Every ****ing day i wake up, tired as hell. I walk to get breakfast, and see a picture of my dead grandpa holding me as a baby. In my room, his box of ashes is there on my shelf. I have his leg in my room. I have his hiking stick. I go on fa usually, and see drama, etc. I play tree rraria with my girlfriend. I fight with her. I get some lunch and have no appetite.

I usually starve myself at dinner. I have to pretend to like my parents. I have to eatch my dog use all her energy running around the backyard, and know that any moment she could collapse and stop breathing.

I have to know that no matter what i do, my parents will still think im a failure.

They are.

I wouldnt actually. I know i have people that care. But if i didnt, i would surely be dead by now.

If i cant die, i want to kill someone them.

No. My sisters.

They are the easiest targets. If i cant kill them though, i can just hurt them.