my step father told me to kill myself and said no wonder i dont have any friends. you really shouldnt say that to people because you dont know what their life is like. i have friends, but i dont think they really like me. i feel like im annoying and that im following them everywhere and it really hurt my feelings. i really dont know why i have friends. now this ass hole is prancing around down stairs yelling “i dont know why my mom married this jerk” “i dont want to talk to david because he told me to kill myself” like does he think its funny. you are a fucking jerk and i am surprised that my mother stays with you. i fucking hate you and my life is miserable when you are home. why do you think i stay in my room all weekend? do you think i like being isolated up here? no i dont. im trying to avoid you because you are so critical of everything i do and you are negative about EVERY FUCKING THING. i hate you and i hope you die from like lung cancer or some horrible shit like that where its a long slow painful death because youre right. i dont like you. and on top of all of this my ipod was put into the washing machine, and i must speak to my real father that is living a secret life and will not tell me anything about it. i know i dont have the worst life in the world, but it kinda feels like i do right now:”(

now i dont have to work out later even though i kinda wanted to.