i count on a daily basis. apparently its suppose to help with anger problems which is something i get from my dad although he means nothing to me. easy to write yet hard to tell others why. my mom shes heading that way too but yet for some reason things turn around because i have to realize shes the only one who would sometimes help me. never there for me.. just helps. i hate my mom & dad. simple as that. id cut myself. id pretend that every time i was around them i was fine but to be honest its nothing i can handle for much longer. i kinda wish someone was here for me you know? i want someone who could listen. someone who doesn’t lie or runs off to tell their friends or even parents. lame really. i want someone who could just be here for me like how i am with others. i think its just time. im done with whatever this is. sick to death.