Josh self-harms himself.
I had it. This asshole can't even be blood related to me. But, goddammit! He is my father. No, that's too loving of a word, I hate his guts, just as much as my weight, which is a lot!
I run to the bathroom for the fifth time today, I need to end it. I had it. I grab a razor, and pry the blade from it. Then I slice across my wrist, seeing blood collect on the tiles. And I smile. I know this is what I've always wanted.
I fall into sleep once again....
*this is prob gonna be my last update for today. It's night here, and I have a sinus infection :( woo. Anyway r&r??*