I was happy when my Dad died, and am still sad that my brother committed suicide before he did, so he didn't get to see my dad die.

It doesn't matter what decision I make. None of them will lead to happiness.

I used to cut myself because it was the only pain I could control,I quit after rehab but now I get tattoos.Is that any different?Once a cutter, always a cutter.

I get so tired of my "friends" being jealous over every little thing. So sometimes I get sick of it and go out of my way to make them jealous on purpose.

I work with the disabled and I hate it. Love the people, hate the work. When all is said and done, I'd much rather play the guitar in a smokey basement club.