Dying

Tonight is the first time I have considered killing myself in years. I had a huge fight with my mother, we seem to have one atleast once a month. I am extremely unhappy with my life right now. I kinda figure I would do certain people a favor if I no longer lived. Right now I feel I'm surronded by people who could careless about me and if I show up in the kitchen the next morning or walk through the front door.

I don't make my mother happy anymore. My brother barely comes around but I don't exactly try to keep our relationship going. I always say I wanna hang out but I constantly never do it. I don't know why.

I am sitting on my bed with a sharp peice of a broken CD putting scratches into my arm because I am to much of a whimp to go any deeper.

I thought this was suppose to be the time of my life and right now it's the worst.

I don't wanna live anymore, I don't want to feel the pain I have been feeling, it's not worth it anymore.