told my priest i was cutting
which in turn he told my parents...after i told him not to tell...
GREAT
feed me to the dogs..and while your at it...make them starving dogs...and staple big steaks to my body...
that will do it...
parents were abusive...and im 18 ..im away from them..but God knows...oh boy does God know what they will figure out in doing..never underestimate the power of my parents....they must be good if the priest actually TOLD them..in church...after they told him i was just fine and dandy...oh well.... this home was nice enough to live in for awhile..once my bfs parents find out..im outy....like a babys belly button.....dear God....anyone want to shoot me in the head?? Dibs???? Anybody.....Go on ill supply everything...youll make it easier on me than you think...why does everyone insist on me returninig to abusive people.....dear lord if they found out a dog was being abused thered be no question..as for me...i guess im lower than an animal .....cuz they keep sending me back and reporting me to the abusers...wow..go on....lock the doors now..make sure i cant hide...thats right..there you go...perfect...now its just me and them and no body to save me....me or my sad pathetic cut up body...lovely