First, thank you to everyone replied. This is the first time that I've felt as if there's someone that actually cares about me. I usually just talk to my vast, Cookie, but he got sick and died on Tuesday. And now I have no one. I can't talk to anyone in my family. Nobody would understand. The only friend I would even feel comfortable talking to, lives in another state, and I don't think I should let her know what is going on with me over the phone. I only have my chihuahuas now. And, I keep feeling angry. And I keep getting into arguments with my family and friends, until nobody wants to talk to me. I sit in my bedroom all day, just so I don't end up being around anything that makes me want to end it all, once again. Even though that's been happening more and more lately. Every single day, actually. I had a bit of a breakdown earlier, too. I got into an argument with my dad, and he started yelling at me, so I waited for him to stop and then I went upstairs, and started crying, and I grabbed this miniature screwdriver, and I made a few cuts on my.arms and legs. I felt soooo much better. I felt free. Like I could do anything. And I know that it was probably wrong. Everything I do is.. But I'm only sixteen. How else an I supposed to deal with it all???