I'm so sick. Sick about people moaning about their stupid, insignificant problems. I have a father who only cares about me when it benefits him. I'm constantly harassed by people at school. I have an addiction to cutting myself open and drinking my own blood. I sometimes see things that aren't really there. I have to practice my own religion in secret, because my family are all Christian. And on top of all that, I've just discovered I'm bi. And you think you have problems.

I aknowledge some people are more damaged then me. Have more issues than me. But if you live in a giant house, with a family that loves you, and your biggest problem is your parents won't let you go to the mall by yourself, you have no right to complain. Rejoice in what you have. I envy you.