Last night I cut again.
I also yelled at my dad because he was talking shit about what my mom did in the past.
He said he wasn't talking bad about her but you can hear the hate in his voice.
I also went on the roof just to sit and think after I cut.
My dad found me and got mad.
Then this morning he won't even let me go to a friends house cause he doesn't want me going anywhere.
He won't even let me stay upstairs in my room.
Asshole doesn't even know the difference between yelling and talking.
What's the point of living if all I feel is pain and I can never be free.
