So, as Im sure almost all of you have seen, I cut.
Its almost like a cry for help, I guess.
Ive gotten better about it, (or at least hiding it) since anyone noticed.
Im going to counselling and I meet with my family doctor once I month.
My whole life, I was told one of my mothers exes was my father. Until my twelfth birthday (three years ago in march). Then I met my father.
Well, sperm donor, really. Hes a druggie, an alcoholic, abusive, an ex convict, and I hate him more than you can imagine..
He knocked up my mother once at the age of 18, she had to drop out of highschool. He comes back six years later, knocks her up. By accident.