It surprises me that I'm not a cutter already.
Cutter as in a person that cuts themselves on purpose.
How am I supposed to live a life when I can't even stand to be in the same room as both of my parents?
I feel like crying when I'm with both of them and I can't stay with them for long because.. Well I just can't!
I can't handle being with them!
Why do they even have me anyway?
It seems that I've brought them nothing but trouble.
Maybe it was too late for an abortion when they decided whether or not they wanted to keep me.