No more

Facebook is evil. I'm only gonna log on twice a week from now.

I almost feel like eating all the Panadol in the house, Just like how I almost felt like eating all the psychiatric meds I had in one go during the peak of my mental disorder. I just want my headaches to go away.

Why can't I control myself? Good question. I can't answer that either.

I think that parents fuck up their own lives and child raising plans and somehow it's the child's fault.

I feel especially sad that a person who told me that I can't control myself is not someone close to me. I also wish this woman were my stepmother, instead of that cold hearted bitch.

I've tried to be supportive of my dad in the things he does the best way I can, but I guess maybe it's not enough? I've tried all my life to get attention and approval from my dad. I listened to Barry Manilow and tried to impress him. He was the first person not in my music course that I showed my first song to. All these times I only received criticism. I guess it all boils down to nothing I guess,

But even so, I'm not a prostitute, nor a talentless reject as much as you'd like to believe. I also don't need a motherfucking bitch telling one of my parents to 'give up on me' for the second time in my life.

I'm not that bad a person right? What did I do?