Why! Why am I crying! It's not a big deal. I'm fine, I'm fucking fine. Why am I am crybaby! All my step dad yelled at me for something dumb. Its not like my actual dad.......but mabye it was.....I don't need two people in my life like that. Nonononononnonono, I'm tried of him yelling at me...................I want it to stop. But I can't make it. I can't get up and tell him how I feel. Because he always to busy..... ironic, I want my step-dads attention but he can't give that to me because he busy. When my friends ask if I was to go somewhere or hang out I say no im busy. And don't assume Wattpad. I'm busy on chores to make sure my dad donset yell at me, I'm busy trying not to cry in my home, or I'm busy trying to stay sane because being left alone with my thoughts is such a bad thing for me. But when I say. They say this,"with Wattpad." And I say yes because I don't want them to worry but I know lying about this is bad socwhy an I still doing this! I think I should just die.m, but I've heard stoiers about it. And I know sudice isn't a exit it's a wormwhole to more misery and death. So sit here slowly going ever inch to the end of the bomb untill I blow up.....