I'm a hazard to myself.

My dad is a psycho alcoholic.
My mom is a control freak who is stuck in her past.
My sister is a whiny prick who thinks she knows everything.
My life is a mess.

Today I tryed my best to look pretty, and I felt good.

Then I lost it.

Today I got lost in a book about love.

Today my ankle bled all over my blanket.

It was from my razor.

(But not from shaving.)

Today I cryed leaving my boyfriend's house because I

didn't want to come back home to this hell.

I'm slipping.

Some say it's just this age, things will get better, you don't

know stress, your problems are minimal.

That is what I hear.

So what happens now?

"Everyday I fight a war against the mirror, I can't take the person starin' back at me.
I'm a hazard to myself, Don't let me get me. I'm my own worst enemy,
Its bad when you annoy yourself. So irritating. Don't wanna be my friend no more.
I wanna be somebody else."