It was my idea to use the scissors after testing the bread knife and looking at the Tylenol, but I used the scissors. I need to be hurt around here. I don't deserve a roof or a bed. I don't do anything useful. All I do is play games and sit around and waste resources. I need wounds in my hand just so dad gets what he wants from me, justice. Why did my parents even give birth to me? My parents could've just left me out to die, especially since I'm diagnosed with ADHD; dad thinks I'm a freak with a mental disorder. Why not end it now? It would save them a hell lot of money. My dad keeps a gun in his house, it could get some use here, or maybe those kitchen knives. My mom doesn't want me to do anything of this, she wants to die with me. She doesn't realize what harm I'm doing to her. At least she was out of the house when she was 18. What am I? Just nothing, a letdown, a forever dependent who thinks she's 12 years old.
It's not like advice helps either. I'm just going to end up not doing anything like the failure I am.