Life is a B$*^#@

Sometimes life is easy. Sometimes it's hard.
But what do you do when it's a stright up b$*@# all the time? I think I've mentioned before how I live with an alchoholic. Well my suspitions about how he hates every girl he can't sleep with is pretty much confirmed. He can't stand me and my cousin because he can't have us.
The other night he started crap with us and I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to kill myself because of him. It's a good thing I wasn't alone to long or I might have. I did do quite a number on my arm though. I feel bad about that now. My brother saw what I did. I'm glad that he didn't tell my mom. I know that I need help but I can't talk to my mom. I just can't. So I talk to you, a bunch of strangers. But at least I'm talking. That's more than what some do.
And before you judge me for cutting myself, try walking a mile in my shoes. It's not a cry for attention, or anything. There's a reason you hide it. But sometimes you've got to do something to relive stress, and it's better than hurting someone else. But you should read up on it. I have. I know I shouldn't do it, but it's hard not to. It's addictive.
That's all I have to say for now.