I get so angry sometimes. It’s like I just explode, or can’t take it anymore. I don’t like to blame people, but sometimes it feels so good to. I think my parents are what causes most of my anger. They don’t understand how I feel even though I’ve told them so many times. They expect me to be how they want me to be. I’m scared to see how they’ll react if I tell them I’m not straight. My friends at school are fine. I’ve told them more than I have to my parents. But most of the time, I don’t know what tot say to them. It’s like my brain has this filter, and I always think about what to say. I’m so scared people will think I’m boring when I don’t have anything fun to say because it’s happened b4. Is this social anxiety? Today I told my parents to shut up because I was just so pissed at them. I know it was the wrong thing to say at that time, but I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Sometimes I cut myself. My wrists have scars. My hands have scars. I’m scared of pain but I like it so much.