Shits been going on since I've been little. My parents hate eachother and even though they live in different houses they still make sure me and my brother know how much they hate eachother. I don't feel like I have things to compain about though because they both pay for a lot of things and take us places and don't really abuse us. Sometimes they yell and rarely put our life in danger, but I know they love us. Sometimes I cut myself just to see blood because I feel like then I'll have something to feel sorry about. I try my best to hide any signs of them but then I feel sad when they go away because like always theres no proof of anything. I constantly think about what would happen if I took pills, but I never do it. I feel like I have a duty and responsibility as the responsible friend and since I'm writing my own series I feel like I need to get that done. I don't tell anyone, not my friends, not adults, I want help, but I don't want to be treated like Im weak.