I wonder if I’m going to kill myself tonight.
Wow. First time I’ve ever thought that.
Mom is being a hypocrit and watching the movie dad started in the living room. Avatar. She hates him but she decided to watch together. I guess that is called being kind. But I’m too damaged to be capable of that. Also he’ll be no worse off if I don’t watch. They sure do want me though.
ZOmbies. THey, zombies, family, want me.
This is what the brothers escaped.
So why did mom wake up? I thought she was supposed to take care of me?
She’s so neglectful.
She’s always been a neglectful mom.
The TV is talking in my brain again now.
I’m so abused scarred and dead.
I dn’t know what to do.
I’m so scared.