KalebTheSassySatan

Useless, broken and worthless to everyone and anyone I encounter, and/or meet else where. I'm suicidal, depressed and FUCKING INSANE. So, I don't complain. I live in an environment where the over use of weed and alcoholism is accepted and loved. As for me, I wish it'd all go away. It'd be nice to have a family that isn't drunk, high or not listening. I'm 15 years of deadly living. I hate everything about myself. My arms, thighs, sides, ankles have scars, that make me cringe every time I see them. I hate the way I am. I love blood, guts and gore. They excite me. Violence is something I encounter randomly. Mostly the feeling. One day I'm not going to hold back, and I'm going to end up hurting someone. I get bullied. Everyday, all day. It never leaves. Nor does the words and the emotions and the lies. I'm broken. I have a boyfriend, but he's the only one saving me. I love him dearly, so much... I love to write and draw. I want to go to college, but I'm terrified of not being able to make it until I'm 18 years of age. I don't know if I'll live that 3 years. There's so many things I want to do and to see. But that stuff isn't ever going to happen. I'm a loser. I'm antisocial and I fucking love, but hate people. Most of my friends are online. Most of my "Family" is online. What a fuckig shame. My life is basically the internet. I live on TUMBLR, QUOTEV and kik. I find myself pretty pathetic. Ya know? There's nothing good about me, and there never will be. I'm not good at giving advice. Not good at making friends and I'm the very best at losing family.