My life has challenged me once again, all i think about is dying. It's pretty bad all i want to do is kill myself, or better yet kill the old people i live with, move out, argh if only my asshole of a dad would actually get to working on moving out. He has absolutely no clue how i feel, and im not talking about that emo feeling, the "oh lets just cut our wrists acrossed the street" shit im talking about the real thing, i feel like killing myself, taking a bullet to my head, my life is no better than anyone's. No one has a clue.