I was thinking about it alot today, how unhappy I have been in my life and I just am sick of it. I'm sick of my psychotic bitch of a sister. I'm sick of my scars. I'm sick of not being able to sleep and then when I can sleep I sleep for 12 to 14 hours easy. I'm sick of feeling disconnected from my body, dissasociating from it. I don't even feel like I'm touching my body. Of course that makes for wonderful intimacy issues, my vagina is dead. Oh christ... I don't even know why I bother most days. F@CK IT!