The lyrics of this song are so true to me. "I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain; the only thing that's real... Try to kill it all away, but, but I remember everything... Everyone I know goes away in the end... Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair." I've been hurt my whole life; by those who hated me openly, as well as by those who pretended to love me. As stated in a song written by one of my few friends, "I've been stabbed all my life by the emotional knife", and in another song of his, "In misery I sit. A blazing hatred is lit. My own arm I have bit. My own arm I have slit." It seems I only ever feel pain, or nothing, in which case I hurt myself in order to feel something, and I hate myself for it. There doesn't seem to be much for me at home other than misery, sorrow, torment, and pain. Is it a good idea to run? It seems like it might be, and I think I have enough to live on my own for at least a little while, but I could scavenge for more food and water, right? I'm not too sure if any of this resonates with anyone else, or if I'm just talking out my ass. I've given up all hope of ever having a good relationship with my father, or of him ever being any less of an asshole, so maybe it is best for me to run away. At least then I wouldn't be tempted to harm the bastard.