So as this day ended me and my mom got into it...again. We argued about my sister who has no soul. she took my cosplay tail away from me that she gave to me. I fixed it up and turned it into something cool. I am always getting the short end of the stick. My sister does whatever the hell she wants while I sit here and do chores and work hard to get stuff...and in the end I don't get very much out of it. My sister is 13 and sits on her butt and does nothing. She doesn't work for what she gets. I express how I feel to my mom and she doesn't get it. She doesn't listen. She hears what I am saying but doesn't actually listen. These past few months have been like this and it seems like it's getting harder. I've had some negative thoughts about hurting myself or killing myself, but I decided that I'm better than that. I'm stronger than that. I can keep going. I don't have to let them pull me down. This song is extremely expiring. I'm sure what Beyonce was trying to get across isn't anywhere near close to my situation, but it's inspiring me and helping me see that things will get better, so I guess that's what's important. I am only putting this on here because I need something to vent to. I've already tried some family and twitter (xbemyherox) but it's not working. So maybe this will help? I don't know. But I want to thank everyone who reads my posts. I'm sure they arn't important to you (or maybe they are) but it makes me feel good that people read these and give me back input. Positive or negative.