I'm 11 now. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a waste of matter on this planet. My dad hates talking to me, and he complains about money a lot, but if he'd stop buying beer and cigarettes, he would save 1000 dollars a month. I'm depressed, but I no longer wanna kill myself. But, I was ever since I was nine, due to OCD. I also have a condition where no matter how much I eat, or no matter how many calories I intake, I can't gain an ounce. My dad blames me. I still self harm. If you wanna kno how, which I bet you fucking don't, I burn myself with hot glue.