I'm the sort of guy that would sooner roll over and take the beating than stand up for myself. 17, 5'9", too fat to tell you the weight, and self esteem on a scale from 1 to 10... Eh... About a 2... I have the perfect recipie for a serial killer... Abusive parent? Check! One or more mental disorder? Check! ADHD? Check! I typically have a "grin and bear it" attitude toward life, which has lead to a bit of... "overcompensation" if you will... I act hyper mostly due to this overcompensation. I've attempted suicide... Twice... I still slit my wrists occasionally, and hate everything that breathes... I have 2 best friends. One is in college. He swears up and down that he likes hanging out with me, but I rarely talk to him anymore... The other one is slowly drifting away from me... Forgive my selfishness, but I'm starting to regret introducing him to my other friends... Every girl I've ever dated has had more issues than me, and I'm beginning to think that love is a sick joke like tricking a cat with a laser pointer. The only releases I have from this horrible reality is video games and music... Well... I think that's enough bitching for now... If anyone read this... Sorry for bothering you...