The Twists And Jerks That Make Us Sick

Well, I've read all the comments that have been left for me. Thank you to all those who have read and commented on my blog! You can send this link to anyone, I do not care who reads it. Seriously people, just send out the link in a Mass e-mail to everyone you know.
Back to "The Life of a True Teenager". I left off when I said that my dad had left me pondering suicide. Well, see, the not-so-funny thing about suicide is: once you try it successfully, there is no redo or I didn't mean it. It is a one time thing. So, in December of 2009, I tried a "knock-off brand" of suicide. Technical term: self-mutilation, slang: cutting. My left thigh is now a distant memory of past anger and depression.
One of the smartest yet worst and dumbest decisions I ever did, was tell my dad about my cuts. Because that gave him leverage over me and I thought I had no power to aid my case. He could call me a friggin' nutcase and I actually believed there was nothing I can do to prove I wasn't. He had that much influence over me. Hence the name: http://influence1792.blogspot.com/. He called me out of control, I believed him. He called me a dumb ass, I believed him. The family was like a bipolar person being influenced by me! If I was blamed or was in trouble, EVERYONE was mad. If I was not in trouble or not being blamed, EVERYONE was happy. I felt like a kinked hose. The pressure was building and building till enventually, someone unkinked it.
My cutting started in the beginning of December of 2009 and ended at the end of January 2010. It was hard, I had grown to enjoy it. Like an addict wanting more. The reason I stopped was, Hell, I told my school guidance counselor about my cutting. Then my SRO got involved, then my therapist, then the school nurse. They all didn't want me to go back home, so the SRO took me to a juvenile processing facility and placed me as PPC (Police Protective Custody). Was shipped into a teenager's shelter and was housed there for 24 days.
At the end, my dad was supposed to pick me up, he never did. So I came to the conclusion: both of my parent's are the dumb ass ones. They are the ones whom kept ditching me and placing me outside the familial circle. The SRS got involved and there was a court case, still going if anyone cares, next court date is May 6, 2010. My dad won't even accept any calls or text messages I send to him and he's warped my siblings minds' to the point where they won't even talk to me. I won't hate anyone, but I sure that Hell can be pissed off! This is family, you know? Families are supposed to be through thick and thin...I don't think they got the memo...