Oh God I need help. My family's arguing more and more. It's like they're bipolar--one second we're happy and having fun and the next, with little or no warning, everyone's screaming at each other. It's getting worse and worse and now my father's blaming it all on me. He says he's going to make me go live with my mother which, truth be told, doesn't sound that bad anymore (yes, it's that bad now). I worked up enough courage to finally tell my father some of the things in our family that bug me and rather than caring he blamed it on my attitude and made fun of me for it for the next couple of days. I found out that my little sister was put in counseling at her school and Dad doesn't even know. That's how much he doesn't pay attention anymore. I hinted in that argument with him that I might have a problem and he told me that people with depression (which I have) and bipolar (which I have a very good chance of inheriting) are just saying they have conditions as an exuse for their poor choices. He said they're liars and don't deserve the life they've been given, that they're dead weight and ought to be stuck on Death Row. Gee thanks dad. And I've failed both of my finals this morning, with more in the afternoon. I want so bad to cut. So BAD!!! I'm trying not to, but I know that if my little sister (the one in counseling) hadn't stolen my razor this weekend I would have by now. Please someone help me. I don't want to, not now, but I do. I need to and want to and don't want to (very confusing, I think). I need some help--it's taking all of my self-control not to pull out my scissors right now. I just... I just need someone I can talk to. I wish I had a friend.