The Mad House

So, I'm REALLY sad now.
I can't go to homecoming, because my dad's a jerk and he lied to me and now I don't have a dress and none of them I can find are good enough. So I can't go, because I don't have a dress.
You have no idea how much that crushed me. I guess it seems silly, but it was really important to me. On top of that, I've just felt like crying all day. I've been thinking a lot about Vince, and what happened with him. I told a friend something not so pleasant that I'd been wanting to tell them for weeks. My other friend totally doesn't care about me. Everyone I see has a boyfriend or a girlfriend, and of course I'm single. So. Everything pretty much sucks right now. Now my ribs hurt like crazy, because I was sitting there screaming into a pillow for fifteen minutes because I didn't have a knife and it was so tempting it was crazy. Pathetic, right? Yeah. Then I went downstairs, got a knife, came back upstairs, and sat against my bed with it. I was holding it too tightly and it cut the skin near my ribs [And my shirt. :c Good thing it was old and icky]. So now I have blood all over my stomach, and it hurts. I feel a little better, though. Incase your wondering, no, I was NOT feeling suicidal over homecoming. Did I want to cut? Oh, yeah.
So I'm really upset now, and none of my friends will answer me on Skype, and it's making me even more upset.