Last month, I've been thinking 24/7 that I'm such a f*ckin' failure. I was literally thinking so negative of myself that I was on the brink of total depression, and I was nearly in suicidal mode everyday. Why? Ever since something sad happened (nobody died -.-), my parents would continuously call me a failure, biotch, and say that they shouldn't have raised me, and all of that BS that I used to not care about so much. But now...I do. It's been a month, and everything they said is still drilled into...