My mind is bleeding.

Seriously, I am covered in hair dye.
I feel like I'm dying though... there is nothing I can do to make me feel some sort of emotion of joy. It's like my emotions are being pushed towards the surface, one tiny comment will set me off.
I hate my family. I hate my friends.
My mum will pay to get my sister's hair highlighted and done nicely. As for me, she doesn't even like me dying my hair with stuff from Superdrug, and there's no way she would pay for it.