i hate my family sometimes. family are supposed to be the ones who support you no matter what. not my family. member of my family will turn on you as soon as they have something solid enough to use against you, and tear you down. my family is all about power and control. they need to have control over each other. even if it makes the ones being controlled miserable and suicidal. they don’t care. at this point i would love to kill myself in front of my mom just to spite her ass. she so horrible to me sometimes. she knows how fragile, and easily broken i can become. but she loves to exploit that. with threats, threats of homlessness, or no longer paying for medication or therapy. and she loves the results. my misery. i would love to see her last faces right before i pulled a trigger on myself. this is what my family makes me feel. so much anger. that i want to kill myself to spite them. because of course i would blame them in the note, and hope they got arrested for involuntary manslaughter or something.
yeah so, so much for supportive family. i don’t have that….i’m surrounded by people who are constantly looking for ammunition to use against each other.