Sitting at the top of the stairs and I can hear you all talking about me. Saying I’m worthless. Saying I’m a terrible daughter. I’m not supposed to be listening, but I’m sitting at the top of the stairs and I can still hear you. Mom, you make me want to kill myself. Dad, where are you now? Sister, why are you adding to the pain that I’ve told you I feel a thousand times? I’m the one that everyone hates. I’m the one that everyone wishes was gone. I can hear you talking about me. Someone help.. I feel like I’m seeking attention posting on here.. But how do I get help? I have three months until I can move out, but can I keep going that long? I’m failing almost all of my classes and it’s my senior year. I have to pass English and Math to graduate but I really don’t know that I can. I can feel my will to live slipping through my fingers like sand. I’m barely living anymore anyway.
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Ive been there!
It’s weak for them to add another obstacle when you’re already struggling in school. Eventually I learned to turn everything off, which wasn’t good for my grades, but at least I felt at ease.
My advice, do homework in the councilors office if possible. And at home…I feel for you. This is where you develop your edge, or your chip on your shoulder. You can only try to buff it out later.