I got sent to the E.R today for suicidal thoughts.
Don’t tell me its alright.
My parents called me a big problem. They are angry at me. My mom said she wanted to buy shoes and now she can’t because “I did all this”. My sister said I’m being a stupid teenager. My father and mother said that I was doing all this intentionally so I can go see how a psychologist works, because I like psychology. My mom said that she feels bad for my sister because my sister wanted to go out the the mall, and they had to get called to the hospital. My mom and dad are angry they spent 50$ for parking at the hospital. My mom called me a whole bunch of swear words. My dad thinks I made a tiny mistake.
Tiny mistake. I never knew how worthless I am to them. I never knew it. But they were even more pissed than I expected. My sister and mom said all the problems I was having were all fake and I made them all up just because I enjoy it.
When the psychologist left the room, and my parents had to leave my mother said, “Have fun.”
My dad said, “It is enjoyable for you right?”
FUCK THEM. I felt bad about suicide for a long time. Like, I’d be shaming my parents. Fuck, it was all my sister said the entire day. “SHAME. SHAME ON YOU.”
Those words fucking sting like a knife. Now all this experience has given me is more hope for suicide. HELL YAH! I am going to do it on April 6th. I’m GOING TO FUCKING DIE!
FUCK YAH. FUCK I HATE EVERYONE!
I was never this sure. Now,after being sent to the E.R, I am.
Not an emergency anymore, I guess.