i’m sorry i’m not what you want me to be. Despite what you say, I try hard at everything I do, I don’t half-ass things. I wish you knew how much your words hurts. I wish you wouldn’t make fun of kids who have mental health issues, and I wish you believed that mental health is a serious issue. I want to kill myself, yet I can’t tell you that because you won’t believe me. You constantly tell me how much I’m disappointing you, or how I stress you out, or how much money my extracurriculars cost. So, I wanna make your life easier by disappearing. Because then maybe you’ll see how much you can hurt someone without physically harming them. I’m sorry that you can’t see how much you hurt me everyday.