I’m either suffering, numb, or I feel somewhat okay. I just alternate depending on how badly my body hurts, if my family gangs up on me, and if I actually have food for the day.
I hate it. It’s the same thing over and over of barely being able to leave my room out of fear. I wanna see my friends because I’m so lonely but they’re all too busy. If I jumped out the window I wouldn’t die but at least something would change. At least they feed you regularly at the hospital.
I just can’t stand being stuck here wondering if I’ll have food today or if my family will forget me again. Not that I want to deal with them yelling.
Sometimes I don’t know if I wanna die or if I’m just sick of this house.
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A childhood like that sucks, but it’ll be over soon. Believe me, you’ll be glad you didn’t give up rn. Life is so long the time you have to spend growing up is just a fraction of it.
Thank you, but unfortunately I’m already kind of an adult. I’m turning 21. Can’t really call it just my childhood anymore…