I’m not suicidal anymore. Not depressed, not too anxious. But god am I angry. And bored. And frustrated. I don’t want to talk. It takes too much work to find the words. To interpret them and make them sound respectable. And I don’t have anything to say, anyways. It’s all meaningless small talk, or obvious answers in school. It’s not helping anyone.
So what does one do? I don’t know. I’m expected to talk. I have to, because my family associates my silence with anger and frustration. If they think I’m angry, they get angry, and I can’t have that. There’s no good way to deal […]