every fucking little thing i do is completely wrong in every way in every eye. i hold it all in during the day but when i come home i blow up on whoever and i hate myself and everyone and sometimes like now i probably sound illiterate. i hurt myself. if not physically, i abuse my mind. i almost think i love the pain but i want to die and no one believes me. my mom expects me to deal with it myself and won’t take me to a doctor because she “doesn’t want to seem like a bad parent” yeah fuck you too ***** […]