I think I want to get better, I mean I should want to get better …. but then I don’t. I came out of hospital for a suicide attempt a couple months ago and I’m expected to be better now. I’m expected to be happy, I’m expected to be normal. Normal is such a funny word. Is normal an action, a belief, a lifestyle? Or is it a character I’m expected to play? I’m sixteen years old. I don’t live with my abusive mum anymore and I no longer binge drink or do drugs. I should be happy, shouldn’t I? My dad is super controlling […]
