I wish you never came I wish I didn’t have to live through another miserable day. Another day full of bullshit from my teachers and mom. Another day of trying to hide my scars. Another day of wishing I was someone else anybody else. Another day of hell.
Why am I here? Is probably the question I’ve asked myself everday since I was nine years old I hated myself the way I looked and I thought that my parents hated me. I still think they do. My mom just yells at me so much and I can’t help but yell back. My therapist says all of this has led to depression and anxiety and I should try to build a relationship with my mother but I can’t help sleeping until 11 pm googling ways to kill my myself because if I ever decide to do it I want to do it right.