There’s nothing more I want than to be dead. I freaking don’t care! I just don’t get what I did?! I don’t know and I hate it when people say no we’re not acting in a certain way. Like seriously?!
My mom is unbelievable. I usually never say anything but for once I did say something and I supported my brother in him saying that our mother does not have equality between her kids. And that she doesn’t admit it! My mom stopped talking to me and believes she hasn’t done anything wrong. If I feel neglected it’s not her fault. If I feel she has a completely different relationship with my siblings I’m wrong. If I say she doesn’t care about how I feel, I’m wrong. If she says that she knows when her one kid is sad but I clearly feel it’s not true in my case, I’m wrong! I’m freaking wrong everytime.
And then to top it all I don’t like people anymore. I hate uni, I hate not having friends, I hate myself. I just wish something would happen and I’d be dead. Like a car hits me, or I get some sort of disease, or I fall down the stairs and die, or someone shoots me.
I don’t wanna live!
Yes my life’s perfect for everyone else but it’s not for me. It freaking isn’t! I hate every bit of it!
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