I’m actually ready to explode and I know I’m gunna have another episode tonight. I hate my life and I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here.
I just want to go see a fucking therapist. The school counselor sucks and doesn’t know shit. My parents think I don’t have big enough problems to go to a therapist, but they don’t know what the fuck’s going on in my life. I shouldn’t have to have cuts in my skin or try to kill myself in order for them to fucking see something’s wrong.