Man do I hate parents, at least mine
they think they know us
they think they know what I'm thinking
they think I'm so stupid
they think that I can't tell a friend from a rapist
they think that I live a happy life
they think they know all my 'bad thoughts' that run through my head
they don't know that I talk to some random voice in my head that I even gave a name to
they don't know that I have some people that I talk to on almost a daily basis that I haven't met in real life
they don't know that I found my knife
they don't know how much I hate them
they don't know that I found my knife
they don't know that I almost tell everything to my therapist
they don't know that I almost killed both of them before
they don't know how much research I have done and how much different types of "mental illnesses"
they don't know what kind of good things and bad things that I read
they don't know anything about me,
nor how much I want to die
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My (Many) Problems
Non-FictionI can't use my conversation bored anymore and I'm sure that most of my readers of getting tired of A/ N's plus this will me and my depression/tags/challenges/etc book. beware crazy language and maybe some very depressing chapters but also may includ...
