Why couldn't I just live in michigan with my mother?
I'd still be a little depressed elementary kid, and a mom that would yell at me, but I didn't care. I'd cry, go to my room, hope I would die, and the world is ok for another day to live with. I wasn't emotional enough to commit suicide, but I was ******** up.
I would of been happy.
But thats a alternate universe.
in our's, My mom is dead. s**t DOES happen. And I nothing but a depressed high school kid willing to commit suicide and most likley tried a couple times, only to get attention from people because I was too depressed to get any friends.
Why is it, that when It happened, I would cry over anything, deep in my mind. that I would ******** say I would commit suicde, just because I wanted to go back to what I thought was home?
I watch a PG-13 movie, that if I did before anything happened, and I would scoff and go to bed.
But now, I can do nothing but cry and cry over a stupid movie about a lesbian who's life turns to s**t.
I have nothing but people saying I am emotionally ******** up, and say I can't survive in a real school. I'm fit for social interactions.
And they are right, I finally see that.
And I'm worried.
If dad can see this, and he's worried, then I'm sure I'm offline for awhile.
But those pills do not work.
They just make me think of commit suicide, with a smile.
