Fuck this. I just want to jump off a fucking cliff.
Just because I’m not a starving African child, I’m not supposed to be sad. According to my mum, I have a perfectly normal and happy life.
What normal life consists of father abandonment, torment and death threats from your own family, fights, drugs, children to different dads, etc.
I’m sick of having to put a fake fucking smile on my face. I AM NOT HAPPY.
Oh, sorry mum. I’ve brought you down? Oh, I’m SOOOOO sorry!! I’ve only been pretending to be happy for five years so you wouldn’t have to deal with my sadness. Now all of this has come to light, I’m selfish? I’m selfish because I don’t like myself? I’m selfish because I don’t like my life? I’m selfish because I don’t want to be here anymore?
Well, I’ll take the fucking sessions with the happy doctor and I’ll take the fucking sessions with the anger management.
She keeps saying that she has it harder than me. You have it harder than me, mother? What, because you have a child under the age of 5 with ADHD? Hm. Fuck off.
(Note: All the family issues are on my dad’s side, therefore not effecting my mum)
Fuck all of this.