the miserable life of a miserable teenager

If I wanted to tell the truth about my cursed mind, I don’t have any contacts left.

I realized I didn’t like my life and how I was being treated, 4 years ago now.

I’ve been living like this for 2 years, hearing I’m so close to the bright side. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

My own parents won’t listen to the reality of their child’s mind.

My brothers leave the room if any mention of my mental state is brought up.

I have absolutely no reason to stay, even my therapist can’t find one except other people.

I smoke so much a day, I literally can’t tell the difference between being intoxicated and sober.

So yes, , I do actually hate my life.