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.

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. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.