Dear mama,
i don't cut just so you will notice me i cut because nothing else makes the pain of uncle jason and carrie's death go away even for a little while.no matter if you think I'm not grown i can't keep the house clean on my own when you let the girls run wild i can't always pass exams I'm a teenager I'm not grown yet this unrealistic notion in your head that i'm ok and that i do this for attention is killing me.There is to much presure on me.I feel like you don't care that i'm hurting that you're just using me as a free babysitter.I'm NOT ok anymore i don't want to live anymore but i don't want to commit suicide either please just help