My mother might be going into the hospital because they think her feeling bad is psychosomatic. This is literally what I have to look forward to in life. My mom was diagnosed as manic-depressive when I was twelve; we all know that means Bipolar Disorder now. My mother is fucking crazy, y’all. She once made me try to cut my father with a knife. She hates me and well frankly everyone.
Please I pray…to not be like her. Please tell me that I am okay in my brain, that my mind will always be better than that.
Please I pray that you all do not hate me.