He was angry again. Then again, I was like man okay, you should not talk to me like that so I answer him back. Then he hit me with a ruler in my albow, and he hit me on my leg, it hurt so much that i screamed at him that I still am 17 years old and you still hit me. Then he goes a little back and scream what are you talking about, then I say, Last week you through the door into me, while i was changing my close in the bathroom, so the door handle touched my breast so hard that I could not breath about some secounds, then I took my close on and went out. He was like because of this and because of that ... pull yourself together.
Today, even we have spoken together, NOTHING have changed, NOTHING. I am who I still was and I am worse than you ever could imagine, I am NOT who you think or want me to be, because I have raised my motherfucking self, without no help only my other friend who I love so much.
I cry, I don't see it.
I have a mental breakdown, You don't see it.
I am broken. You don't see it.
I want something. You don't see it.
I want to do something. You don't see it.
I am screaming for you kindness and love. You don't see it.
I want you more than everything in my life. You don't see it.
I am shaky. You don't see it.
I need to talk. You don't see it.
I feel weird. You don't see it.
I am lost. You don't see it.
I want to die. You don't see it.
I want your attention more than everything. You don't see it.
I want you to trust me. You don't see it.
I want you to let me do things my way. You don't see it.
I want you to give me my privacy space. You don't see it.
I want NOT to live, I CAN'T take my own life. GOD KNOWS HOW MANY TIME I HAVE THINKED THAT THOUGHT
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