This is me.

Looks like you don’t give a flying fuck about how I feel. So why even bother with you. I can’t wait to see your face once I’m gone because that day is coming soon. Can’t go a day without us fighting to the point where its almost physcal. Being stuck under one roof with you can turn into hell and we both go crazy. Have I had suicidal thoughts? Yes, more than once. That’s why I get even more crazy every time we fight. And you think everything I say that involves my feelingsand emotions towards something is an excuse for something random and stupid when in reality that’s how I actually feel. I see you next to me at this very moment still not asking if I’m ok or not. Damn, only if you knew, mom.