I want to leave. Go somewhere far away.
I don’t want to this anymore. I told my parents I think I might be depressed, they told me to grow up and snap out of it.
Nothing I do is ever good enough. I’m the least favourite child. I’m eating because I’m sad and I’m getting fat because I have no energy to do anything.
I just want to run away. Leave home without a note just to see how much they care.