I sat in my room with my door locked and had my speakers on full blast listening to Sugar We're Going Down. I was drawing shit from my head and once I finished I hung up the picture and sighed and I heard my phone go off and I saw a text from my mom, dad, sisters, and brothers telling me to unlock my door or to turn off my fucking music and opened the door and yelled at everyone "WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I YOU GUYS ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELVES AND LEAVE ME OUT LIKE AN OUTCAST" I slammed my door shut and locked it again. I went back to making another drawing and I drew a picture of a bottle of spilled pills and blades "what no not these again I can't show this drawing to my friends" I ripped it up and threw it away I drew something else and looked at it and smiled slightly "why I'm a worthless to my family?" I folded my arms and cried for what seemed like ages, I sat up and wiped my tears away and I looked at the now tear stained drawing "fuck I just fucked this picture up" sighs as I try to redraw the torn up heart "why is it so fucking hard for them to understand that I like hanging around my friends more then my family. I thought to myself and wrote a note to my parents and sibling saying that I'm moving out
