"I wonder if teachers ever realize that some of the students sitting in their class have serious mental illnesses and are collapsing under the pressure they put on them." People always told me that I should go seek professional help. To be honest nobody is really professional. Nobody knows what you are going through. I mean yeah they say they know what it's like and what you can do to help your problem. My best friends, Danielle and Kendall, were really the only people that understood me. My family sucked at being family. My mom was an alcoholic and left us when I was five. My dad is always at work, he is a police officer. When he comes home he is always in a bad mood so he takes it out on me. I have two younger siblings, Miranda and Devin. I can't really talk to them because they are too young. They won't understand and besides they don't need to know about the horrors of growing up. Unlike me, I was always so excited. Now I just have atelphobia.
