||Dedicated to the struggling children who get ignored||
I want to go see a psychiatrist.
Why? You're perfectly fine.
I don't feel fine.
Well you are, get over it.
I'm trying. It's hard you know.
Of course I know. I've been stressed before.
It's not just stress. I'm struggling.
No you aren't.
I can't do it much longer.
Yes you can, toughen up.
No I can't. When I say I'm struggling, I'm not joking. I literally cannot bear to be here any longer. I want to leave and never come back. Listen to me. Listen and understand the words coming out of my mouth. I'm standing right infront of you, can you not see the pain I'm in.
