For years, years, have I been hiding it. My alcohol problem and my massive urge to kill myself. I'm surprised they haven't noticed the alcohol that have gone missing "mysteriously", or all the times I come home at 2am on a week day, or the bottles of pills that suddenly is gone.
For years, YEARS, have I been trying to make my parents give attention to me. To save me from the hell I'm living in, the never-ending urge to do something drastic to drag them out of their paralysed stated where they don't give a shit about me.
I'm surprised I have never been grounded, or been taking away my stuff, or anything of form of a punishment. They're basically letting a depressed teenager press his own lines