I don’t care what anybody says, my mom and sister are the biggest reason I have mental problems. They are the only reason I was trying to go to the mental hospital. It’s like I don’t even exist to them unless they want to yell at me for no entire reason. Especially my sister, and they wonder why I stay locked up in my room every day all day, and don’t talk to them. I actually hate them, and y’all might say hate is a strong word, but idc. The things they put me through you all would never ever understand. I hate them with all of my heart.