I just want someone to hug me and tell me it's okay. That it's okay to make mistakes. That it's okay to show emotions. That it's okay to not be perfect. That I'll be okay. That it's not always my fault. That my parents being horrible isn't my fault. That I'm not a mistake. But my parents don't know I'm struggling because I've gotten so good at concealing my feelings. That I've gotten so good at putting up a mask.
Maybe I just have a bipolar disorder? Because I feel genuinely happy with my friends, but anytime else, I feel useless and depressed, as cliche as it sounds.