I hate everything so much. Most of the time at least, and then there’s those times where I’m fine and the world doesn’t completely suck. I just have so many things going on and I can’t control any of it. School, my body, friends, family, my social life in general. It’s gotten so bad I can’t even go out side without wanting to just die. My parents are divorced and they have been for a while, it doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that I could go ten days in one place and only cry maybe once, but after a couple hours at the other place I cried six fucking times. First it was because I was just talking to my step dad -which is normally fine- and then I mentioned my favorite band and both him and my mom were like “who?” And I get that that’s a small in important thing, but I talk about them all the time and it just made me realize they don’t actually listen when I talk. It’s also painfully obvious that my mom loves him more than me and my brother. Can’t fucking stand the old bitch