I'm so tired. My parents keep traveling and finally taking their time off. I'm completely happy for them, but I feel like I'm just acknowledged as someone lower to them with not a lot of feelings. My mental health is worse, I'm tired and can barely get out of bed, and when I wake up early it's so I don't get shamed. I'm eating either less or more, and I can't catch a break. It feels like when I want to be home, I spend time from anywhere but home. My parents don't let me have a break. If I want one, I'm a lazy and spoiled asshole. I told my mom about my past mental health, and she brushed it off and said I used it as an excuse. If I want space, it's an argument. If I want to lash out, it's immediate punishment. I cry through my eyes. I bleed red. I use my words to speak. But it's different because I'm younger? I'm no different from you, I have to go through it at some point. I was simply born. I want to be liked. I want a name other than "fat" or "child". And why dismiss my comfort?