I feel like I'm just being dramatic, I don't have much words to describe what I feel because everything is scattered at this point. I hate being in my family, not that I'm not greatful, they provide a roof over my head, and food on the table thats enough to fill my stomach. But theres one thing lacking and I can never build the courage to complain about it because, how dare I? I guess, and it's about mental health. One time I went into an argument with my parents and slipped the thought of me wanting to off myself, I never got an "Are you okay?", it didn't feel like they were concerned about what I was going through, and they also just said it's because I didn't get what I wanted, that thing I wanted was to transfer schools because I was uncomfortable in my current one to the point I've began to slowly lose motivation, and is damaging my mh. They don't care, they never will do they? they will continue to ignore it will they. do I have to die first for them to understand?