Why do you wonder why I stay in my room all day when every time I say something to you I have an “attitude” apparently. I literally just said okay loud enough so that you could hear me from upstairs, and you told me to lose the attitude. Well maybe I have one because no one listens to me. Every time I tell you something you just act like I can’t have problems because I didn’t grow up poor how you did. What the fuck does that mean? You didn’t notice when your own child was suicidal for years, but we live in the suburbs so my problems aren’t real. I just want to go home and feel like you’d care if I left or died. Just fucking treat me like a person. All you do is yell at me and then buy me things so I feel bad saying you hurt my feelings. I don’t want to be here anymore but you think suicidal people can’t be in situations as “good” as mines. Financially good with two parents around does not make me want to die any less. Most people have it worse, but my pain is still real.