Okay I’ve got a LOT to say I have a really hard time listening to my mom when it comes to cleaning up my room The only reason that is is because my mental health has been declining like crazy (I mean, I’ve been this way every since my dad got kicked out in front of me when I was 9) My mom says I’m a demon, I’m worse than a murderer (I’ve never killed anyone EVER because I know the weight of a life on this earth) and worse than a rapist (I would NEVER rape anyone. I don’t even like jokes about it because though I haven't been raped, joking about it is morally wrong and I have been sexually harassed in the 6th and 8th grade.) It feels like I don’t even have a mother at this point She won’t even let me call her mom I just wanna die so badly I hate myself I hate living and I hate feeling this way more than anything in the world but I can’t just die because my boyfriend and friends care about me so much. I can’t just leave them behind because I’m a horrible person. It ain’t right.