Sometimes curling up into the fetal position isn't enough. Sometimes, you want to do something more. Run away. Hide. Die. To get the hell out. Thats what I want. I know they love me, somewhere in their hearts, they do. But until I can feel that love, thats what I want. I don't know what to do. I'm that daughter. I'm the daughter that won't ever live up to their expectations. The one who is a disappointment. The one who is using up the money on education, taking up that room in the house, making those grades, not living up to those expectations.
I want to yell help me from the top of a mountain. But I can't. Instead, the words come out in between sobs. I just can't do this life anymore. I don't know how to go on, or what to do.
