I don't like being at home. It doesn't feel like home. It doesn't feel safe like it's supposed to. It feels desolate. There's no joy here. It feels so lonely.
I get so lonely when I'm here. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being verbally abused by my brother when I don't do anything. I already have low self-esteem, and when he yells at me, it plummets. I hate being here. I hate feeling like an outcast. Everywhere I go, I'm alone.
I don't just read because I enjoy it. I read so I don't feel alone.
Maybe, I'm spose to be alone. Hell, my best friend rarely talks to me.
I hate this.
- Slipping Mentality
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