My parents don't believe in me so why should I believe in myself. Every attempt I make to become a better person is futile. As long as these pea brained giants think I'm useless then that's all I am.
It gets increasingly difficult to want to stay alive. How can you tell me to be greatful for keeping me alive when you insult my entire existence for absolutely no reason. It's no wonder I feel so attached to the idea of Sarah being my sole purpose in life. All the years I've lived with you I never felt an ounce of genuine love. The only times you ever did was when I did something drastic and reckless, but even then you got bored of that and used it to further push me into submission.
The audacity to ask me to leave my writings and drawings behind as if those aren't the very things holding me back from hurting anyone other than myself. Maybe you're the one who is mental. I've been spoon feeding you my symptoms and you still deny me of any professional care. Instead of paying for a professional to help me become less destructive, you spend money to give me things that make me happy but can also be used to guilt trip me. So are those "gifts" really gifts.
Nothing you do makes me feel appreciated. There is always a price to pay for it.