*sigh* I won't really ever share my feelings in depth... But... I wrote a small poem thing about my struggles. Here it is:

You say things to me, and they aren't always nice. You treat me like trash, and I told you to stop… so many times. I tell you something mildly like a roasted type of thing and you tell me that it's not okay and I'm rude. I act like it is okay and that I'm fine, like we are besties, but I feel like we are enemies. When you tell me I'm an idiot my heart drops inside me, like when I fall and you leave me, only do I get up when my real friends help me. You call me insane and act like I am, and like it's contagious, when you are the crazy one telling me things. I feel uncomfortable around you, and make me feel like I want to leave Earth, but I always want to leave, to be away from you. My parents tell me to ignore me but I can't because I know you will always be there, even when you are gone, I know, you will be back.

So yeah, I guess this is a vent. I might do more of these things in the future.