Ahem, Vent. (In case you didn't read the name.) TW: De@th, Bl00d, Fear, Arguments, Hat3. "The voices, they want me to d13" "I must live! People will miss me!""Ha! Noone will miss you! You and your mother argue EVERY DAY!" "Shut up." "No, you are WORTHLESS," A day passes......"Mama! Mama, help me please! Please, mama!" *Gets called down there* "Stop yelling, I'm trying to work, "Ma-""Veta, go back upstairs and take your nap, and be quiet." "Yes, Mama." *Goes back upstairs* *Cuts my wrists* "Bl00d, bl00d, bl00d everywhere." *Cries* I always want to run away, to di3, to listen to the voices. I almost did. The story above ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO ME. I now don't care if they don't want me to di3, I have a girlfriend that will keep me alive ^^
