Ranting
Not that you all want to read this.
So the gist of the situation is that my Grandmother has been deemed "unfit" to live by herself. So she is going to come live here. The problem is that there really isn't anywhere for her to be. So my sister is going to try and move to another house but tells us how much of a problem it is for her. So they all decided my grandmother is going to live here. The problem is that there isn't anywhere for her here. So, it was decided that I will move out of my room. I have to get rid of everything. They won't let me move out. Now I don't have a room, I don't own anything, I have no reason to live. I can't do this. I really can't.
Why didn't I die that day? Why can't I kill these feelings? I want to be happy. I want to not wake up regretting everyday I'm breathing. I think "If I'm dead, then everyone can split up my stuff and they don't have to worry about where to put me."
I need a light at the end of the tunnel. Right now everything is black.
So the gist of the situation is that my Grandmother has been deemed "unfit" to live by herself. So she is going to come live here. The problem is that there really isn't anywhere for her to be. So my sister is going to try and move to another house but tells us how much of a problem it is for her. So they all decided my grandmother is going to live here. The problem is that there isn't anywhere for her here. So, it was decided that I will move out of my room. I have to get rid of everything. They won't let me move out. Now I don't have a room, I don't own anything, I have no reason to live. I can't do this. I really can't.
Why didn't I die that day? Why can't I kill these feelings? I want to be happy. I want to not wake up regretting everyday I'm breathing. I think "If I'm dead, then everyone can split up my stuff and they don't have to worry about where to put me."
I need a light at the end of the tunnel. Right now everything is black.