So, I'm a streamer. And I had just turned into a teenager, I have just started on my way and my dad and his girlfriend want me to take breaks like, "oh read a book, or draw!" I don't enjoy reading unless I want to, and i draw when i want to. its my decision. I'm streaming because I want to be happy with my newfound career, and to make others happy. They just don't see my enjoyment do they? I want to do this a lot. so much, today someone for the first time donated to me, i was so happy. yet my dad doesn't give me support on the career neither does hos gf. I just wish I could stream without being told to shut up or to get off. they are loud all the time. Then. Why can I? when they are not home, its escape into my world of happiness in streams. My friends and I laugh a lot about things, I am going to become like dream and the others but..sometimes things hold me down..like my dad.

Im listening to $uicideboy$ and holy shit their music is good but its bringing back all the bullshit feelings While im screaming and crying the lyrics its like i can refeel the physical feelings from alll those times i held a knife against my neck

I'm 13... and dealing with a lot of fucking bullshit. I suffer from anxiety and I hide it from my family. Depression as well. Two days ago, my dad... he ripped my dog out from underneath our dinner table and hangs her by her neck. I jump and scream Dad and slam my fist on the table. My mom yells at me to sit down, as my dad throws my dog in her cage, my mom sends my three sisters upstairs and comes over to me, and says, " If you yell at your dad like that again I will choke you out myself" She sent me upstairs. I cut myself with a thumbtack, I am insecure about everything, and it's just so stressful. I have to feel like I have to be the perfect child, to have the best grades. But at the same time, I just want to leave, all I am ever told is something that makes me feel not loved or stupid. I don't know what to do...

I am a twin. When I was five I was diagnosed with ADHD and anxiety and am currently being tested for depression. My twin, who went through all the same tests as me and came back without a diagnosis, has been lying to everyone we know, saying that they have both ADHD and anxiety. They do not. They don't struggle at all with it. I know it's not my place but it really makes me want to scream every time they talk about their 'ADHD'. My twin is entirely neurotypical, yet they act like they have it worse than I do, like they aren't privileged.

TLDR; my twin is faking mental illnesses and it makes me want to run away from home.

I honestly just need a place to vent without worrying about my parents being called because I’m ‘suicidal’ or ‘bulimic’ and then them screaming at me because I’m just doing it for attention and it’s all just a phase so she won’t have to pay for psyciatric help or therapy.

I try and I give, I give, and I give, and no oneis ever satisfied, I’ve bled for them until there’s no blood in my body left to bleed yet they still want more from me. I’ve been screamed at and berated to the point I’m convinced all I am is a waste of oxygen who’s opinions and preferences never mattered at all.

I can’t vent to anyone at all. Why? Because I’m a child. I have never ‘experienced true pain or stress’. All I have to do it ‘wait until you’re an adult and you have to pay taxes and work a job you don’t even like’ when I’m not even sure if I’ll survive till then if this keeps happening

Why haven’t I ended it all yet? Because of my friends, those precious angels known as Neveah Alexander and Caitlyn Vigil. They’re too good for me and I love them with all my heart. They accept me for as I am and don’t judge me on my actions without letting me explain myself like my family. Just to have my family blame my actions on them, telling me, ‘you should find new friends’.

Why the hell would I find new friends when the friends I have at this moment are the people I love with all my heart????

Next topic, school. School has stressed me to the point where I have been physically and mentally damanged. I’m stressed so bad from the combination of my family’s expectations, and the workload from school, that I either vomit, have an anxiety attack and cry myself to sleep, or both.

But then again, while school is one of my main problems, it's the only way I can contact my angels which I never deserved that I called friends. Suicide is a topic I've thought of repeatedly but my bsf shoot it down immedietly and are my lifeline