I hate everything. I hate my mother****ing grandmother. I hate this goddamn house. I want to ****ing commit suicide. I have always wanted to. But I never told anyone. I can't see a goddamn friend who I haven't seen in forever. She won't let me. My dumbass grandmother won't let me. That friend is the main thing that is keeping me from hanging myself out of the ****ing window. This isn't an overreaction. I am sobbing rn.