It's hard when you live in a Christian household and everyone will think you're weird

I know I'm weird. But i shouldn't feel anxious in my own house.

It's hard to tell a trumpie that I'm gay, okay??

It's hard to tell someone that wants a homophobic, racist peice of trash leading our country that you are attracted to the same gender as you.

Anything. Anything, dad?? Anything??? Am I a sinner of sorts to you? Im not. Im just mentally ill. And somehow, the person that raised MY SISTER, probably the most mentally ill person I know, can't see how depressed I am. Can't see that I'm socially anxious. And my mom knows, but she knows what medications do. But i just want to be normal. I just want to be ****ing happy. I wish I could just go to bed. Get up. Go to school. Get good grades. Not think everyone hates you for no reason. Come home. Do my chores. Be happy. But no. You spoiled me, and that's no ones fault. But I'm depressed. I have anxiety. I'm a gay furry. I'm "gifted". I have problems sleeping (from adhd stress, and depression). I cant just "get up". I was told I was so smart and was expected to be that. But nobody told me I had to try eventually. I come home sweaty and gasy (social anxiety, stress). I can't do simple tasks. Can't do my homework. It's so much easier to fail. To give up. My life is already miserable as is. My phone, the internet-

-, is my only distraction.

It's hard to be seen crying, because before you were seen as small and weak. And that's how I feel when you see me cry. I hardly cry by myself anymore. I can't ****ing do this