Whenever I cry, it’s usually over something stupid. I overthink too much, it’s annoying. I wish I could stop being sensitive and emotional. My mental health isn’t really stable, well it’s stable enough for me to walk outside fine. I’m crying again, I don’t want to go outside. It’s summer, but my mom won’t let me rest. She keeps guilt tripping me. Of course I’m gonna go with her. But I really don’t want to, I’m tired of it. I hate waking up. During school, every time I woke up. I felt like running away and dying somewhere nobody could fine me. I can’t escape. I’m stuck here in this stupid house filled with trauma. I hate it here but I can’t help but find comfort here.