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i feel looked over. "he doesn't need help, he's fine.", "you're sad? you live in a house, you get to go to school, some kids don't have that privilege-" SHUT UP.
i stand on the front porch trying not to break down crying because you couldn't tell me how to simply tie up the dog. instead you tell me that you're "gonna have a heart attack". STOP EXAGGERATING. YOU'RE NOT GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK BECAUSE I ASKED YOU FOR HELP.