Whenever I do something, I start wondering if it's strange. I went from being a very confident child to someone who's hesitant to do anything because, after I do something, some people will criticize or scold me.
Just think about it, a kid can't do everything right. After they do something, they have to sit and think, "Was what I did good? Was it right?" Think about all that this kid has gone through; they probably only have a few friends in their life.
At the age of 8, I was falsely accused of theft even though I hadn't done anything. At 15, I had to listen to my family argue until we were cut off from each other.
Just think about what that child had to go through. At age 4, they had to listen to their parents argue. At age 6, they witnessed their father abusing their mother. At age 7, they were bullied and disliked simply because they were close to a boy.
I'm so tired, I've had enough. I really want to die, but I can't. Why don't I have more courage? Who would have thought that the child who seemed so bright and cheerful as a child would grow up to look like someone who's died over ten times?
What the hell is wrong with them? They keep comparing me to other people's kids. If they like it so much, why don't they just adopt them as their own?
I don't even want to be in this house anyway. Staying here drives me crazy.