Intro!!!

*Jimins POV*

Staying positive and happy is the only thing keeping me in this world right now, and I mean it.

I get bullied both verbally and physically at school for my mental health problems and my sexuality, I have no friends, my biological eomma is a drug addict and alcoholic and caused my younger years to be a living hell when I was with her (that's why I live with my appa), my parents (my dad and my stepmom) are constantly at each other's throats, on business trips, and don't even pay attention to me. There are literally times when they won't talk to me for weeks or months, when they do, they don't say much, it's like I'm living with strangers.

The worst thing about my life is the voices in my head. Most of the times they tell me bad things such assss: "Go kill yourself", "no one loves you", "you're all alone", etc., etc., etc., ya know, all that bad stuff. That just adds onto the constant bullying and sometimes (most of the times), yes, I do listen to them, especially on my bad episodes where they're practically screaming and it's so loud that I cant hear anything but them. I'm the only that seems to hear them, those are the days that I lock myself in my room and let it all out by cutting myself... It's not like anyone will care or notice anyways.

Somehow, I'm still hopefully though, that one day the voices will go away, I'll graduate from the hell hole that they call school, I'll move away from the strangers in my house, oops sorry I meant my parents, i'll go to college and graduate with a degree, meet someone and have a family with them, and show my future children the love and care they deserve. Anyways, enough about that depressing shit, it's time for me to tell you how my voices led me to a different hell hole.