Twitch gives me what little dopamine my antipsychotics allow through, but it can’t replace friendship. I keep thinking, starting, but realize every time I have no friends. There’s nowhere to go.
The parents are suppressing me and just really ruin my life. It’s so hard to ignore them when they own my delusions, my mind. They need to die.
The brothers might be sad when mom dies. I won’t. She’s vile.
I don’t know what to do about today. What do I do to improve my life.