my parents. they think i'm crazy. i'm sure they're ashamed of me. but they must understand, it isn't my fault. i didn't want to be like this. i didn't want this fucking breakdown. i don't enjoy crying like this. i don't really want therapy. i just need it. i didn't want to sleep in a fucking closet. but i had to. because i didn't deserve the warmth of my bed. and is it really that obvious that i have been crying? tara came over after school and that was the first thing she asked me. great. i finally asked my mom for therapy today. she called some lady. i think my parents will be treating me differently now. not like...nicer, just more like a kid. i don't want this. i didn't ask for it. what did i do?