So here I am, at some damn family reunion. I had another ****** depression, and everybody just couldn't leave me be, they just keep asking me what's up. 'Oh, you know, I've got some bipolar disorder for several years now, that you don't really even know about. Suicidal thoughts, nothing unusual. There is nothing to see here, move along.'
Now I've got my usual irritated mood, as depression aftermath. My asshole father got drunk, and was talking **** about me, acting like he ****ing understands me. I swear, another ****** comment, and I will break his ****ing shitface.
I tried to talk to my mom about my "little problem". She was just laughing as it was ****ing funny that I have "bad mood". I couldn't really find courage to tell her that it's really a mental disorder and that I'm daily thinking about ending my life.
I'm alone at my family flat.