I told someone a “little secret” about a private detail. He said he can use it for a specific purpose. I asked “what?” and he said “oh, nevermind”

Now I am worried and this case has added another straw to my accumulated atress, and hence made me more suicidal

I really want to end my life. Really, only my mother cares about my life, and she only cares that I live and exist, nothing more
My therapist’s abuse has done that and I have learned that bad people are GOOD!
Therefore, good people must die and bad people thrive. My parents don’t even care, so I must really be a worthless piece of s***

So, one day I will just die.

In a more realistic talk - I could NEVER talk about mistakes I did at home. I’d get no attention to the bad feelings from it and just get either a cold answer from my mother or an angry or apathetic answer from my father

Time to die I guess. Bullying is strength, abuse is good. Just look at my beautiful therapist who gets to rip and tear other futile people for money so he can continue his beautiful life of glory and pride