Alright, then, I'll do the same, because you clearly don't realize I didn't ask.
My father used to throw shit at me and my mom got mad at me and threw me onto the stairs a few days ago. I know I should call cps but i love them when I shouldn't. I'm severely bipolar and my kidneys are failing because I had anorexia when I was 6 and it finally caught up to me. My room is covered in roaches, ants, and moldy food, yet I have no desire to clean it. My brother has tried to kill me. When I was 7, I got raped by someone I loved, and nobody even f**king cares.
Does that make you feel great when you read it? :/