A mix of stuff... It's like, confusing me. I recognise the feeling all too well. Mum wants me to go see the psychotherapist I used to see but I can't stand that, for some reason. Dad keeps telling me what a failure I am and how if i miss more school I'll end up working in McDonalds... and that I'm thick. Thick people don't get A*'s...
I have friends, but nobody I can talk to about this, one person in particular would understand but not be able to help.
All the bad inside, shown on the outside.