Since that day, I hadn't left the house, nor did I take my medication.

The only time I would swallow a pill was when Janet made me take it in front of her. Afterwards, I'd stand over the sink, forcing myself to vomit it out.

I didn't know when I'd decide to end my life.

Nothing interested me anymore; all I could feel was sadness.

It was my fault for not being good enough, not trying hard enough, that made my parents not love me.

It was my fault for not being mature enough to leave the family, that made Victoria hate me.

Maybe I shouldn't have existed at all?...