Vent 2

There was a day when I apologized to everyone I’d hurt; I was having a breakdown. I politely asked my father to apologize for things he had done—like times when I’d sworn and been unnecessarily rude—but he blamed everything on me; even my brother, who doesn't even live with us anymore, took his side. I MEAN, HE DOESN'T EVEN LIVE WITH ME AND MY PARENTS. I feel like it’s all my fault; I really feel like a bad son. Sometimes I think about committing suicide just to lift this burden. When I told my mom at 13 that I’d tried to kill myself by overdosing, she got angry with me; she made me feel even worse. I have thoughts about killing my parents, but I don’t want to be a criminal. I just wanted peace... The only peace I find is being with my friends, being at school, or self-harming. I’m so hurt that I didn't even fix the Google Translate phrasing... (I’m Brazilian and not very fluent in English.)