How I wish there were a way to bring back the dead. I want my parents back, especially my mommy. I miss my mommy, all that everyone else is doing for me is not the same. I use my money to get almost everything I need, but before, my mom always provided it without me asking. I had multiple clothes, but now I hardly find something to wear out. In short, I’m tired and stressed physically and mentally. I might run mad soon, I can see the signs in me. I behave out of this world now, and I used to be a cool, lovely girl. I think I need therapy sessions because I don’t understand myself. Am I still alive or dead? I need to be freed, but I don’t know how to be free because I’m in a prison of my own mind. Moreover, I’m just 18, and it’s been over 5 years since my parents died, and I don’t think I have been myself even though I look normal. My friends say I’m already mad jokingly, but I think they aren’t joking because I see it in myself… How can I get it all off my mind? I want a life, I will soon rewrite JAMB, and I don’t want to enter a university like this.
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