Why are my parents so fucking rude? Seriously, they treat me like shit. Okay, they might not know that I suffer from manic depression, or what exactly is going on in my mind, but all the signs are there and yet they proceed to treat me like something they just scraped off the bottom of their shoes. I hate it so much, and it's driving me crazy. For example, they call me a 'useless waste of space' and say that I'll never get a job because of the way I act, look, etc. "Jesus, thanks. It's nice to know that you treat your manically depressed, suicidal son with such Goddamn care and respect. Can I feel the love? No, I fucking can't, now get out..." Last night, it was getting to a point where I wanted to grab the pills and just choke 'em down just because I wanted them to shut up. I came so close today to telling them everything, and again I chickened out. I know that if I told them it would shut them up but it would also mean weeks and weeks of unwanted questioning. I hate them. I hate them. I HATE THEM!