A Cruel and Exhausting Struggle

This life is cruel. So goddamn cruel. I cannot breathe anymore with out a damn drug, wtf. And that sometimes doesn’t even work. I’ve been home all week because I can’t breathe.? And then I’m just told I’m fine when it feels like I’m suffocating. I need to get out of this. To much is happening when I’m to young and it’s just supposed to get worse..? And I know people go through 1,000 times more than me, so I’m sorry if I sound petty or ungrateful. It’s just so cruel and frustrating when all my friends are at school laughing and having fun. And I can’t even laugh anymore because it takes “to much air” and I’ve tried to explain to people but they just say I’m overreacting which I probably am. I just can’t go back to where I was,and I’m already almost there while trying to keep 12 different people from killing themselves. It’s exhausting but why would it matter. I’m just an underpaid therapist and babysitter and that’s my only purpose, to help my parents and friends from going through what I did. And I can’t even do that! But I’m fine. Just randomly ranting.