I'm living in your letters.. Breathe deeply from this envelope

Dear family,

ARG wtf is going on with all of you?

How are we supposed to enjoy Christmas? I'm trying to make this a great one and I'm scared no one will help.

And you know what? In two and a half years not one of you has asked me about this thing. Not one of you ever asked if I stopped or what. You probably don't believe it's a real addiction. But mum should know. She should have said something. Did you all just forget about it, like it was just a childish phase or something?

I just want us all to try this year.

Lisa

To my mum, bestfriend and doctor,

Why can't you see me falling apart?
I tell you I'm depressed, I'm clearly depressed. I runaway crying and breakdown behind closed doors because I've seen you look at me like I make no sense and it hurts more then crying alone in my room.
Why don't you take me seriously?
I need help.
I'm only happy when I'm high and thanks to all of you I can't be that much anymore.
Please listen to me like I'm a person and not just a fuck up.
Please help me. Please. Please.

me