Vent (Will Always Keep Going..)

I want to fucking die right now. I HATE THIS. I HATE MY LIFE. I HATE MY BODY. When I tell someone at school (Some kids I know who I thought I could trust.) what I'm going through.. You want to know what they say..?
Get a therapist!
Just stop feeling that way.
Your fine! Look at yourself in the mirror, you don't have anything wrong with you, plus, mental disorders aren't disorders, their skill issues.
Ewww a person who's a homo and has 'mental disorders "? Really? You think I'm that stupid? Your obviously faking! Shut the fuck up, and suck that shit up.
. . .
I can't. I can't just do shit automatically.. What? Want me to go into the kitchen and make you a fucking sandwich? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME? HAVEN'T I GIVEN ENOUGH? I'VE TRIED.
I'VE.
TRIED.
SO.
FUCKING.
HARD.
AND YOU GIVE ME NOTHING IN RETURN.
NOTHING.
I'M TRYING SO FUCKING HARD TO DO STUFF FOR OTHER PEOPLE, THAT I CAN'T DO SHIT FOR MYSELF.
I had to wake up for school this morning. HAH. I slept in a little bit... I was exhausted. I had to help several people with reading homework, do chores, and I woke up at 3AM, and was only be able to get back to bed at 6AM. Want to know what time I have to wake up? 7:00AM. I go to bed at 10PM. Let me do the math here.. Hmm.. Looks like I only get PRACTICALLY NO FUCKING SLEEP AT ALL FOR MY AGE. WHY DO YOU THINK THAT I WOULD TAKE A WHILE TO GET READY? I HAVE ALOT OF SHIT ON MY MIND, I'M EXHAUSTED, I WANT TO GO TO BED, I WANT TO STAY HOME, I HAVEN'T TAKEN MY FUCKING MEDS, I'M ON MY PERIOD HAVING THE WORST FUCKING CRAMPS OF MY LIFE. HOW. DO. YOU. EXPECT. ME. TO. FUCKING. FUNCTION. I CAN'T DO THAT SHIT. FUCKING HELL, WHEN I WENT TO SCHOOL, I PASSED OUT IN THE BATHROOM, ONCE IN THE HALLWAY, AND THREW UP BECAUSE MY CRAMPS HURT SO. FUCKING BAD. I didn't tell anyone though. Lucky me! :3

He kept telling at me the rest of the day about that, and when I got home, he said
"No electronics for an hour."
"For what?"
"This morning."
". . . What-. . .?"
"Do you remember what happened this morning?"
"Yeah..?"
"I'm just gonna let that sink in. Really hit home."
"But I don't understand- I can't control my mood really.. I can't control how I feel physical-"
"You want to know what I do when I don't want to do something? I do it."
"SO DO I-!? . . . Sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice... I'm sorry..."
" I don't need a sorry this, sorry that.. I need you getting stuff done."
"Okay.."

I don't remember the rest really... I have a fucking dumb ass memory that keeps me from accessing FUCKING ANYTHING ANYMORE. THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT DUDE? THAT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR. NO.