I thought you two would know I make mistakes. I thought you two would understand why I make them. I thought you two would know I take things to heart. I thought you two know I get upset every time you threaten to take something I love away. I thought you two would know I'm getting fed up of the family outings without me. I thought you two would know that rubbing it in my face afterwards hurts me as well. I thought you two would know I hide things behind a smile. I thought you two would notice when something was wrong. I thought you two would notice if I was struggling. I thought you two would notice I'm weight due to stress. I thought you two would ask how college is going apart from when I'm overly happy. I thought you two would notice when I'm too scared to ask for help. I thought you two know I care about you, my room and other things. I thought you two would know I'm not selfish. I thought you two would notice I don't want to stay at home. I thought you two would notice when I was falling apart. I thought you two would notice that I was falling into depression. I thought you two would care and ask me instead of shouting at me. But obviously, my thoughts are wrong...