I don't own Skype, Paramore's song For a Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic or Big Time Rush. I like to be honest these events are loosely based off of my life.

You would think I have it all, money, fame, great friends.I've been in Los Angeles for about a year now. But it was long journey to get here. My life back at home was not perfect not even close. I was depressed since I was thirteen I had severe mood swings, anger issues and possibly a eating disorder. My parents constantly would argue over my grades or my behavior. I remember the night of my first ever performance in front of people when I was thirteen my parents were yelling at each other on the way to the venue.

" Where the hell are the batteries for the camera?" My father asked my mother angrily while driving.

" They're in the camera."

" Apparently not because I just looked in the camera," my father's voice raises.

" I put them in the camera before I left," this time my mother's voice raises.

" Would you two stop fighting?" I blurt out. My parents turn to face me.

" This is none of your business," they both say at the same time. I frown and tears begin to fall down my face.

One time I was walking to my mom's car I was irritated. My day was terrible to make matters worse my mother kicked me out of the car.

" Get out of the car! You're walking home!" My mother shouts at me, I swing the car door open and jump out of the car. My mother speeds away leaving me into front of the school. Tears spill out of my eyes I scream, " I hate you! I fucking hate you!" I begin my journey to my home. As I reached the end of the street I see my mother in her car waiting.

" Get in the car," she says. I open the car door and slide in.

Later the after that afternoon I call Logan I enter my bathroom so no one can hear. Two rings he picks up.

" Hey what's up?"

" Logan something happened," my voice shakes on the phone.

" What happened ?" He says with concern.

" My mom kicked me out of the car. She-she made me walk home," I shakily say tears roll down my face. I sniffle a bit.

" Are you okay?"

" I'm I'm fine" I lie. I hear my father come in my room. " My father's home, see you later." I quickly say hanging up. I wipe away my tears and emerge from the bathroom.

" Who were you talking to?" my father asks me.

" Logan he was asking me what was the homework," I grab a towel then head back into my bathroom to take a shower.

The next day at school Logan came up to me really concerned.

" I tried calling you fifty times last time after you hung up."

" I turned off my phone."

" I thought you were going to do something drastic," I pull him into a hug.

" I wouldn't do that," I lied. I thought about cutting myself over a slight overdose on pain killers.

As months would pass on by my father would travel without telling me where he would be. One time I got my report card for the first quarter. I did ok not the greatest I had two A's, 3 Bs , 1 C and a horrible D. My mother wasn't upset but I could tell in her eyes that she was pissed off. My mother made me tell my father about my grades. He wasn't too happy. My mother was talking to him on Skype later that night.

" Do you want to talk to you son?" she asks my father.

" No I don't want to," anger boils through my system. How dare he? I slam my door close grab my ipod shove the headphones in my ears. I scan through my playlist and found the perfect song.

I begin to sing along with the song loudly.

"So what did you think I would say?

No you can't run away, no you can't run away

So what did you think I would say?

No you can't run away, no you can't run away

You wouldn't

I never wanted to say this

You never wanted to stay

I put my faith in you, so much faith

And then you just threw it away

You threw it away

I'm not so naive

My sorry eyes can see

The way you fight shy

Of almost everything

Well, if you give up

You'll get what you deserve"

Every day now sing out my feelings how I felt about being back home with my parents. I'm so fucking happy that I'm with my friends that actually care about me. I'm here with them not my parents. No one of them know about my past I may tell them about it. But, for now they don't need to know.

Hi my name is James Diamond I hate my parents and I almost overdosed back when I was sixteen.

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