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It's nearly 11 PM and I asked for two 5 mg diazepham pills so I can eventually sleep, and as I was sad and feeling bad, I didn't want to talk to them. And my dad just started speaking bullshit of me 'giving up on being a mathematician to have problems' and such for a bit. They don't understand a single thing and I don't have the nerves to listen to them for a single minute. Today he went with shitty advice that if I have problems, I should work more, because 'less work makes more problems' and I'm already stressed and everything due to lack of rest and the amount of work (I spend ~11 hours outside the house due to stuff I have to do). I hate them for just talking like it's just me acting. I hate them for negating my problems and I hate myself for having problems. I hate life.