One of the best scenes of Malcolm in the Middle ever.
that fucking kid took one for the team
and if you automatically did either one of the two, or both, don’t even fucking hesitate
the worst part about last year when my father found out i was cutting was that he didn’t, no matter what he claimed to say, care about why i was doing it. he nodded and warned me to never do it again. he called me crazy. he cried because he didn’t want anyone to know how crazy i was. afterward he never mentioned it again. so i stopped cutting. but i couldn’t stop spiraling into madness. my depression got worse. my social anxiety worsened. everything got worse. and he never noticed. he never asked. he never cared. so anyway guess who was feeling nostalgic lately