*Kofedit* No need to read this, I've cooled down. I'm not going to delete it, but this is most likely pointless to yhu xnx
*warning, rant with bad words and no grammer/spellingg im so pissed atmfffff*
i told my mom about my relapse today. i was doing pretty damn good for a few months but BAM fuck all your progress with one over emotional minut. i told her i needed help. a lot, i mean. i've been slipping it to her now and again but i guess she didn't see the scars cuz she got all pissed off thinking it was about scool.
after i showed her my arms thoug she got even angrier and basically called me stupid for not knowing how to stop and kinda acused me of being an attention whore, but in diff words, i knew what she meanrt ><
then she went on shouting at me about what help why do i need help who i want ot talk to and shit, but i didn't answer because tbh IDFK. i guess i need therapy for this crap? does therapy really help. i tried to stop, and i did fora long ass time but skjlbdhlkakjfkl just gdi
anyways she left again, went to grammas with the brats. she wanted me to go but hell no, not after that. so i told her before she left i wanted to talk to my friend. hes like the only friend i have irl, and i can tell him anythign, but i guess cuz hes old or something mom wouldn't let me call him because "you don't need to talk to him about stuff like that" and after a hard glare "what? you have that kind of relationship you can tell him this sort of thing? youw should talk to people your own age they would understand better blahblahblahbalhaaa
ff. I think I'm done. I'm all worn out now. god. Don't worry guys I'm not going to do it, I've started trying to draw butterflies and naming em, saw online that it helps. x.x Is therapy really the way to go, cause I really think I need help, and no one else is here for me so :c
Listening to: silence