the boy I like doesn’t like me beep boop
she announced that i need therapy and then asked why im not already seeing one since i told her i was ognna look for one in salem and i tried to explain to her that i literally will never find myself a therapist if she leaves it up to me cos at this point i don’t give a shit if i get better or not i really don’t
and she took that to mean i want to die which is not true and ugh for someone wrought with mental illness, she literally doesn’t know anything about it
she also doesn’t have any concept of when to quit
she yelled and argued with me til i was crying and couldn’t even form sentences and she just kept yelling questions at me and got mad when i couldn’t answer them i really really want to leave forever
now i feel like shit for not wanting to hang out with anyone this is fucking stupid
she actually just really really thinks that she understands me and her perception of me is absolutely and completely wrong and it’d be sadder if i wasn’t so hopelessly apathetic about everything
my mom seems to think that being introverted and not wanting to socialize constantly is why i need therapy
and now she’s questioning me about fucking everything in my life i hate everything i was in a good mood til now
ugh wtf my mom complains if i am always out with my friends and not at home but whenever i actually wanna stay in she bitches that im just gonna be in the house all day like yeah what do you want from me woman
what’s a good fun thing to do if you are inside and it is raining and you have no money or drugs
goodbye friends i must go to the atm and get money for my drug dealer now