Just another fucked up day in my own little world
Well hello again , today started quite shitty. Just like everyday does lately. I couldn't get up so I decided to skip school for today. I went over to my friends house very early so we could hang out. It was okay. My friends name is Kirsten. And with 'K' by my side things are always less worse than they should be. It was fun seeing her again because I haven't in a long time. When I got home things really started to get worse. I found my mom stressing and crying on the couch. So I asked her what's wrong. She showed me a couple of notes and letters she found in my room. I looked at the letters and realized they were ripped pages from my diary and an old suicide note from the time my PTSD was even worse and I was suicidal. My mom asked me why I wrote these kind of things because she thought I was feeling way better because of the therapy sessions I had a while ago. I tried to explain to her that the notes she found were old and she didn't have worry. But she didn't believe me . Now she wants me to go to a fucking therapist again . This day couln't get any better. And for the people who didn't get it , I was being sarcastic.
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