There is no fucking point in making long posts whining.
I swallowed twenty odd pills last night and my mom thinks I don’t have the right to be sad and no-one suggested sending me for help and my dad wants to come fetch me to live with him.
And I don’t know. I don’t have the right to be sad. That’s all I’ve heard. “grow balls, Ellie.” My mom thinks I need a story like I’ve been sexually abused or raped or something. Hahaha I’m just SICK. And everyone is blaming me.
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