I didn't delete anyone from social media. I just closed my fb account. Again. Heh
I'll take PM again. I don't think I can open fb in a while.
Where do I go from here? Well... looks like I might be moving to California soon. That would be nice. My lower back still hurts from the car crash, and my car just got smashed into again last night. California sounds just about right.
CIJS?
I don't care. You told my sister and parents that you're worried about me and that you feel guilty because you had no idea how bad things were until yesterday. That's my fault, Yo. I do that. I say, oh, don't worry. It's not that bad. I'll be fine. I can handle it. Then I panic and you shrug and laugh, "Staaaahp, girl. Stop acting crazy. Just relax." I snap at you for not understanding why I'm so stressed and then you sit there confused. My fault. I don't want people fixing things for me, so I don't say anything, but I expect you to understand when I'm too stressed out to hang out. Well, I just said goodbye to a friend of years due to my loss of patience. Patience for what? Love? Care? The fact that you want to help? Thank you. Thank you. I'm sorry I do this.
Having said that, I love my two boys. So much. That's why I'm still here trying to find a way to fix everything with out making things harder for all of us. People try to help, but their intentions make things worse. They have no idea. I very much wish I could naturally die and this way I wasn't an irresponsible parent by taking my own life. But it seems I'm healthy, except for anxiety. So here I am. Alive to my fucking disappointment.
I'll take PM again. I don't think I can open fb in a while.
Where do I go from here? Well... looks like I might be moving to California soon. That would be nice. My lower back still hurts from the car crash, and my car just got smashed into again last night. California sounds just about right.
CIJS?
I don't care. You told my sister and parents that you're worried about me and that you feel guilty because you had no idea how bad things were until yesterday. That's my fault, Yo. I do that. I say, oh, don't worry. It's not that bad. I'll be fine. I can handle it. Then I panic and you shrug and laugh, "Staaaahp, girl. Stop acting crazy. Just relax." I snap at you for not understanding why I'm so stressed and then you sit there confused. My fault. I don't want people fixing things for me, so I don't say anything, but I expect you to understand when I'm too stressed out to hang out. Well, I just said goodbye to a friend of years due to my loss of patience. Patience for what? Love? Care? The fact that you want to help? Thank you. Thank you. I'm sorry I do this.
Having said that, I love my two boys. So much. That's why I'm still here trying to find a way to fix everything with out making things harder for all of us. People try to help, but their intentions make things worse. They have no idea. I very much wish I could naturally die and this way I wasn't an irresponsible parent by taking my own life. But it seems I'm healthy, except for anxiety. So here I am. Alive to my fucking disappointment.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian