Probably last post since on the 11th I'm expected to be gone for a year or more but I'm so happy I met my boyfriend, he's made me the happiest in the world generally.
I hope you fucking get your shit rocked, I hope you fucking genuinely suffer like I do, and do what you told me. Exactly what you fucking told me. The exact fucking instructions, step by fucking step. I hope your grave rots, you won't be missed, so who even cares?
Why can't you kick me out like you threaten me? Maybe then, I'd get peace. You act like a fucking annoyance anyways. I have to hold back everyday, it's breaking me like the last bakeract. You're the reason I even get bakeracted you fucking dumbass.
You get so mad when I try to be something in the family because your idea of the family is YOUR kids, and my mom, and yourself. It was never me and my sister involved. It was your narcissistic ass thinking he runs the house because he's a man afraid of his ego bursting.
And your youngest is a racist fucking piece of shit that deserves to get his face stomped out until it's a broken mess. I hope he gets the shit beat out of him ngel.
You'd let your children assault me, hurt me, do anything, and never say anything, but when I do something? It's my fault. It's always my fault. Because I'm unstable. Mentally ill. I'm harming them and teaching them bad things, yea? Letting them watch me shower? That's okay!
I mean, you admitted it. You told me to end it, Ashley. Then you'd get upset I'm mentally ill and say I'm a harm to ' your ' children, yet you feel disgusted when somebody even tries to compare me as ' yours '. Do you even care? Do I not try hard enough?
I really hate you, Ashley. All you've ever done is marry my mom to have kids to trap her and harm me and my sister because you never wanted her to have kids. We were just in your way of a ' perfect family '. I'm a mistake in your eyes, who should've never been born.
I never told my doctor yet, but my homicide thoughts are worse too. I started having fantasies of more than my step-father, it turned into my whole family, not just a thought, a whole plan, and how it'd play out. Who to start with, how, when.
Being alone used to be something I wanted so badly, a major craving, yet now that I have it, I hate it. It makes me feel more hollow. It reminds me of how I felt when I was younger and with my father. I turned positive to negative just to be less lonely.
I hate having to beg for my medicine because without it I tweak the whole day, but with it, I feel braindead. I feel so weird and more empty. It's like my head was drilled into and dripping out every thought and I'm forced to watch it drip out.
Lately I've been considering it and nobody knows I had a plan made up, I just don't know if the plans object is loaded or if I have to steal something for it. Ahha. I keep wondering why they took me in if they never loved me or wanted me.
HHHSH..... My family hates me sm rn and i know it they dgaf that im regressing so bad and they seen the tissues covered in blood and haven't even asked for the blades lol. They care more about my half brothers that they barely care about getting me better anymore...
And satoru over here is telling his doctor casually "oh yea im hearing the voices still. Haha. totally can't hear what theyre saying. No. Totally. No i cant. No i cannot." And them seeing figures more often and its gen fucking up my psychotic ass. BRO PLEASE.
My insurance won't let me have my sleeping medicine that also controls my mood and schizophrenic issues because it's 'too high' (doctor wants the medicine upped byw) so what the fuck do i do genuinely because i need those pills bad because im TWEAKING w my mood issues.
My insurance won't let me have my sleeping medicine that also controls my mood and schizophrenic issues because it's 'too high' (doctor wants the medicine upped byw) so what the fuck do i do genuinely because i need those pills bad because im TWEAKING w my mood issues.