Date: 04/16/13 Day: tuesday Time: 10:56 pm
I am going to bed soon. I was gonna write sooner. Earlier my head was pulsating like electricity went haywire in it. Bunny is making me upset. Fuck her & her fucking temper! When was the last time I yelled at someone? You can't recall? Well then fuck you & get off My Fucking back. I feel like my parents & Bunny & the mess in the living & the "mess" in my bedroom are all on my fucking back. Everyone shut up & let me breathe! I need space! Stop making me feel like shit & dehumanizing me! Stop making me out to be worse than the fucking messes you whine & bitch & complain about. Just stop it. Now my head is whirling.
{mysterious drawing}
I need to confess the truth & get this off my chest. I cheated on my Chemistry test. The first 60 questions were on my phone which I hid in my pencil pouch. I got a 78% on it. I'm not sorry & I will tell no one except maybe my therapist. I do not care that it was wrong. I feel guilty as hell already. I want to escape, I want to crawl out. Leave me alone.
Physical scars are harder to hide, but in the same sense, mental scars are harder to show. How will the know? How on they know? That someone want to reach out? That there is a problem? You could speak your mind & try to tell them, but you can never tell them everything. You may remember every detail but you cannot recall it when you tell it to the one who really needs to know. I know I don't/shouldn't have any, but I feel like I do & I'm not telling my therapist everything so I am not properly diagnosed. I'm not even sane
I am going to bed soon. I was gonna write sooner. Earlier my head was pulsating like electricity went haywire in it. Bunny is making me upset. Fuck her & her fucking temper! When was the last time I yelled at someone? You can't recall? Well then fuck you & get off My Fucking back. I feel like my parents & Bunny & the mess in the living & the "mess" in my bedroom are all on my fucking back. Everyone shut up & let me breathe! I need space! Stop making me feel like shit & dehumanizing me! Stop making me out to be worse than the fucking messes you whine & bitch & complain about. Just stop it. Now my head is whirling.
{mysterious drawing}
Physical scars are harder to hide, but in the same sense, mental scars are harder to show. How will the know? How on they know? That someone want to reach out? That there is a problem? You could speak your mind & try to tell them, but you can never tell them everything. You may remember every detail but you cannot recall it when you tell it to the one who really needs to know. I know I don't/shouldn't have any, but I feel like I do & I'm not telling my therapist everything so I am not properly diagnosed. I'm not even sane
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