I hope my mother realises how broken I am. But she doesn’t and she never will. She’s never been the brightest tool in the shed but still. Cant she see that I’m not happy? Or that I’m depressed?
I got one hell of a telling of from my mums “precious” and drunk boyfriend for accidentally telling his kid to fuck off when he slapped me round the back hard and got in my way.
I collapsed on my bed and burst into tears. I felt so guilty. And I felt so stupid and pathetic for doing what I did. Im so stressed out I’m now taking it out on people.
Im so sorry for being a nuisance. Im so sorry for even being here.
Don’t worry “mum” I’ll be gone soon.
I text back embarrassingly fast
or three hours later
there is no in between
Do you ever feel physically sick because you know you’re not good enough for anybody and you can’t do anything right and you’re too tired to go on?