Guys. I told my therapist about everything. Attempts, sh and EVERYONE who’s been bad. I exploded with everything.
And the worst part was…
I didn’t even mean too.
I don’t want people saying “omg a mental hospital! I wanna be there.” Like no. I need comfort please.
And just a few days ago. My boy bsf who’s my CLOSEST friend found out… and he was sad… and I was about to cry (I didn’t.)
I just don’t know what to do. 