thorn yacht
||I swear to fucking god I feel so bad right now. I don't want to relapse, but my parents are making it harder and hadder not to. The ONE time I'm asleep when you're done making the food—the food I WANTED THEM TO MAKE FOR A MONTH BY THE WAY—they dont fucking wake me up. Its so annoying. They always do this when I'm not awake for dinner. They just let me sleep. Even when they know that I'm very much looking forward to dinner or something, the moment I'm asleep they don't even try ever again to wake me up. This is a stupid reason to do things for, I know, but it's such a big problem. If I'm asleep at a time we need to go on vacation, they'd probabky see me asleep and just leave. If I genuinely did kms over something simple like this, they wouldn't fucking care. One less burden to complain about, one less annoying bitch that apprently doesn't care about them, one less thing to worry about, right??? It's so difficult to have these thoughts because I fucking KNOW that they wouldn't think that, but am I even sure? Idk, the one time I talked about my mental problems they jsut said I need more sleep. They might not actually care. Idk. Its fucking stupid. I hate my parents. They don't care about me anymore, they spent all their love on my brother and none is left for me, because apparently I'm supposed to be better. Apparently I'm the "perfect" one that doesn't have mental problems, doesn't have addictions, is a perfect fucking example of what every kid should be. They don't fucking care. I'm so done.||
snow urchin