Yesterday I confessed to someone that I wanted to off myself. Meanwhile I told my mom that I really don't care about school anymore. And I really don't.
So both of those things got me sent to the grief counselor at school. She called my mom and told her what I said about not wanting to live anymore, mom came and picked me up, and then she made an appointment with my old therapist.
So I'll probably be going to therapy again for a while.
And therapy sucks. I drew a picture, which was nice, but then the picture made my cry. And for some reason I really don't like to cry in front of my therapist.
I don't know... I just don't care.
We bought an easel, a rug, some paint, and more canvases while we were out. I just want to be home right now, painting. Anywhere but here. It makes me sick to be here.
About Me
- Ashos Excess
- I'm one of those people. One of those people who gets frustrated with everything so easily, and swears that they're through. But three minutes later I'm in the same place I was before, chasing after the same stupid things, forgetting about the lesson I just learned.
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