I can’t tell if my situation is making me more depressed, or if my depression is making my situation unbearable.
The internet needs a breathalyzer.
I shouldn’t have posted that stuff.
I always wish when people ask me “why’d you transfer colleges?” that I had an answer other than “my father made me.”
Because people don’t understand what it’s like to grow up in a house where you’re terrified to go home each day, where you’re terrified of your parents, where even after you turn 18 they control your life just because you fear them.
Thanks love, that’s actually really nice to hear. Do you have a kik or anything?
My sorority sisters told me that I was no longer welcome as their pledge.
I thought I’d finally found a family.
I was honest about all the moving I’ve had to do, from town to town and college to college. Apparently last night they decided as a group that all the moving and switching means I can’t commit to anything.
I have lived in 13 different cities in my life time. I was 7 years old the first time I felt an aching inside me, that I just wanted to go home. I wish that they knew that I’d do anything to know what or where home was.
All these years later, I’m still lost and looking for a family.
I haven’t posted in forever because I’ve been doing so well but tonight everything fell to pieces.
I’m never going to be able to run or dance or rock climb ever again. Not if I want to walk again.
What I thought was my family threw me out this evening.
And after over 18 months clean, I relapsed to self destruction.
And I’m about to finish this bottle.