I'm so annoyed and mad at my best friend right now. I told her that I didn't tell my therapist that I wasn't eating alot and getting bad about it. And she got mad that I didn't tell her and that I said it's whatever and I'm fine. She was like you have to tell her because your doing something terrible. Like duh dumbass I'm doing it on purpose because I want to and feel like I deserve to.
Its not even the fact she told me that, it's more the fact that instead of asking if I was ok or what happened or something she immediately got mad at me for it. Like I get she cares and is worried about me. But if she doesn't take the fucking time to make sure I'm OK or something then I'm not gonna make any effort to try and get better. In my mind no one cares or notices, like I genuinely don't even hide it and yet nobody ever ask why I do it. It's ignored or people get mad at me. Like fuck off and try and act like you care, because so far your actions don't match your words. They are far from it.
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My sexual assault story
Non-FictionThis started out as my story about my sa and like recovering but its slowly becoming me just talking about other things that have happened that I can't really talk to with anyone It's not happy stuff so if you still need something sad it's still th...
