I'm back
i went to a mental hospital. I met my mom. Turns out I have 8 half siblings. They live down the street from me. I'm still not ok but my therapist said I'm doing great. Why do I have to live a life I don't want to have? I didn't choose this. But here we are and everyone just expects us to enjoy life and figure this bullshit out. I don't want to. I'm fucking tired.
