I literally can't right now so i fucking relapsed and I have to wear short sleeves for band tomorrow and I can't wear bracelets or hair ties and I can't draw over them also there not exactly cuts but makeup won't fucking cover them ahhhhh and then I start my period my god and for context it's a parade that I have to go to what the actual fuckkkkk like huh life's failing me and my mom is starting to think about taking away my tv, phone, iPad, and every device I own to "apparently" put me back in fucking reality because I too stuck in fiction like it's not my fault I feel safer in my own fucking head then in reality it's not my fault that the people in my head are actually fucking supportive and love me for who I am and don't think I'm be pure pressured into it it's not my fault that fiction saved my goddamn life I'm so done
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