VENT CHAPTER BE SAFE, PLEASE
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Yeah Wow okay so I just had a mental breakdown INFRONT of my mom, 7 months clean and I felt like shit all over again. What a fuck up I am. People could hear. Everyone in the house could hear. Fuck me man. Why can't I just be normal and now have anxiety and crippling depression
Why is my dad an alchie and that shit rubs off I guess. I literally wanted nothing more yesterday than to stuff everything numb with drugs and alcohol. That's all I wanted. Sadly I didn't have that access cause I'm clean but I digress. I hate the fact my dad just makes fun of me and never says he's proud. I try so fucking hard to make him happy or even slightly proud but here we are. Ima complete disappointment who's only job is gonna be a fucking 9 to 5 at a gas station and living in an apartment basement fat with stay ally cats. That's how I'll end up in his eyes. And no matter what I do. What I listen to. How I act it's just never fucking good enough.
I wish I was good enough
