I'm so productive throughout the day but the second the sun sets I want to kill myself. I don't want to sleep. I'm tired but I hate sleeping, I don't know why but I just do.
I didn't eat breakfast or lunch today, I have a small bag of chips, a rice crispy treat and peanut butter crackers. My mom got me and my siblings ice cream but it just made me want to throw up. I ate a sandwich and fries from mc Donald's but I just felt sick after I ate it.
Something I've noticed with myself is that I either hate my appearance or my personality. I currently have zero issue with my body.
I almost cried today because it was hot in my room and my mom took my fan. I almost cried cause I had to scoop the litter and feed my cats. I almost cried cause I couldn't shift my bed. I almost cried cause I couldn't pick up a box. This was all with in the span of 20 minutes. I had a good day, I don't understand why I got so upset. Maybe it's the fact that once it gets dar I won't leave my room, and I can't go outside.
My mom woke me up around 9 and we left the house around 10. We went to the store got snakes, and drinks. We went to the gas station to get energy drinks and we went to another gas station to get ice. We went to jes's and played at the park while him and my mom talked. We then went to O'Clare dells, we hiked and then played at the park there. We left and got ice cream then mc Donald's. We then stopped back at jes's and played at the park. We left and went to the dallor tree then went back to jes's and then went home. He's staying the night.
Tomorrow my mom better not make me do anything because I don't have the physical or mental capacity to deal with a full day of outing for the 3rd day in a row.
Sleeping in a swimsuit tonight because my room is way too fucking hot. This week is my last week meeting up with my menti. It makes me kinda sad. I'm gonna miss him. The mentoring has been helping him too. He's made 2 more friends and that's amzing because before he only had 1. He's also been participating in class more. I'm glad it is actually helping if it wasn't helping I would feel kind of stupid for even mentoring in the first place. Also the fact that all the eighth grade teachers nominated me and Franklyn is fucking wild.
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Maggots are eating at my brain
Aléatoireidk it's a part 2 to my "A fucked up home" story