I'm gonna go crazy being stuck in this house but it's not like k can leave freely or have people over anymore. My rooms a mess. I was getting better but I don't know anymore. I can't tell if I'm better or worse.
I relapsed yesterday and continuously scratch myself through out the day. But I've been brushing my teeth regularly, and showering regularly too. I'm also always drinking water.
But I don't do anything. I sit in my bed all day. Doing nothing.
Dan has cancer. Which is my grandpa but he's not actually my grandpa. They caught it early but still.
I want my dad back home.
YOU ARE READING
Maggots are eating at my brain
Randomidk it's a part 2 to my "A fucked up home" story