My mom told me to quit lying about on my depression evaluation forms. Saying I was over exaggerating. This is what I get for believing maybe my mom understood what I was going through. She told me I wasnt as bad as I thought I was. But little does she know my thighs have gashes in them. The other night I took a bath claiming my back hurt. No I was in the bath for an hour frantically tearing apart my razor to cut with. Yeah because I'm not luing. Fuck you
