I am alive bitches.
I relapsed pretty bad into sh. We want to stop for our littles, but if we tell our therapist we'll get hospitalized. And we can't afford to miss that much band. We'll tell her after marching season is over. At the same time, maybe if we go to the psych ward our band director will stop being so awful. He screams, yells, honestly we're a little afraid he might get physically violent. But if he knew we were in fragile state, he might ease up. He's the reason we relapsed. We also relapsed into Anorexia, we're so fucking hungry, but can't get ourselves to eat. Here's to praying it gets better soon. Peace out, sorry for the shitty update
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