They kept telling me what i was doing wasn't right. That i need help.
But who are they to tell me what i can and cant do, so what i hurt myself, i don't even see whats so wrong with it anymore. Its my escape. It makes me feel good, i have control.
Who are they to take that away from me?
But god they'd never understand me trying to explain that to them.
And they kept going on "you need help" "you're in denial"
i couldn't take it anymore, you wanna treat me like I'm crazy, why not act like it?
Thats when i called the police on myself "911 whats your emergency and the location?" a lady asked when i called "i need help, i need to go to the mental hospital before i hurt myself anymore"
God, this is the worst day of my life.
