It's my fifth relapse ever. And I umm... I just realized how little I mean to the people that I care about. Namely my siblings, they just hurt me when I was doing something to help them.
They didn't care and left me to suffer, meaning I have immense muscle pains right now. I can barely walk without falling over.
My Mom knew that and she tasked me with finding chairs for my brother's soccer game and I accepted. When I asked for help my siblings sassed me and when I told them about my muscle pain they laughed. And went back to what they were doing.
To think I love such terrible people...
I'm still crying I have been crying for a while. I wanted to shatter my skull at one point. There was a heavy slow cooker but I couldn't pick it up so I didn't.
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Things That Only Happen To Me
Non-FictionThese are things that only happen to me... This is pretty much my diary, have fun reading it!
