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Another Rant

Okay so I'm someone who takes a little bit longer to do things. I've always been like that, when I was little my mom called me the pokey puppy.

It's normally fine, I can get ready and head out. Recently it's been a lot harder to get out of bed and get ready. This has been because of my increasing anxiety and because of my depression.

My mom has addressed this saying that we need a better system to get me going. But instead of asking why I can't function in the morning, my mom just says that not everything is about me.

Not. Everything. Is. About. Me.

NO NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT ME! BUT THIS IS THIS CONCERNING MY MENTAL HEALTH, WHICH NOBODY IS DOING ANYTHING ABOUT!

SO FUCK OFF YOU HOMOPHOBIC BITCH OF A WOMAN! YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT IM GOING THOUGH! YEAH YOU WERE IN MIDDLE SHCOOL BUT YOU WERE NEVER ME! YOU HAVENT GOBE THROUGH WHAT I HAVE AND YOUR NOT ME!

Your not fucking me.

So don't be surprised when I leave, and don't come back. Once I'm in collage I don't have to be connected to you anymore.