I've been up all fucking night. Doing what? Crying. Because that's all I do. Is cry. I just don't understand. I try so so hard to be good and I try to control my issues and the way I react but I quite literally can't help it. And then I get yelled at and called really mean names and put down and instead of standing up for myself (because that makes it worse) I run away and I cry some more. I just can't do it anymore. I'm ready to fucking die. On god if it wasn't for my dog.
