But suddenly...
"Your mood went down again, tsk"
Those words made my eyes grow big.
"Your so dramatic"
I was clenching my fists at this point.
"Why are you the one having a panic attack? Isn't it that I should be the one panicking? How am I gonna pay this?!?"
I didn't even hesitate.
"So it's my fault now that I'm panicking? Yeah sure, my fault, my fault, my fault, does that make you happy? HA you think that I can control this? Fuck no!
You think that I'm happy these past few days? But to speak the truth? I'm just distracting myself from these thoughts. THESE UNCONTROLLABLE THOUGHTS, THAT YOU THINK I CAN CONTROL. You keep on thinking that I wanted this, that I'm faking this. You say that you understand me when really you can't accept my disorder, because you know that you failed as a mom. I hope you know that. You say you understand me, but why can't I see that? Oh probably because everyday you need to vent out your anger at me, probably because you keep on calling me selfish, probably because you keep on saying that your gonna kill yourself because of the stress THAT I CAUSED. You think your helping me? No! Your making it so worse, so fucking worse."
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"What a great thing to start my morning with"
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{My Mental Health}
Aktuelle LiteraturJust updates on my mental disorders/habits/health. I know you won't read this, you must be thinking that I'm an attention seeker. Just think that this is just my way of releasing what I feel inside. And I just decided on sharing it with You. (Trigg...
