My journal

january 9 2015

well yesterday was FUN.

i came home and here my mom is with a counciler. in the living room. everyone thinks im mentally unstable and need help even when the doctor told them that i was fine and all i had was a stress disorder and insomnia. apparently im missing school on monday to talk to her. i dont really like the way she talked with me when my mom left. idk what, but she sounded like she was babying me. she kept saying how it was okay, how i was feeling depressed. when i told her i wasnt depressed she looked at me with pity and shook her head. she told me that i was practically screming for help. she pointed at my black hair and clothes and told me that the death metal i listen to depressed me. i was not depressed and im not looking forward to what ever my mom has in store for me. i couldnt be mad at her though, cause when the counciler left, my mom feel asleep after taking her meds. i kinnda felt bad cause i know she wanted to hel and all that, and she has been really stressed out. ughhh. oh well. i cant change whats already been done.

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