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Helppp I missed my therapy session D:

I was only 12.
          
          I was at my friend’s house, trying to pretend I was okay, but inside I was falling apart. Everything got so overwhelming — too loud, too heavy — and I couldn’t handle it anymore. I told them I was just going around the block. But really, I turned the corner, sat down on the curb, and broke down completely.
          
          I didn’t know how to breathe. I didn’t know how to ask for help. I just knew I needed to disappear for a second.
          
          And then you showed up.
          
          A stranger. Just someone passing by at 1AM. You didn’t walk past. You stopped. You looked at me — not like I was crazy, not like I was a problem — but like I mattered.
          
          You asked me what was going on. Not in a pushy way. Just… calm. Gentle. And for some reason, I told you. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I remember how you listened. How you didn’t leave. How you talked me through it, slowly, like you knew I just needed someone to stay.
          
          You probably didn’t know I was only 12. Or maybe you did. But you treated me like a person — not like a kid having a “moment,” but like someone who was hurting. And someone who deserved kindness.
          
          I don’t know your name. I don’t know where you were going that night. But you stopped for me — and you helped me survive something I wasn’t sure I could make it through.
          
          I’ve never forgotten you. And I never will.
          
          Thank you. From the bottom of my heart — thank you.

Dawg, yeah, I’m mentally unstable and I’ve been through some seriously messed up stuff. But that doesn’t mean you get to try and fix me like I’m some broken toy.
          
          I’m not gonna lie — I’ve got trauma and my brain doesn’t always work right. Sometimes I’m a total mess, and yeah, it’s hard. But guess what? That’s my mess. Not your project.
          
          People act like because I’m struggling, they have to swoop in with all their “help” and “fix-it” plans. Nah, fam. Just ‘cause I’m hurting doesn’t mean I need you to be my mechanic.
          
          I don’t wanna be “fixed.” I just wanna be accepted — with all my scars, weird thoughts, and breakdowns included. If you can’t handle that, then back the hell off.
          
          I’m surviving the chaos inside my head every day, and I don’t need someone else trying to control it or tell me what to do.
          
          So yeah, maybe I’m not stable, maybe I’m still healing, but I’m not broken. And I sure as hell don’t need you to “fix” me. Just let me be me, flaws and all.

Nah gang how the Cinnamon Toast Crunch do people find Barbie hot?
          It’s low-key weird, cause Barbie is plastic and meant to be fake.
          Why make it real, when the whole purpose is to be fake?
          You know how barbie is like the  stereotypical woman blonde hair blue eyes likes pink?
          First off ew. (Guys I’m cooked I’m blonde have blue eyes and likes pink)
          How can someone find that attractive?
          Plus the majority of people that find her attractive, throw a fit when they can’t find a real life person like her.
          Like are you brain dead???
          Barbie is not real.
          It’s meant to be like guide lines for the “perfect woman” which is disgusting cause that makes so many people insecure about   how they look, AND the target audience is children.
          Oh and there is this thing going around of people complaining about not looking good enough because they don’t look like Barbie.
          That’s sick.
          Also Ken get out of my site.
          Gayest man I’ve ever seen and then people also think HES hot like omfg be so for real. The closest is fucking glass.

Naww chat you thought I was done crashing out?? Here’s more to the whole Dear Drew thing
          
          And then acted like the victim 
          Don’t even get me started about how you blamed me for making you a worse person blamed me for lying about everything 
          And then when we started talking which I barely wanted to do you told me you still liked me 
          Like what did you gain from telling me this
          And then you said stuff about how “I thought you liked me” and basically making it sound like you want to date me again
          Have you not gotten that I’m over you? And besides you don’t have a chance of me dating you again 
          “Oh well I don’t think you hated me cause you were the headphones and the shoes I gave you every day”
          Did you just not listen to me tell you about how I don’t care if someone I hate gives me something cause it’s free 
          Also you compared me to people you hate and then get upset about me comparing you to Owen like you said I was like Brandon Chase and Michael so I’m pretty sure you can get over me saying your like Owen
          You hold on to things for all the wrong reasons 
          You always told me that if your not saying anything doesn’t mean your upset but half the time you would be upset if I didn’t shut up and notice 
          I can’t deal with sensitive people so I can’t comfort people for some reason you didn’t understand 
          This probably didn’t make any sense but still
          To say the least I don’t fucking like you

TW
          Suicide and swears 
          Btw I have extremely shitty grammar 
          Dear Drew
          Drew if you read this I want you to know it’s not going to be “oh im so sorry for being rude I love you im sorry blah blah blah” 
          I hate you
          You made racist remarks about my friends you hurt me physically and emotionally 
          every time I would say something nice about myself you would tear it down
          You were always nosy about everything like if I would open an PRIVATE email you would be right there hovering over my shoulder and would ask what it was about and when I tried to dismiss it you would guilt trip me into telling you as if I did something wrong or if it was a document that I wrote my feelings on you would say something about feeling like “l don’t trust you”
          I’m aloud to not want to tell you everything 
          Oh and you said “I would never go around telling people bad things about Max or telling people things Max did or say that he wasn’t proud of”
          Which is fucking ironic coming from you
          Ever single thing you knew about me you told Soda your Mom or Sister about it
          And then you ask why I don’t trust you 
          Drew 
          I tried 
          I tried really hard to trust and love you but you expected more out of me then I could give
          I’ve heard you talk about how you wished I killed myself
          I want you to know that really hurt hearing from somebody you thought cared about you wishing you killed your self 
          And you try to hard to get me to like you making me mad just so then you feel loved so you get a compliment just fishing around for compliments 
          Always acting like your my parent like your responsible for me like I can’t make my own decisions and then have the nerve to complain about how you don’t like babysitting me but In reality no one asked you to baby me you just did
          You acted like you knew me better then everyone else did like I’ve known you for years acted like you knew what was best for me like you were genuinely helping me 
          Well news flash you made me worse
          You stole from me copied me blamed me

Guys I might just write random shot when I get mad