Hey.
Ye, I am still here. Don't how how I even made it that far.
I am at the edge of possible. Working with only five hours of sleep, pure work pressure and 3 hours of sports to get rid of my weight.
I have little to no time for myself and if that would not be enough, I always argue with my parents.
I already obey them everytime and do what they say, but why isn't that enough?
They even mock me when I am crying, even though they know that at home is the only place safe enough to cry. Means that I really have to banish all my feelings.
I already feel like somebody behind glass, and my nightmares keep coming back worse. And my therapy is no help.
I want to stay at work and not even return home, but I am scared to move into a place with strange teenagers. So I need to hold on, and hurt myself even more. Yay.
I hope you don't feel disturbed...
Naemi