Journal: Wheeee
-------------------------------------------Mood: Fucking blond dumb ass twig...
Another over dose, I'm surely just waiting for someone to help me. I'm not wanting to help myself, if that had been the case I wouldn't be in the place I am now, I would have not spent this whole week end high, and I would not have blown up at my parents every chance I got. I also would not have my vison coming in and out of focus as I write this.
I truly don't give a shit anymore, last year I might have, but this year, I'm just... changed. I'm not sure if it's for the better or worst, all I know is that if someone doesn't take these pills away from me, I may just wind up in a morgue some where. Do I seriously think someone will help me anytime soon? No. My parent are obilivious to it, they are oblivious to many things I do. My mum only cares about herself, she didn't even realize that my fainting in school last year was an overdose of Hydrocodone and oxycodone, and the teacher I had first period thoguht it was just me having taken my mum's medication by mistake.
She had been partially right, I had taken my mum's medication, but not by mistake, I had taken it on purpose, and I had taken more than my body had a resistanve to, I had taken 8. Now, on Friday, I took 7, and guess what, my body has a resistance all it did was give me a high. What does that tell you? I've been at this for a long time. What else does it say? It says my mum, the one who is supposed to be my "Gaurdian angel" is falling behind on the job. All she cares is if I'm not failing a class, or if I'm going to school every day, or if I take my medication everyday. Sure she does a decent job, but she also has a way of making my life hell.
I've no social life, on week ends I stay home and get on here, I don't go over to friends houses and play video games, I don't go outside and ride my bike. I sit inside and talk you guys on here.
Funny thing is when I told my mum I had a crush on a person at my school she seemed shocked that it was a guy. I've got nothing against homosexuality, but I would like for my mum to listen to the things I tell her like how I tell her "Mum, I'm transgender." and not want her to hear "Mum, I'm gay and like women." Me be trangender does not automatically make me lesbian. Come on you blond dumb ass twig.
When I say things, I love it if the twig wouldn't over exagrate.
Neon: So I'm going to get stuck with the keft over piece?
Mum: So now you're going to fucking strave me to death?
No you dumb bitch, you and your damn migraine medication are doing that enough on your own, you don't need my help. If she's 4' 9" and under hundred pounds and getting lighter, she's got a problem. Even more so if she refuses to get off the medication.
You see, I'd love to fucking kill her in so many ways, but murder illegal, in cases like this I wish it weren't...
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