This is personal, if you don't want to hear about my problems stop reading now.
I'm pretty fucked up rn, last night I had a continuous panic attack that lasted nearly 2 hours, brought on by my mother. I was on the last day to submit an app to a group and she gave me half an hour to color it, put the art on the app, finish writing and submit it. She doesn't seem to care at all. She just walked away when I told her and mumbled sorry. My stepfather is a demon as usual.
No one seems to care at all but I'm used to that.
I wonder if she realizes that what she did triggered suicide.
Its funny how people say "it gets better." Well its been 16 years and I'm still waiting.
Playing: take a guess lol
Eating: cookies ewe