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Right now, I am very jealous of you. Wherever you are, whoever you are with, at least you aren't at home.
As in, with our parents.
And, even if you are, I'm willing to bet you aren't stuck there and can leave whenever the **** you want.
I cannot. Not for about 2 more years.
And during this time I will be subjected to their absolute misunderstanding of me. Cutting, especially.
I can't talk to them about it, because they only get angry.
Shawn wants to put me on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety. I don't want to because I won't be me anymore. I know better than most how much chemicals **** with your brain and feelings, and I don't want to be forced to be like that all the time.
Though, my family always likes me better when I'm high off of some synthetic crap, so I'd guess they would like it a lot if I was continuelly ****** out of my own mind.
(Look up how to spell that please.)
Anyway, I feel like **** right now.
I can't wait for you.
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