Some reasons why I have therapy-
1 - my stepdad is a huge hypocritical jerk who makes me really unhappy

2 - my mom is extremely stupid and doesn't see that Josh is ruining our lives

3 - my step sister for being a self absorbed brat who only things of herself, and only cares for peoples looks and hates everyone who's "fake" even though they could only possibly be that way if they, i don't know, are dealing with some stuff at home, and "wearing a lot of makeup" is their way of coping, but of course Molly doesn't think that far into it because, as I said, she only cares about looks, and herself

4 - my step mom is ok. But she doesn't do anything, she gets mad when we don't do the dishes when, heh, she hasn't done the dishes ever. She doesn't clean, and the only time she does clean, she only cleans the bathroom and makes us, mainly me, so everything else. And she feeds Molly's ego, and sides with Molly in every situation when Molly complains about something

5 - my dad because he doesn't listen to me, he listens to me more than anyone else, but he doesn't... understand me. He thinks what I'm doing with my life is a waste, and yesterday he basically said I should never have been born because I was unhappy with the fact that they dragged me to a sports game, when they know I hate sports, and I wasn't paying much attention because I was reading

6 - both of my step brothers - they are bossy, and rude, they call me a jerk because I tell them to stop when they're being annoying, and my youngest step brother throws stuff at me and hits me, and the older one pulls on my backpack when we have to walk home together which is basically choking me, and pulling my arms off since the backpack is old and small, and tight

7 - my brother because at moms house, he can get away with a lot. And he does, and it scares me

And, apparently, I don't just suffer from depression, oh no no no, my friends, I also suffer from falling into deep existential crisis, and I know that's not a real official disorder, I don't think, but it makes me question reality and my will to live.

Also I'm apparently bipolar. Not extremely bipolar, but enough to suffer from a lot of its symptoms.

And ever since I found out that I realized how true it was. I have strong emotions, and can change my emotions really quickly.

One minute I'll be happy, or fine, and the next I'll want to flip a table. It's true. But I done flip tables, it's more of me punching something, but whatever, I can see how I can be bipolar.

But yeah, also the only reason I'm typing all this is because I'm just mad at my sister for being an ungrateful bitch, and complaining that I forgot to dry the clothes when, hm let's see, SHE DOESNT EVEN KNOW HOW TO DRY THEM OR WASH THEM!

At least I put in an effort, and in case she forgot, we were busy last night, and we were out until like 9, and I forgot because I still had to feed my rabbits, give them water, take a shower, and get ready for bed.

Guess what she was doing. Oh yeah, FaceTiming someone in her phone to complain about someone "fake". Mmhm.

I'm sorry, I just needed to vent a little, I haven't seen my therapist in three weeks and it's driving me insane. Literally. I had a mental breakdown last night because I've been through a lot these last couple of weeks, and o can't talk to her about it.

I also don't have medicine for any of this stuff, so it's always with me. Maybe next time I should ask her where I can get Anti-depressants.. idk, I'll see when it comes Monday, because I don't see her again until Monday, at five o'clock. Great.