It all started on the 13th. I was watching a movie with my dad at the time when someone I haven't talked to in a long time texted me "Hey, it's me ____. I can't trust myself right now. Can we call?" I told him that I can't call now but I can later and to be careful. 

And I did call them. They told me what's wrong and I comforted them. I continued calling him until the 18th, Tuesday. I kept calling them because they needed someone to be there for them since no one else would. I liked our calls too and wanted to be there for them. On Wednesday, my mom found out that I was calling them and didn't like it at all. Blah, blah, blah, I'm skipping the whole her-being-a-bitch conversation. 

I'm grounded from my home computer, my phone and my tablet.  My tablet is what I usually use to get on Wattpad at home. 

What I realized recently is that I get grounded for trying to help people. My mom doesn't care one bit if I'm trying to help the depressed and suicidal. Her "law is absolute" Ok Hitler. Right away, said no one ever.

I don't care if I get in trouble I still want to help my friends out when they are feeling down. So don't worry, I'm not changing anything about my good nature. I'd rather not let her win too.

I'm sorry people I normally talk to but I won't be around much for a while. See you later

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