So, I know this is kind of random but *shrug*

So, when I got sent to the mental hospital back in mid January, there was this one person I was trying to be friends with so I wouldn't be completely alone for 7-12 days, and now looking back on that, there were some stuff that just makes me uncomfortable

During the lunch time, said person and I were drawing our oc's and we decided to do a drawing challenge, we draw our oc's, and then draw the other person's oc. I was working on my oc that they could use as a reference, and then they started pressuring me into giving them the unfinished reference, I told them that I wanted to at least get the main details in first, and then they just took the paper, scolding me about how "in art school, you'll have to learn how to work on multiple projects at once and leave some unfinished." And I just sat there a bit uncomfortable because, I had already stated multiple times that I wanted to quickly get the main details down first before swapping references, and then they just take the paper out from under my hands. After a bit I just gave them the finished reference of another character instead.

At the hospital, they would do visitations for the guardians of whoever was in there. My parents visited, no big deal. Thing is, when they left, the same person walks up to me and tells me to never let those kinds of people out of my life, saying to cherish them, etc, etc. this pisses me off more than it probably should because, they know, nothing about my life. Hell, they've vented to me about their parents being abusive in private but 'normal' in public. You, out of all people should know that you don't always see every side of someone when you've seen them for 10 seconds. Little do you know, that my dad has been verbally abusive most of my childhood, that mother fucker broke into my room, fucking breaking the lock on my door, yelled at me, and then just left, leaving me shaking, crying, arms over my head, mumbling about how I wished I could go into a coma and not have to deal with this shit anymore, and that fucking event almost made me commit suicide, which was the main FUCKING reason I got locked in that hell hole.

Moral of the story, don't think people are exactly what they are like 30 seconds or even 30 minutes after meeting them. Just because my parents act all nice and caring doesn't mean that they were one of the soul reasons I planned to overdose on my sleep meds.

I'm sorry, I just needed to get that off my chest. I've kind of been bottling it up since January-

-Quicklight