Yeah.
The other day I told my mom about my depression and that stuff and like now, she won't let me out of her sight. I'm not allowed to be in my room alone, so I have to sleep on the couch. I can't shower in my bathroom, I have to use hers. And with my earbuds, I have to keep one out.
She makes me want to do it even more. Maybe she's trying to help, but all she's doing is making it worse.
If I even speak against her she's like "You're not in your right mind... You don't know what you're saying."
OR
"We've all had this suicidal faze. I know what you're going through."
No you don't. And you don't know me.
I just want to run away. This place drives me insane. An asylum would be better than this.
Doctor said to stay positive.
There's nothing positive about my life rn.
Other than music, my friends, Wattpad, and you guys...