Hey guys, i dont mean to hijack the thread or anything. You just need somebody to talk to sometimes, and i hate talking to people that i know. About this shit, i actually dont like talking to anybody about anything anymore.
Ive been to countless therapists and im only 16. I cut, punch holes, drink excessively, smoke too many cigarettes, fiend for opiates. Just anything to escape what im feeling right now. I was physically and mentally abused by my mother for 13 years. And i hate what im becoming. She has borderline personality disorder, manic depression/ anxiety, PTSD, and bipolar. And she passed it all on to me, she was a heroin addict and now she takes excessive amounts of xanax, klonopin, roxies, whatever. And im slowly becoming her.
I never got that love that a kid needs growing up. To make things even worse i found a girl that i truly and deeply cared for. Ive never cared for anybody but myself but i felt something with her. We were together for almost a year and went through the same experiences with the mental and physical scars to prove eachother. We just.. understood. Then out of nowhere she breaks up with me and says she just wants to fool around with guys and not let emotions get too serious, when she said she loved me first.
What makes it worse is we both have the same friends, so i see her almost everyday. It kilIs me even more to know that she doesnt care. I finally thought i had someone to rely on, care for, someone to just give a shit about me. And i was wrong, i always get my hopes up because ive just always been hoping something good will come out of this. And the moment something good happens i get fucked over.
Im just done with it, my dad doesnt respect me and tells me to get over it. My mom is a crazy drug addict. And unfortunately i am too. I got arrested and had to take court ordered drug classes, and im a fucking addict at 16. Everyone tells me my opinion doesnt matter because i havnt experienced life yet. Even though ive experienced enough to want to end it. Its like how the fuck do you know how i feel, or think.
Sorry for the book im just hurting. Ive held the shotgun in my mouth more times than i care to remember. I dont know what stops me everytime. I just want to be a good soul and treat everyone with love, because i know what its like to feel unloved, unaccepted, uncared for. Have a great day guys, happy 420 btw
