One of the things I hate is that if you aren’t bipolar, OCD, autistic, ect, it’s considered perfectly acceptable to be all “ha ha I look autistic” “feeling a little bipolar today”, but if you actually do have a mental disorder, then god forbid you talk about it, you attention-seeking over-dramatizing romanticizing monster.
Horrible, fucking horrible again. Nothing I do satisfies anyone anymore. I cant breathe here without being criticized. A mother who cares more about her internet persona and her fake “leukemia”, “breast cancer” and “ovarian cancer”, then she does her children, a father who isnt present and could give less of a shit about me then what he makes in the toilet and a family who honestly makes me feel as if I can never accomplish anything. I dont know how to feel anymore. I dont want to feel. I just need to get the fuck out of here. As soon as possible.