I’m fucking losing it. Just deleted twitter and Facebook and I couldn’t tell you why. She is going to be the death of me, I promise you. Don’t know what to do. My best friends talk about me behind my back, or maybe they don’t, not as bad as I think; I could just be paranoid. But that’s her fault to. She’s made me hate myself. So why should anyone else like me? I can’t stand this. I need help for sure. But I don’t trust anyone enough to try to talk to them. I’m a mess. But it’ll just get better with time, right? Hasn’t gotten any better yet. Probably worse. Fuck.
I was just told my mom might go to rehab. Today she told me she’s thought about driving into traffic so that her life insurance can get us out of debt. What’s a 17 year old boy supposed to say to that? More importantly, how the fuck am I supposed to still be concerned with fucking film class? How am I supposed to be worried about school at all? fuck.
Call me Jay ElecHannukah
Jay ElecRamadaan Muhammad Asalaamica RasoulAllah Supana Watallah through your monitor.
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