And I was doing so well.
This last semester I really felt like I was doing better. Way better. I was... happy. I wasn't terribly depressed all the time, I was going to classes, participating in the theatre, doing everything I was supposed to do and a few more things on top of that. I even got really good grades! I was doing really really well.
Well, now I'm home for the holidays and I just want to hurt myself. My family won't stop fighting, I don't have any privacy, and this whole house is so full of stress that I just want to scream. One fucking week and I'm already relapsing.
This sucks. I want to go back to school. I hate Christmas. This always happens, every single stupid year.
Well, now I'm home for the holidays and I just want to hurt myself. My family won't stop fighting, I don't have any privacy, and this whole house is so full of stress that I just want to scream. One fucking week and I'm already relapsing.
This sucks. I want to go back to school. I hate Christmas. This always happens, every single stupid year.