Going
My body is so sick. Everytime I put just one pill in it, my body rejects it. My soul is also telling me that I'm killing myself. Or at least who I was/want to be. I put myself on the waitlist for a rehabilitation center today. I check in the 16th and will stay for between 21 and 30 days. My brother and mother don't even think I'll make it to the 16th. And my brother won't even come visit me because he's so mad at me. It breaks my heart to know that I caused them that much heartbreak.
I'm unbelievably scared of so many things right now. I won't even try to list them.
I'm unbelievably scared of so many things right now. I won't even try to list them.