elizabeth.luck
Eliminate your map.
- Mar 10, 2019
- 124
My mom made me late for a job interview because I didn't brush my hair to her liking and she forced me to go back in the house and brush it. She went on and on about how I used to do my hair nice in high school and wear make-up. I reminded her (yet again) that I'm sick and things are different now but she didn't want to hear it. The government recognizes bipolar disorder as a disability but my own mother WHO IS A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL does not and I should be acting and doing things normally.
I wish I looked as bad as I felt. I wish there was a brain scan I could show my mom to show how bad I am. And when I'm gone my parents will be all like "We didn't know!!! We would have done something to help her but we didn't know!" It's all such bullshit and I'm so sick of everything. In the past two years, I've lost so many friends to suicide and overdoses and other sudden deaths, I have no social support system, and now apparently I'm ugly. I'm ready to leave this all behind. I don't belong anywhere
I wish I looked as bad as I felt. I wish there was a brain scan I could show my mom to show how bad I am. And when I'm gone my parents will be all like "We didn't know!!! We would have done something to help her but we didn't know!" It's all such bullshit and I'm so sick of everything. In the past two years, I've lost so many friends to suicide and overdoses and other sudden deaths, I have no social support system, and now apparently I'm ugly. I'm ready to leave this all behind. I don't belong anywhere