so I’m sitting here thinkin bout my time in that fuckin mental hospital. Whyd the cops have to show the fuck up? I guess I wouldn’t be here right now if they hadn’t but that was my plan.. to not be here. Yet here I am on my bed holdin a lighter and my rosaries wondering where this so called “god” has been my whole life. My brother..abusive autistic and everything else. 18 been takin care of him all my life. My mom.. physically and mentally sick, shes crazy to be nice. My dad..abusive alcoholic rarely ever seen. my friends what can I say? Their always high! XD fuck em. I kinda just wanna take these pills and sleep for a long time, but maybe I shouldn’t try doing that again, the hospital sucks ass haha ohhh well I’m just blabberin n burnin. Possibly poppin. Yeaa pceee <3
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Ohgawd. I can COMPLETELY relate to you in the crazy mom/abusive and autistic bother part. :/ Had to deal with the bastard my whole life. Finally he fucking moved into a home… -_- It’s… Horrible…
That’s what my parents wanna do with him:/ would he be better off do you think? Aha just from your opinion
Yes,,, he hasn’t really had more than 1 freak out since he was there. :/ I don’t feel guilty not missing him either.
I’m gna tell my parents to get him the he’ll outta here he’s just making me miserable :/ thank you for your help 🙂