I finally found something im passionate about, something that keeps me sane, keeps the bad thought away. i found something in gardening that put me at peace. gave me the motivation to wake up and look forward to something. some may not understand this, but it is my therapy. and today my father said, “you tell us every time theres a new leaf, every little thing.” and to me that was a real big slap in the face with a “we dont care, shut up.” I dont understand why cant anyone just be happy for me. all day i sit there and i listen to everything everyone has to say, about their day, about god damn politics. and i sit there and i listen, i try my best to engage in a conversation. but when it comes to me loving, caring, being happy and passionate about something im just annoying and it doesnt matter. every time i open my mouth i can just see how annoyed everyone gets, and sometimes they even talk over me. ive been at my lowest point of my life and no one has noticed. i guess its a good thing they dont notice so they wont ship me off to a mental hospital. but still, cant you just ask im okay for once? i told my mom i lost 6 plus pounds in a week and all she said was, “well you havent been eating.” well, thanks im glad you noticed that much. but cant even noticed why. especially when i normally do eat a lot. they just dont care. and i guess i shouldnt either.