endometriosis, fibromyalgia, IBS, chronic pain stress, frustration, and an ounce of hope.this sums me up, if any further questions; ask me about it. ♥
What do they expect of me. I’m human, usually sick. I can’t go to school everyday because I’m in pain. Excuse me but I’m no superhero, I’m usually wishing for one. I’m not as strong as them. I’m not perfect. So stop beating me down for it because I’m on edge. No wonder why I’m depressed, a soon to be stoner and a future suicide case. Give me a break because I’m trying and that’s enough stress on me. Back the fuck off.
she doesn’t believe me. that I’m depressed. she ranted on how its most likely because of vitamin defincencies and all this nutritional mumbo jumbo. she continued to rant about how i had a good life and how i needed to count my blessings, and that our family was decent.i hate my parents because they are so quick to judge, homophobic and tools. i dont feel safe in my own home because I’m afraid of them and i know they wont except me. so until they believe i really have something to be upset about, they’ll be dropping pills down my throught until i cough up a smile.
