screamtobeheard
December 28th, 2011, 06:46 PM
I don't know what day it is, but this has all been going on since Christmas.
On Christmas, my mom got angry at me because I asked her if I could go to my boyfriend's house for a little bit. He was spending a lot of time with us that day, and his mom actually wanted to see me, and it wouldn't be too much time. Just a little. I waited to ask her, because I was trying to figure out her plans for the day, but apparently that was a bad idea because she was incredibly angry. I also said I might give my boyfriend his gift at his house, but I ended up giving it to him when he was with us. So apparently she was upset about that as well.
I understand that she was upset, but she didn't speak to me since Christmas until today. I think it's been two or three days? I'm not really sure, nor do I really care. The things she said on Christmas were terrible. She told my dad, "she can get pregnant and ruin her life like her cousin did." I don't know why, but that actually really bothered. She also asked me if I was having sex with my boyfriend and I told her no (for the record, I wasn't lying. I'm a virgin.), but she refused to believe me, and screamed at me. And I just kept hearing her say awful, awful things about me to my dad. Like I wasn't there. I went upstairs, and I went in the bathroom, and I broke down. I started crying so hard. I told myself I wouldn't let her get to me, but she does. She's my mom. I want her to like me. I want her to love me. But no. Instead, I get this. I collapsed in front of the mirror, holding onto the sink to keep me somewhat up, and I just had this beautiful picture in my head of myself, bleeding furiously. The sink coated, my face paling. I made my way into my room and laid on the floor, crying some more. Contemplating what I was going to write in my suicide note. Then my dad made me go out, and I kinda pulled myself halfway together.
Since then, I've been randomly breaking down (I do this anyway, but more than usual), and I actually have a clearly drawn out plan for my suicide. I don't want to do anything. I want to sleep. I don't even want to play my guitar. Or sing. Or go on tumblr (I'm the worst addict). Or see my boyfriend. I want to lock myself in my room and not eat ever and sleep and sleep and be alone.
Someone please help me.
On Christmas, my mom got angry at me because I asked her if I could go to my boyfriend's house for a little bit. He was spending a lot of time with us that day, and his mom actually wanted to see me, and it wouldn't be too much time. Just a little. I waited to ask her, because I was trying to figure out her plans for the day, but apparently that was a bad idea because she was incredibly angry. I also said I might give my boyfriend his gift at his house, but I ended up giving it to him when he was with us. So apparently she was upset about that as well.
I understand that she was upset, but she didn't speak to me since Christmas until today. I think it's been two or three days? I'm not really sure, nor do I really care. The things she said on Christmas were terrible. She told my dad, "she can get pregnant and ruin her life like her cousin did." I don't know why, but that actually really bothered. She also asked me if I was having sex with my boyfriend and I told her no (for the record, I wasn't lying. I'm a virgin.), but she refused to believe me, and screamed at me. And I just kept hearing her say awful, awful things about me to my dad. Like I wasn't there. I went upstairs, and I went in the bathroom, and I broke down. I started crying so hard. I told myself I wouldn't let her get to me, but she does. She's my mom. I want her to like me. I want her to love me. But no. Instead, I get this. I collapsed in front of the mirror, holding onto the sink to keep me somewhat up, and I just had this beautiful picture in my head of myself, bleeding furiously. The sink coated, my face paling. I made my way into my room and laid on the floor, crying some more. Contemplating what I was going to write in my suicide note. Then my dad made me go out, and I kinda pulled myself halfway together.
Since then, I've been randomly breaking down (I do this anyway, but more than usual), and I actually have a clearly drawn out plan for my suicide. I don't want to do anything. I want to sleep. I don't even want to play my guitar. Or sing. Or go on tumblr (I'm the worst addict). Or see my boyfriend. I want to lock myself in my room and not eat ever and sleep and sleep and be alone.
Someone please help me.