I thought I was getting better... But I'm not. I'm really not. I thought this part of my life was over a while ago, and in a sense it is, but I can't help feeling like this.
I wish there was someone who could help. But no one really understands it, they just get freaked. And the only person who really can come close to understanding is someone I don't want to talk to about anything.
Great. My mum is drunk for the second time today. I came back from Jack's at 2pm and she was really drunk, she then went to sleep. And I just went through to ask her to make dinner, and she can't even walk she's so out of it.
I want everything to be okay, but it won't be.
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