I hate that my dad keeps telling me that im not ok, that im still mentally sick and i dont know how to take care of myself. To be reminded of what happened in the past pisses me off, to be told i have mental issues is worst. Staying in my room crying is going to make me fall in a depression again, so I dont really get his point. Im old enough and Im still going thru issues of a 14 year old (maybe even younger), i wish I had my office job back and I would move out and loose any kind of communication with these people that bring me down. fuck this saturday night.
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