My mom is trying to send me away to an RTC now, if anyone saw my last blog post, you'll know why I hate her. But during my last therapy session, my whore of a mother followed me into the room and started talking about how I don't love her because she doesn't enable me. How I'm some sort of monster because I wanted to hurt myself and was having homicidal thoughts. She called the fucking cops on me, but of course, the cops didn't do shit because I didn't fucking do anything. I can't go back to the psych ward, nevertheless an RTC. I am going to kill myself the night before it happens.
I cannot live with that, not again. I cannot allow myself to be tortured and poked and prodded at for the rest of my life. I am never going to escape the system. I am never going to get out. I can't do this anymore. This might be my last post. I love you all, and thank you for the kind words you all have shared with me to keep me going. I'm sorry.
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