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I fucking hate them. I so done. I can’t do this. I spend hours on them and their party little problems. Walking them though it step by step putting everything off. And then when I actually let them know that I’m not okay (which I never do) they blow it off and ignore me. Scratched off the skin on my arms. Under 100 pounds and it’s still not enough. I drink everyday, smoke, and cut. And they still don’t care. So screw it. Neither do I.
If anyone actually took the time to read that pathetic out burst, sorry for the spelling mistakes.