December 2011
588 posts
I'm sick of the shit I have to go through.
I have a disease. Not a normal disease. Not a virus. Not a bug. It’s a mental illness.
I have OCD. Anxiety. Depression.
I get enough shit from my friends for it. I get made fun of a lot. But I refuse to sit there and let my mom make fun of me for it. Call me weak. Call me a “fucking baby.” Because this is my home. I should feel safe. I should feel loved. And I shouldn’t...
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