I look at her facebook everytime i get on. I miss her... She wont talk to me, email me, write me, nothing. Its sad, but she has good reason. The Email. The way i live my life. My "illness"(psh something that is just in my own mind) It just makes me mad that they dont understand. And its just not them it is everyone. They dont understand the stress, the fear of ending up like my mother. Waiting for that day when i'm in my 20's and i finally have that crazy siczo breakdown. Thinking that i am Paris Hilton or something. Then going into the mental hospital, get put on more meds and there terrible sideffects. They just dont understand how scared am i to live. To grow up and become in my 20's. Becoming like my mother. Shes not a bad person at all. She is probably an angel from god. And she is trapped in the mental state of a 10 year old. Its sad. Everytime i look into her eyes i can see how much she hurts. I see her soul deep down tyring to be free, to escape.
She asked me a little bit ago if i would be her gardian if she was found incompitent. Asking her almost 17year old daughter is she will take on the burden of being her praticly mother. Taking care of her money, driving her around places. taking her to doctors appontiments. All that stuff that she did for me when i was little. It hurts it really does. But i do what i have to do. And some of the stuff i do isnt "apporved of" just to get through the day. Like smoking, thoughs ciggerette's were like a anti-depressent in a stick. They were wonderful. But i quit so no more. And now my meds are going to be changed probably again. Right now i am taking 2 anti-depressents, 1 anti-anxetiy, and one anti- phyic med. Plus vintamins and all that jazz.
They just dont understand, but i guess no one ever will. And thats what makes me so angry at the world.
-P.S i love you forever and today- All American Rejects
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