Hearing “I’m not mad, I’m disapointed” is the worst. I’m sorry I’m not your perfect daughter. I’m sorry I can’t be happy. I’m sorry you have to waste your time on a hopeless kid like me. I love you, mom.
Anonymous asked: "I'm fine" is the famous lie. I'm not going to watch you reblog all this stuff like pills and suicide. I'm going to keep bothering you until you talk to me and tell me what is wrong. Don't feel helpless because I am trying to help. If you don't want to talk it over tumblr, we can talk somewhere else.