Can’t even fucking make up my mind. On anything. Do I distance myself from my mom? Am I afraid of her? Do I want to distance my dad? Do I want to be in a relationship? Can I handle one?

I’m a devil worshipper now? I’m addicted to spending money now? I’m part of a cult now? I’m a pathological liar now?

She’s trying to kill every genuine friendship I have. First my neighbor, then Kelsey, now Tresha. Great

I am damaging myself by not allowing myself to leave. I feel like its my fault that I’m having a rough time at home, but I know it isn’t. I know it isn’t. Yet this relationship is killing me. I. Am. Dying. Here. I need to leave, but I am afraid of her. She genuinely scares me. I know she can’t hurt me physically, per say, but she is killing me on the inside.

I got a super cute American Apparel shirt for like ten bucks at a thrift store yesterday. Anddd I got a cute cotton bow blouse, a silk crop top, a sheer fabric floral crop top with a zipper on the back, and a terrifically cute tee with multicolored lightning bolts. All for like thirty dollars total