im fine besides parents locking my phone and making me feel like shit again cause i 'cant be trusted'. i threw my phone, like i always do with useless items that bring stress, throw them and cry.

yeah.and i went upstairs and what do you know , mom made it worse. 'you going upstairs to pout?' NO MOM IM GOING UPSTAIRS TO TALK TO ACTUAL GOOD PEOPLE

if i could i would too. but i must try to not un-alive :,)