Post by xxbetsaidaxx on Feb 14, 2009 0:22:59 GMT -5
i feel like writing in here...
i haven't been online the last few days because i've been sleeping a lot, it was the only way i could keep from thinking about bad stuff...
i found out we're losing the house last monday (i overheard my stepdad and his brother talking about it) and i didn't know what to do or how to feel about it, i had no clue about the whole house situation before that day because my mom "didn't want me to worry about it" i tried being mad at her for it but i couldn't because i figured she was already dealing with enough crap and didn't need anymore from me so i just avoided everyone and stayed in my room...
on tuesday we had a sort of family meeting (my sister had to literally drag me out of bed and into the living room for it) and they just talked about where we should move, i didn't really say anything because i didn't want to care, but then my mom said that this was the perfect opportunity to start from scratch and move to texas (she's been wanting to move to texas for a few years now because one of her friends moved there) then i started breathing REALLY hard, so hard that my mom thought i was having an asthma attack, which is weird cause i don't even have asthma, i couldn't really talk but i guessed they figured i was trying to say "we can't" or something, after about five i could breathe again and i told them that they couldn't do that to me, not again, i was about to graduate in a few months, my mom took me into the kitchen and tried to calm me down (i guess i was still not back to normal or whatever) she kept telling me how much better things would be in texas and that she'd make sure i didn't get behind in my classes and a bunch of stuff i can't remember, i knew she wouldn't listen to anything i said unless i said something really worrying, so i said i would kill myself -i would never kill myself over moving, i would just refuse to go stay at someone's house or something, but my mom would never believe that, I don't know why she can believe that "her little girl" would kill herself but she can't believe i would leave her and go live with a guy- anyway that caught her attention and she told me we would get a house close-by so i could still go to the same HS, i said thanks and went back to sleep...
she found a house a few blocks away from here and she said it's really big and there's a room without carpet (i've been asking her if i could get rid of the carpet in my room for ages), she filled all the paperwork and stuff and we're moving there next friday... she's been watching me all the time since i mentioned suicide, i guess i confirmed what my stupid psychologist told her about my nightmares being a manifestation of my suicidal thoughts or however he put it i don't remember, i'm sure she's going to put me back on lexapro like he's been suggesting , i won't take it of course but it still sucks... at least we're not moving far, i really could not have dealt with another change of school and all the crap that comes with it, i've been through it enough times already
anyway i think i'm going to stop avoiding stuff and be back to my usual happy and hyper self
i haven't been online the last few days because i've been sleeping a lot, it was the only way i could keep from thinking about bad stuff...
i found out we're losing the house last monday (i overheard my stepdad and his brother talking about it) and i didn't know what to do or how to feel about it, i had no clue about the whole house situation before that day because my mom "didn't want me to worry about it" i tried being mad at her for it but i couldn't because i figured she was already dealing with enough crap and didn't need anymore from me so i just avoided everyone and stayed in my room...
on tuesday we had a sort of family meeting (my sister had to literally drag me out of bed and into the living room for it) and they just talked about where we should move, i didn't really say anything because i didn't want to care, but then my mom said that this was the perfect opportunity to start from scratch and move to texas (she's been wanting to move to texas for a few years now because one of her friends moved there) then i started breathing REALLY hard, so hard that my mom thought i was having an asthma attack, which is weird cause i don't even have asthma, i couldn't really talk but i guessed they figured i was trying to say "we can't" or something, after about five i could breathe again and i told them that they couldn't do that to me, not again, i was about to graduate in a few months, my mom took me into the kitchen and tried to calm me down (i guess i was still not back to normal or whatever) she kept telling me how much better things would be in texas and that she'd make sure i didn't get behind in my classes and a bunch of stuff i can't remember, i knew she wouldn't listen to anything i said unless i said something really worrying, so i said i would kill myself -i would never kill myself over moving, i would just refuse to go stay at someone's house or something, but my mom would never believe that, I don't know why she can believe that "her little girl" would kill herself but she can't believe i would leave her and go live with a guy- anyway that caught her attention and she told me we would get a house close-by so i could still go to the same HS, i said thanks and went back to sleep...
she found a house a few blocks away from here and she said it's really big and there's a room without carpet (i've been asking her if i could get rid of the carpet in my room for ages), she filled all the paperwork and stuff and we're moving there next friday... she's been watching me all the time since i mentioned suicide, i guess i confirmed what my stupid psychologist told her about my nightmares being a manifestation of my suicidal thoughts or however he put it i don't remember, i'm sure she's going to put me back on lexapro like he's been suggesting , i won't take it of course but it still sucks... at least we're not moving far, i really could not have dealt with another change of school and all the crap that comes with it, i've been through it enough times already
anyway i think i'm going to stop avoiding stuff and be back to my usual happy and hyper self