Like I said, I'm never leaving myOtaku. I was "born" here and I'll "die" here too, lol.
Hmmm, but I haven't really posted in quite a while now. So, here we go. Strap in those seat belts. This is gonna be a bumpy ride!
I... am... miserable. I hate to post things like this, but it's true. I'd love to post things saying how great my day was, but I can't. I'm miserable.
Some time last month, I had asked my parents to make an appointment for me to see a psychologist. Why? Because I have serious anger issues. Well, at least when I'm at home I do. Seriously, I get so mad, I break things. But I don't hurt anyone. And I don't break anything that important. But still. I did this for my own benefit. So on the 1st, I got evaluated and blah, blah, blah, I talked with some lady then some man and they said I was very unique, blah, blah, blah. Now they're trying to make a schedule for me. But what I didn't know is that they gave my parents their number just in case I got an "outbreak" before my first appointment. I had to find this out the hard way.
Me and my parents were fighting about something they had once again promised me. I got so mad. They always promise me something but always fail. So I asked them, why do you keep promising me? Why? But they wouldnï¿½ï¿½t answer me. They want me to get pissed. It's so obvious they do it on purpose. I kept asking, why?! Why?! And I just kept asking, begging them to answer me. Of course, they just yelled at me saying they I have some mental illness. By this time, I'm pissed so I start breaking something. I keep screaming, why?! So after some time, I notice my evil fucking (sorry for cussing) sister Naomi recording me!! Jesus Christ! No! I gave her a warning by telling her to put her phone away. Of course, she didn't. So what did I do? I ran up to her and took it, of course! And what happens to me?
Ok, for some reason, my picture won't send from my phone to the pc, but let me tell you. There are scratches all over my cheeks and neck. My lip is busted. Chunks of my hair are missing. And thereï¿½ï¿½s a scratch on my hand. That stupid fucking bitch. What the fuck am I supposed to tell people tomorrow when I go to school? Well anyways, onward with the rest of the story.
So she calls the police saying that I attacked her and that she has it all on tape. Excuse me?! I'm the one with all the fucking marks on me and she says I attacked her?! And when they ask how I'm the one with all the marks and not her, she says it was "self-inflicted." Fucking bullshitter, I hate her.
So now the police are over, along with the people who take mentally ill people to the hospital. Guess who they were there for? No, not my bi-polar sister. But "crazy" ol' me. Greeeat.
So now I'm in the mental hospital with tons of people asking me if I want to kill myself, or if I've ever tried, or if I want to kill someone else. NO! I do not! I don't wanna die. I don't even want my evil sister to die. I just want her to... I just wish she loved me. Honest to God, I do. I don't know why she hates me so much, but it bothers me a lot. I can't sleep at night without getting a horrible nightmare.
But no. I probably have a record on me now. My plans for the future are probably ruined. Who would want to hire a mentally ill person? God, what am I gonna do?
So, anyways. I'm now at y good sister's house. I'll be going to that place I call home later today. God, what am I to do? I can't go back there. I can't.
*sigh* Thanks to those who read this.