Welp guys.
Just.
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My mom decided that it was a good idea to put me in this little box and not let me out(figuratively .3.) unless I do what she says how she says as soon as she says it. Meaning I can't see Deemer, come on here, go out, or do anything but breathe if I don't do things she thinks I "need" to do. Like go to the councilors, or go to church, or even just go out to eat or some little crap like that.
Today I have to go to my councilors, and honestly, Saturday I slept here
[link] and it was way too cold so I got a really bad cold, possibly a sinus infection so I'm too sick and achy to do anything but sit here ;~;
And besides, my councilor does nothing for me. Literally, nothing. I never feel better after, I never get any satisfaction out of it, and honestly it just leaves me tired and frustrated, and feeling like I need to throw a huge, expensive vase at a wall.
So really, councilors don't help me. Deemer helps me more than any person ever could. Literally, since I've met him, I've been happier, healthier, and calmer than I've ever been with 5 different councilors over like, 4 years or so.
The same with you guys. I could tell you guys way more than I could tell anyone else. So :I
(EDIT) Well.
Looks like I'll be gone for the week from everything.
dA.
Tumblr.
Anything.
I can play your games too, mom.