Today has been a disaster. I was driving with my dad and we got close to a semi truck. I'm still learning to drive and all but he said out loud "I don't know if you value your life but I value mine." knowing that I've done bad things to myself.
Later on, one of my "friends" if I'm that to him, dedicated part of his book here on Wattpad to me and I just about broke. For the last few days, he's been claiming that I'm not a true friend and that I don't care so I should stop pretending like I do. I do care about him but he's difficult to be around and he gets all depressive. I cannot handle the depressiveness of him. It's too much for me because I know that I'll slip back into old habits. I DON'T want that.
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RandomI've never been good at keeping things down in a place that isn't the dark chaotic messy place that I call my mind. I guess...you'll know how I feel now.
