She just had to do it. But not in front of my mother right. Nothing can replace the anger I'm having, so just %@$#&*(&#@&!#&#@^$*&^@#%$&!#!@*($^@&*$^@!&* !!!!!!!!
I'm really not as bad as you think. This does not mean that I'm learning to be bad or anything, seriously.
ARGH. Please clear your mind.
Now my own mother thinks I have problems. Not any problems, but, mental problems. She says anything I do involve blood. What has that got to do with being mental. Please, I'm not mental. I am normal. I don't understand why I have to be sent to counseling. I don't understand why you have to tell my father. I don't understand a thing.
But still, I'm silently begging, STOP.
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