Dec 19, 2011
All I said was, nothing. Nothing would change how I feel towards others. Nothing would change how I act towards others either. I wish they would understand that without people to talk to, it's hard to be happy. Hard to be able to believe in the things that you Think would help. Nothing wouldn't help til my step mom confessed.
She confessed that I scare her, that I scare her that I don't talk. I don't like talking to people who yelled at me for doing things in my past that I regret. I hate it. My step mom knew better than to cross my line because if she did, she would get hit. Not the kind of kiddish hit, but the hard on bruise making kind of hit. She crossed the line before and did nothing but cry. I didn't try to. Honest. Try to change me, it might work you wouldn't know it. Well she talked to me about my real mom and how she isn't here that I can't talk to her about certain stuff and all that other divorce stuff. I felt like crying so I kept my head low and focused on the computer looking at nothing, pretending to type something when I wasn't. Nothing. I mean nothing could change how I feel.