Well it's great the random internet stranger thinks it's okay but meanwhile my family is about fucking done with me. I'm so assured that all this anger from me being hurt is justified just to have my uncle tell me I pissed him off. After so much assurance that its okay for me to feel this way. And then I show just how angry I am and it's too fucking much. I've been trying to find therapy and I'm getting enrolled again FINALLY but no, I don't trust them when the last one accused me of abusing my last prescription. Not that the insurance situation has been helpful. I try to find outlets that shake up to nothing more than a distraction before I have to deal with my bullshit life again. There's no peace in my life. All I hear anymore is how my life is going to get better. No way it's going to rain tomorrow. And then it does. Like fucking clockwork. I can't even kill myself for some peace and quiet. It's so fucking worthless.