Ten minutes ago I was sound asleep after having cried all night before. It’s 11am and I fell asleep around 9 or 10am. I woke to my mother screaming at me at the top of her lungs and slamming doors and everything then going into my room (it’s too hot for me to sleep in there) and yelling asking for a brush??? Then she starts screaming about how it’s terrible in my room and I shouldn’t have any trash (water bottles scattered everywhere is all) and is yelling at me at the top of her lungs to clean it all up today because she’s “sick of it”. Once I have her her brush she just went on the phone and smiled and asked the foster mom with my nephew if her daughter wanted any gifts(???) after she just got done screaming at me. I’m practically her emotional punching bag. I’d honestly prefer it if she actually hit me instead. In my head, that lasts a lot less longer than her screaming.
I wrote a note this morning describing my depression and why I think I have it to her this morning and she never got around to reading it. Figures… I don’t know why I even wrote it. Not like she’d ever give a fuck about me… So I crumbled it up and now i’m probably going to burn it. I don’t know why i’m saying all of this here but I was crying my head off and talking to myself and I didn’t know what else to do so here I am. Thanks for reading this stupid stupid thing I guess…