I struggle with depression, anxiety, no self-esteem, constant loss of people, and a deeply rooted hatred for quite a few people. If you find this interesting, I have a website, lightisrecovery.weebly.com, or you can just start reading, learn more about me.
I’ve done some things in my past that I’m not so proud of, but my mother literally has no trust in me.
I’m in my friends dorm and she told me to snapchat her and doesn’t believe that I’m there because I have my pillow with me. Wtf? Why the fuck would I lie about that?