Just got into another fight with Mom over my guinea pig.
She's threatening to take her back to the store because I didn't put a towel around her when I brought her downstairs and she pooped once in the bathroom.
You didn't even tell me that I HAD to keep her in a towel 24/7 downstairs until yesterday. So yes, this is the first time I didn't do this since you told me to.
And no, I don't do whatever I want, whenever I want to. And I don't choose not to listen. It's NOT all about me.
You know how bad it makes me feel when you say those kinds of words to me. It feels like getting stabbed with a knife because I'm struggling with a depression as it is. This makes it worse and if there's any sharp objects around, Lord help me. I already have the urge to take a knife and take this frustration/sadness out on my wrist.
If only you knew what this does to me. I can be the happiest person on earth, but when you say these things, just... no.
Please. Don't.
You have no idea how much self control this takes. I'm already crying my eyes out as it is.
Oh, and I almost forgot, she's decided to not talk to me and is ignoring me because I didn't say much but a few words when I was getting yelled at because talking only makes it worse. But, whatever. Don't talk to me... Not that I was planning to spend the rest of the night with you. I'll just stay here locked up in my room with no one to talk to.