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qwoshins:

qwoshins:

Hey guys my emotionally abusive mom is about to pull me out of school and kick me out of the house, so I might need a place to temporarily crash this summer, just until I can get a job and save up a little money.  If you live in the DC/Maryland area, or just somewhere along the east coast, could you maybe message me?   

Also, if you don’t could you please reblog this so it gets around?

Why can’t I just be happy? And not want to sleep all the time and not have trouble breathing at night. Don’t be a bother don’t be a bother don’t be a bother. That’s what my mind tells me. Don’t be a bother. You’re fine. You’re overreacting. Meanwhile I feel like I’m self destructing. Don’t be a bother. They’ll just leave again. You are annoying and cynical. Nobody wants you. Nobody stays. Don’t be a bother. An inconvenience. A stress induced whirlwind. Control. Don’t cry. Put up the mask. Don’t be a bother. And lie to them that you’re feeling better. It’s my fault. If I had been a better child maybe my father wouldn’t have abused me. Maybe if id been stronger id have more friends and do better in school and be able to work more. Maybe if id been better I wouldn’t have just given sex away so that I felt like someone loved me. My clock is counting down. I’m self destructing. And the part of me that cares is dying fast. Don’t you dare be a bother. Help me. Everything hurts.

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