I've left the girl I was supposed to be

[axeslade]

So, lunch with grandmother tomorrow.

Joy.

*sigh*Apparently, I've been a snarky bitch to my mother the past few days. I wasn't aware of it. And she's mad because of it.

Gee, did it ever occur to her to wonder why I got snarky for seemingly no reason?

It probably wouldn't bother me if she hadn't admitted numerous times that she sees the funks, but ignores them.

Sometimes, I'm not sure if even mutilating my breasts (like I want to every. damn. night.) would make her realize I'm in pain.


I'd never do it. Don't worry. I fear severing something that shouldn't be severed. And my upper arm strength it such shit, I doubt I'd draw blood.

I'm just so tired of screaming and no one hearing.

Well, *someone* hears. Just...not the people who I thought would always listen.