I can’t even begin to explain the amount of hurt and pain I feel right now. I can’t keep fighting the world every second of everyday. I’m trying so hard to stay about water and keep from drowning and I feel like someone just looked at me and left instead of grabbing my hand. I was right, every time I start to get comfortable, the rug gets pulled out from under me and I have to try to rebuild myself and start over. Everyone thinks I can be this rock and always be put on the side and only used when someone wants me. Its not fair. Stop always reminding me I am just a lost puppy. I can’t handle being broke over and over again. Give me a straight black and white answer, not the shit you keep giving me. Guess what. My entire world is crashing just like yours except nobody cares about me since i’m just a lost puppy. I never really matter to anyone. I get taken in and then they see how much responsibility it is to have a puppy and then no longer want me. Screw you for hurting me as much as you saved me. Thanks for constant pain everyday. I shouldn’t have come in the first place because there was no way you were actually gonna help me. Don’t tell me that my parents are taking advantage of me when you are doing the same thing. I let you in and you destroyed me. I should have known better. Everyone will hurt me so I shouldn’t have let myself get comfortable. This is my own fault. Now I’m just alone. I had one place, my house, and I thought I was better than that and now I have fucked up everything. I have never felt safe and I started to and instead you took everything you could. Fuck you parents and cousins for hurting me my entire life and not even being willing to admit it, I hate that you made me feel worthless every single day and always made me feel like one big disappointment. You knew everything going on and you did nothing. You say you will always support me but, what about now? Oh wait..I’m too much of a failure and disappointment for you to actually want me. Sorry I wasn’t perfect for you and now you are stuck with me and can’t figure out where you went wrong. You made me feel bad and never did anything to help. You didn’t care but continued trying to look like some kind of perfect family with no drama where everything is perfectly okay. Do you ever actually say the truth and pain behind this shit or just ask like you don’t understand all of these conversations. Now for you lovely cousins, you can go fuck yourselves too. You though I am now a huge disappointment for not going home on fathers day and who knows, maybe I am, but you have no right to say anything to be because you fucked up worse than me and I should be some kind of wonderful person. For my second parents, I love you both but I’m so pissed at you right now. You knew I needed you and you left me with nothing and had to go focus on something else like I wasn’t even there. If you told me something came up and that you needed to deal with right then, then im fine and cool with that. In stead you all just made me feel like I don’t even matter and I guess that really is your issue.

I kept falling asleep while writing that last part. I guess there are a lot of tings just making me frustrated with the world. I feel like nobody truly cares about me and feeling like that non stop just kind of hurts and leaved an impression. I don’t know how to describe feeling empty in a room full of people. I don’t even know how to express emotions at this point and I have been an emotional person all of my life. I think the worst part is that I know I have all of these emotions and feel them on the inside, but, on the outside, i’m completely numb. What hurts more is knowing certain people in my life can easily see past the numb and they see whats actually going on, but are choosing to only seat from their point of view without considering my feelings. How is that fair? I understand we all have our own struggles in our own lives, but that doesn’t make it okay to then just take your feelings out on the other person, especially when it involves something really personal. Destroying my feelings about my dad dying and completely invalidating all of my emotions hurts so much, especially considering I only come to you for a little support, even as small as a hug, instead you completely crushed my feelings and then decided it would be fun to make it a big deal about what I eat when you know I struggle with food a lot. Honestly, I am being sent into such a depression state at this point that I don’t even know if anyone could pull me out. I understand all off the pain you are going through right now. All of that pain and hurt and anger is valid. I always do my best to be here for you and usually you at least make an effort to listen and support me too. These past few days have been beyond painful for me, and this is the time you have basically just left me on my own and even made things a little worse. I just needed your support and I got none. I forgot how much it hurt when it felt like my entire world is just crushing me. I don’t even know if anyone actually cares about my feelings at this point. What did I do wrong to deserve this? Someone please tell me so then maybe I won’t feel so lost and broken in this world right now. With all of this going on I am starting to question whether or not I actually made the right decision or not. I think I did but either way I have reached the point that I can’t turn back even if I want to. I hope I haven’t really fucked up because I don’t know if I could come back from this if it all turns bad. I would be lying if I said I haven’t really though I wished I could just end my life. Im not saying that I plan to act on it, because I don’t. However, part of me wishes I could. Maybe then all of this hurt and pain would stop. Im not sure how many people would even care at this point. Im just this invisible speck. As you can probably tell through my writing, i’m numb. Its weird how being numb can hurt. I just want all of it to stop. It all really hurts and I just want the pain to stop in whatever way… “the end”

I feel like i’m crying out for help yet nobody hears me. The things is nobody can or will read this. This doesn’t matter, none of this matters. I don’t even matter so who am I kidding. I deserve everything Im getting right now.


Last night I had a lot on my mind even though I didn’t write much. I was really struggling last night and I admit I was kind of worried. Talking to Jeff helped but, it didn’t at the same time. He tried, that I admit. Our life situations have been very different and sometimes it makes it hard to relate. He doesn’t really understand my point of view when I get upset about situations with my family. To me its a lot more that just going back and forth between my two families.

(My stomach hurts so bad right now and I honestly kind of feel like i’m going to be sick or faint. Im so dizzy and I went to the bathroom hoping that would help but, it almost made me more sick.

Im also gonna talk to Abbey soon and i’m really anxious about it. Like I know I need to but, I’m just worried about such a big change especially when I don’t feel well. I don’t know if its really gonna be this hard or if I’m overthinking it. I know majority of the time I overthink but, with this I’m not sure. I am worried about not having enough structure and falling back.

Wow. I really don’t feel good right now. Probably because I haven’t ate anything in almost 24 hours now. Im pushing my body over and over but eventually I know my body is going to break. Especially now when I really don’t feel good because I keep pushing myself physically and emotionally repeatedly. I’m scared about breaking.

Tomorrow is my last day!)

I feel so exhausted yet I don’t stop or slow down. Im doing this with everything in my life. I always think I can do some amazing thing when in reality i’m only human.


I wanted to write last night but, it was a very rough night so I took my meds and slept. As usual, I was suicidal however, this time there was a cause. I think I already wrote about the decision I made to move in with the Vicari’s. I thought over this many times and it was not an easy decision to make. I wrote about the drama that happened at Olive Garden. I was beyond upset about that and finally decided to do a pro con list for moving out and one for staying home (6/10/18). For both I had some long lists. Many of my cons for staying home were pros for moving out. I discussed it with Jeff and Kristy and she asked what a home is to me. I said, “Feeling safe, being bale to be me safely, and feeling heard, not invisible, feeling loved, feeling wanted.”. I then put a star next to everything I listed that involved one or more of those three things. Almost all of the cons for staying home were stared and all of the pros for moving out had a star. That list basically made my mind up for me. I really wanted to tell my family this week but, I wanted to tell my cousins first. I ended up going to their house last night and was hoping they would be somewhat supportive but, they weren’t. Honestly, they were the exact opposite of supportive, they might as well said “Fuck you”. I honestly feel like the entire world is against me. Like I have so little hope at this point and I have no clue whether I will get it back at this point or not. I look back at yesterday with straight frustration, not anger. I am more hurt than anything. My family should be supporting me and they are doing everything except that. They don’t understand how much they are hurting me, I don’t even feel a point in living at this point. Is there a point anymore? I have so few people who support me right now and I feel as if someone just came and took one of the only things I had left. Will I have anything left at the end of this?  I always make jokes that I am like a lost puppy except, its not a joke. I am literally being shown that my parents have control over me and I feel like they think they have control over my entire life even though I am 10. They always have a say in everything and I feel like my opinion is completely ignored at this point. I don’t even fucking matter so why am I even trying anymore, there is no point. I am worthless in every way and when I finally try to gain some worth, its all taken away. I honestly just want to cut. I don’t give a fuck anymore. It would be easier to kill myself but, I just wish there was a way to end my life without dying. Like a reset button. Right now that reset button is a blade and/or pills. It would be so much easier for me but I don’t want to hurt the few people I still care about and that care about me. Im tired except nobody will let me take a nap when thats the only thing I want now. I want to take a nap to escape all of the hurt and pain I deal with every single day. This nap is called suicide which feels like a strange name for a nap but, for some reason, everyone is against this type of nap. I can’t even power nap because everyone calls it self harm when I just see it as a small break from everything. I guess we’re just expected to stay up all day and night without needing a break or getting any sleep. Somehow I watch as everyone around me is able to do this yet no matter how hard I try it just never fits. What is wrong with me that everyone else is able to get through this but I sit over here too weak and worthless to play and yet, I’m still not allowed to nap or take anything breaks. I feel like I’m being punished for something I didn’t do but ya know, everything is my fault. I am really tired and nobody is trying to help keep me awake anymore. There is no point in fighting this dumb battle all day and night when I never signed up for it in the first place. I never asked for anything except for a little bit of help staying awake, and they took that away the second she didn’t get what she wanted. I wish I would get into a car accident without anyone other than me getting hurt. I don’t want them to get hurt, only me. I just want it all to end quickly and for others to not know it was my choice. I don’t want them to think any of it is their fault even if it is. They are still alive so they might as week keep their perfect self image they have right now just without me. It will hurt them but, they will eventually get over it and I won’t matter at all because it was “tragic” but, only if someone else kills me. If I kill myself them my family will blame themselves and there will be people who shame them so its just easier if they don’t really know what happened. Unless I am allowed too, self harm is all I have that can release it, but nobody will let me do that because that again would hurt their perfect self image.


Pretty much no matter what I do, I always disappoint myself. I can’t say I haven’t been semi-disappointed in myself with coming to the decision to move out. I love my parents but, I need a different kind of support right now that I need from my second family. For me, this is what putting myself first looks like, even though it might be hard for others. I shouldn’t feel like I’m in a daily battle against my family, I should feel like my family is supporting me in every way. I wish my family could/would understand why I am so hurt by them and why I don’t really want anything to do with them right now. Honestly, Its not eventually their fault, I’m just not ready to forgive them yet for everything in the past when they refuse to even talk about it or admit it happened. I feel like I’m fighting this battle all on my own and I shouldn’t feel like that. I always put my mom’s feelings before my own and while sometimes that might be the right thing to do, not all day everyday. I am my own person and I should be able to treat myself like one. I have set my decision in stone for this reason. If I don’t then I know my decision will change because of my mom’s feelings. I know she is really hurt by this and I don’t want to put her through this at all, but I need this for myself even if she doesn’t agree with it and it possibly hurting her. I main thing stopping me from already telling my mom is that Jack is still in his current room and hasn’t moved yet and we also don’t know what is currently going on with my dad. I know this is technically putting other’s feelings before my own but, if my dad is going to get really sick again or pass away, the I would rather stay at home and spend as much time with him as I can. I think right now that is one of the only reasons I might change my decision to move out. I am always just overthinking my decision to move out. Change is really hard for me and right now I am the one choosing to make the change. I guess the best I can do is plan for how I want to pack, how I want my room laid out. I love lookin gat Pinterest so it could be calming like writing.

No. I’m sorry…. Im not sorry

6/10/18 pt.2

I don’t really know how to start this page other than I have slept around 13 hours and I woke up wanting to cut so bad I still haven’t been able to move off the couch. I texted Jeff asking him to move the knife I know I would use, except I don’t think he did which makes me kind of upset. I know I need to learn how to handle the pain instead of running away from it but, when I ask for support like that, sometimes I really need it. I feel like my ask for help was just ignore.



Staying Home


  • Staying in my dream room
  • Will be home if there was a emergency
  • More time with Dad
  • Less hurt on my family
  • Physically closer to family
  • More quiet*
  • Still with pumpkin
  • No major change
  • No feeling obligated to do anything


  • Tention between me and my parents*
  • Less freedom
  • Less privacy
  • Feeling like I can’t be myself*
  • Cant be completely open about everything*
  • Longer drive to school
  • Feeling like I don’t belong*
  • More triggers/constant reminders
  • Less support*
  • Less feelings of safety*


Moving out


  • Feeling safe in general*
  • Feeling safe when wanting to SH or suicidal*
  • Being able to be myself*
  • Feeling like I have more freedom
  • Soending time with my parents because I want to not have to*
  • Earning money over the summer
  • More to do
  • Feeling ‘welcome’ in the entire house*
  • More privacy
  • My voice being heard and matters*
  • Quicker drive to school
  • Explore who I am without pressure from family*


  • Less time on my own
  • Different room/space
  • Not being home if there is an emergency
  • Less time with my dad
  • Might hurt my family’s feelings
  • A lot of effort on moving
  • Overall big change
  • Pumpkin
  • More chaos
  • Feeling like I am lost

What comes to your mind when you think of “What makes a home, a home?” Top 3:

1.Feeling Safe

2.Being able to be me

3. Feeling like im not invisible, being heard, feeling wanted, feeling loved.

Put a * next to each item listed that is a core value.


I keep trying to grow as a person as I get older and every day it gets a little harder. I want to do the right thing for not only myself but others too. I know I can’t please everyone but, right now i’m not pleasing anyone. I feel like I am completely alone while being surrounded by everyone. I want there to be a. exact answer to all of this and I don’t think there ever will be. I just want to be happy and I keep trying my best to be, and no matter how hard I try, its never good enough. Im never good enough. I don’t really know if I will ever be good enough or happy enough for myself.

I got in a fight with my mom two days ago. It was really frustration to be honest, I love my mom and its really hard fighting with her like this. I was at home almost asleep on the couch when my parents both walked in which was a surprise since my mom was supposed to be at work. My dad sat in his chair in the living room and my mom walked in with mcdonalds. My dad said something about goin g to the hospital and not feeling well but, before I could ask any questions my mom asked if I wanted to sit in the kitchen with her and share a ice cream Sunday she go. I said sure so I went into the kitchen with a ll of my colored pencils so I could color code them. After sitting there for a couple minutes, she said that dad was in a lot of pain and was really worried that he was in so much pain again so quickly. Evidently after calling the doctor they were worried it could have been related to his heart issues (he had a heart attack and almost died my freshman year of high school). They went to see one of his hear doctors about his cancer in Woodstock hospital. He said it wasn’t most likely related to a major issue so he raised my dads pain meds by double and sent him home. Thats why my mom had came home from work. A few minutes after we stopped talking about my dad, I asked if she would rather meet Jeff and Kristy at their house or at restaurant. The tone of her voice changed completely and she said she hadn’t;t really thought about seeing them even though I had brought it up many times. I just said it was okay and she could tell me when she was ready. She quickly got defensive and said she was still mad at them for me staying at their house the night before. I corrected her and told her it was my decision to stay there and no one else’s. After that we got into what I would say was a one sided argument. At some point I brought up (jokingly) about moving out and she got really mad and lashed out at me. I guess thats the difference between me and my mom, she is very emotional when it comes to fights, whereas I am more political. Its hard to be so different than my mom. We constantly fight over everything. After I brought up moving out, our argument just kept getting worse. She kept trying to blame and bash them and was clearly getting frustrated that I kept sticking up for them and taking all of the blame myself. The thing is, they haven’t done anything wrong so its not like I am taking anyone else blame.My mom just really struggles to see it that way. She said a lot of hurtful things and the majority of these things im choosing not to write down because of how upsetting they were but, by the end of the conversation I got up, grabbed pumpkin (my doggo), and left. My mom called me later and asked where I was. I said I was at the forest preserve but, considering I didn’t come home until midnight, she know thats not really where I was. I went to Jeff and Kristy’s and was beyond frustrated.

That was two days ago. That night I went home and went to my room then, woke up the next day and went back to Jeff and Kristy’s and spent the night. I woke up this morning to a. text from my mom that said, “Do you want to meet me for lunch? I’m at north. We can go to Olive Garden. Dad and I just want you to be happy. If you want 2am every night thats fine. Don’t want fight anymore.” I called her and said I would after I went home to change. I met my mom at the bank then went to Olive Garden together. Ill be honest, I wasn’t really sure what to expect. Looking at it now, I was really hoping it would have went better than it did. It could have been worse but, I just thought Mayne things could chill out for once. My entire life has been never-ending chaos. I just want Calm and to feel like I have a safe place to can call home, and every time I think I might have that it gets taken away. I just want a safe place to land. Basically, going back to what happened with my mom, we got to the restaurant and you could feel the tension. We talked about curfew again for a couple of minutes and that almost set the conversation up for failure. We both settled on 2am as the time to be home and to tell them if I would be home or not. My mom apologized for making me feel like she is constantly giving me a guilt trip. I was glad she apologized but, I knew part of her wasn’t really sorry. She kept trying to make it seem like I have no control because Jeff and Kristy are taking advantage of me because I am 20 and vulnerable. I kept trying to stick up for myself against my mom and I don’t think she actually understood me. She always makes me feeling like I have no real say in what is going on. She says she understands my point of view too but, it feels like it almost does her way or the highway. She wouldn’t listen to a word I said anytime we talking about me moving. I held my own the entire time though, which I had a hard time doing. She was so closed minded and I tried so hard to get in her head enough for her to see past me just being her daughter but, I don’t think I ever really got through to her. She is really concerned about me going back and doing well in school without any responsibilities. She says she knows I am a 20 year old in college and responsible, but she doesn’t act like she understands it. She can only see me as her little girl, not a person who deserves to make her own decisions and choose her freedom. I feel like I am small and invisible yet under a magnified glass all the time. She brought up dad again and said she is really worried and I should be spending time with him while I still can. I got really upset at this part because this was when my mom started tearing up.  I don’t want to lose my dad and I know my mom and I will both be so hurt when/if something happens. Although this isn’t the part that made me upset the most, When we left and were back to my car I got out and my mom started really crying and begged me not to move out over and over and reminded me how much she really needs me right now, at least just living at home. I so badly don’t want to hurt my mom and I love her so much, but I feel like im trapped living at home with my parents. My mom just kept crying and hugged me and I felt /feel so bad for putting her through this. I know not all of it is my fault but, I still blame myself some. I know I can see this as just another way she is taking advantage of/guilting but, but it isn’t like that this time.  I think my mom is really hurt my everything we have been fighting over and what I have put her through. I can’t do this to her, I can’t do this at all. I seriously just want this and everything to just stop. Please make it stop. My mom said so many hurtful things at lunch and then for her to cry just put me through so many emotions. Im just really, really hurt and want to feel like I belong somewhere and am really loved and cared for. I want/wish I could just have a mom that understands me and sees me as I am, not the person I am supposed to be. I want a mom who would have hugged me as I cried, and would just give me physical affection the way a daughter deserved. I am really hurt after what happened today. Part of me thinks I could burst into pears, part of me wants to self harm, and part of me wants to go completely silent. I wish I could do all of these things right now. I just wish I could change everything and start a new life because I am so alone in this world and I wish I could be saved but, I can’t be. Who am I? Where am I? Im so very sorry. I just really wish everything would stop for a while. I wish I could be truly open. I want to feel safe.