The horrible thing about a possible nervous breakdown is that you get upset about dumb things. Like take five minutes ago for example...

Mom and A-ron came home with food and A-ron refused to help me put a million groceries away. Like usual. He had a very importantcouldn'twaitmeeting in the shower. So I put the groceries away and I developed a headache and I put the bread in the drawer and mom got all weird because we had three bags with just bread butts in them and she made me go through the useless task of putting them all in one bag. And she wouldn't let me talk about what happened today with Gwen in chemistry. It wasn't that exciting, but she just walked outside. And then I was done with the bread and I was trying to read and she comes in and yells at me because I didn't throw the bread bags away and because I didn't put the meat away. So I yelled at her and she yelled at me and I went to my room and didn't slam the door pretended I'm dramatic and curled up in a ball and didn't cry. And then I could hear her talking to me about normal unangry things out in the kitchen so I plugged my ears, so she came to my door and told me I shouldn't get upset about stuff like that and blah blah blah

Right now I don't reallly like myself.

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