I honestly don't even know who I am at this point...
go to the whole I'M KILLING EVERYONE phase every other day
then I seem depressed and keep a straight face all day
Then there are those days where I want to be with animals and nature all day.
I mean, my parents even joke about getting new kids and getting rid of us, and they laugh about it
I honestly don't know, and my therapist isn't really helping, just causing more stress.
My school friends are always worried about me, the fact if someone brings up blood, staples, knives, haunted houses, waivers, ETC makes me really freak out, thinking of old memories, trying to clear them, but failing. I honestly don't know what to do, and I'm sure your tires of hearing this BS, so I'll shut up.