im so tired of my mother always hinting at my problems and the stuff ive been through. i just told her shes hypersensitive for always whining about how uncomfortable bras are. and of course she has to make a comment about my social phobia. and now shes confused because i just dropped my shit and left? it doesnt really matter what i say, she always finds a way to make it about me. in a bad way, though. like, something bothers me about her and she goes all like ‘at least i didnt want to jump infront of a train’. like okay, mom, okay. and its not like my sisters any better. ‘what do you do in your free time except sitting in your room and cutting yourself?’. oh, i wonder why it took me so long tell them about my problems. fucking ridiculous. i deserve better than that.