I finally have friends? Weird... it's a feeling. A good feeling. I like my friends and they like me back. They don't call me name or bully me. I haven't heard worthless in such a long time........ that is until my mom started to hate me. "Mistake""retard". She throws glass at me and hits me..... This isn't okay. I'm not okay. I hate it. But I guess I deserve it for making her life harder. At least I'm happier. I've made my first friends. Of course I still have anxiety... bad anxiety. It's horrible I hate it. But I'm better now. Slowly I'm better. I'm comfortable. I'm myself in front of people. And I like it. Thank you for saving me when I should've died the one night I attempted suicide. Thank you. You don't understand what this means to me. :)
