I told my mom I was thinking about killing myself and she got annoyed and told me that I was lying. That's the kind of mother I have. Are the pieces starting to fall in place yet? I was raised by abusers and I'm still stuck with them because they sabotaged my life and scapegoated me and didn't side with me and would tell people my motivations (they were always wrong) and then the other person would treat me like a despicable piece of contemptible trash because they believe the dumb cunt because they don't know she's a lying bitch like I do. I fucking hate it. Trash ass people. I just wish I was dead.