I don’t know if I should go to a Psychiatrist and ask for antidepressants. On one hand I don’t want to relay on pills to feel better, and I don’t think I really need them (if people weren’t shit and I had a job I think I’d be better).
But on the other hand I don’t want to feel like this anymore.
I just want to die.
So that was the last few days:
On Wednesday my brothers were at my aunt for dinner, and of course no one told me. So I get a message
“where are you?”
“where am I suppose to be?”
“at our aunt”
“thanks for the notice”
Of course they were like “oh ok, she’s not coming let’s just eat”, and when I call them about being ass holes they blame me for not caring about myself because “if I won’t no one else will”. I blame them for forgetting about me and not caring and they respond in “yeah we don’t care”. Great.
So that was my fault.
On Thursday it was my birthday, of course that 90% of my very few “friends” forgot about it. They still don’y know they did.
And today my brother told me to download something using HIS istore account and when I told him I need his password of course the blame went to…. Did you guess? Yep ME!
“you’re doing something wrong, you didn’t download it right, you didn’t use the right link”
So that’s the people who surround me, and they make me feel like shit, and I just don’t see the point in continuing living