I FINALLY tell my mother how I feel. Basically tell her how I want my life to end. She tries and makes it better by saying ‘let’s get a puppy!’ Thinking she will keep me busy. Few days later, she uses what I spilled against me! She me to stop ‘getting away from reality’, aka reading, to go eat dinner. She also starts saying, whenever she gets pissed, how she wants to leave and get away from here to. Damn it all! Can’t I even spill my guts to my own family without having to be Judged and it being used against me! I should have never broken down like that, I should have just kept keeping it inside.I thought that spilling all your emotions would help you feel better, I actually feel more alone than I ever did.