I hate therapy. I hate my mom. I have to keep acting like things are getting better when they fucking aren't. She thinks I should be GRATEFUL that she knows all about everything now. Great, now she treats me like a 5 year old and I want to scream. If anything, the emotional roller coaster/suffocation is worse then when I was alone. I'm never going to be able to forgive Grace for telling her that. She was my FRIEND, i should be able to TRUST her. Now everything i had is in ruins. I can't stop cutting, and I'm just so fucking done. I don't want things to get better, I just want it all gone.