Okay. My story of yesterday.
I woke up feeling like SHIT. I hadnt slept in days until I passed out last night. I could barely walk and as soon as I got to the bathroom I stopped breathing. Then when I caught myself I walked out and fell down the stairs. My mom looked at me and grabbed my face to see if I felt okay, and all of the sudden I couldnt see or hear her anymore.
But I could feel myself talking. Then I dont remember sitting down on a chair, but my mum gave me a drink and then brought me to the doctor.
So I have some crazy disease that they dont know how I got, and I keep fainting. So I have to sleep with my legs up so I dont pass out in my sleep and like die. Im so sore.
So, before my mom actually helped me, no one looked at me as if I was in trouble. They thought I did this to myself with drugs and asked me first. I was barely alive on my floor and my mother just was like 'Im going to ask you if you took anything before I actually bring you.'
My sister wouldnt help me either.
I think its RETARDED how people judge you by your clothes, look, and what music you like.
Some people think Im a JUNKIE and I am not at all.
I was in serious trouble yesterday, and it was NOT from drugs, and I could have died on my very own floor in my mothers arms.
But no. Apparently I LOOK like I do drugs and this is what happened.