I am EMO.

Yesterday I went to the doctor to see when they were going to take Billy away from me.

So the doctor, as always, didn't give me a straight answer, and my mom being the hypocrite she is, was being sweet and nice to her when minutes before she was talking trash about her, saying that she's not a "serious" doctor and she was going to talk to her straight to her face telling her what she thinks about this Billy situation.

Long story short, I got mad at my mom for kissing the doctor's ass and being against me while I was talking to her. I also got mad at the doctor because she's being stupid. I told her I didn't care if she had to open to take the rock that's left as long as the takes off this wire. It's going to hurt like hell anyway... right?. So she told me I didn't understand how delicate my condition is, but I want to have it my way it's ok with her, she couldn't care less. Now you guys tell me, is that a SERIOUS answer from a doctor? OF COURSE NOT! she is supposed to care about my condition.

So she concluded I was clinically depressed.

So now my entire family thinks I'm crazy and I need to go to therapy. She gave me a bunch of antidepressants my toilet took as breakfast [thank you very much!] and people talk to me as if I had autism.

Now I know how WH felt when her family went against her.

Anyway. Today we were supposed to celebrate my aunt's birthday here at my house, but they [my aunts] invited another aunt who has stolen shit from us in the past, so my mom told them she didn't want the thief here, and my aunts told my mom that they were not having the party here if she couldn't come. Next thing you know my mom is mad [and they're not even her sisters] So I had to listen to my mom talk shit about them for the entire morning. My mom says that all they do is sit at the table to eat, talk shit about everyone. ISN'T SHE FUCKING DOING THE SAME?. Anyway, there was no party for us because my mom thinks by going with them "we hurt her feelings". Bullshit.

So, here's what I think. Maybe I AM depressed after all, but the way I see it, it's not Billy's fault, it is the fact that they can't don't want to take care of my anymore [personal note to them: nobody asked them to], and their incapability to get along, and forgive/forget about the shit they have put themselves through. But according to them I'm the depressed one because I refuse to get into their shit, and choose a side.

So here's a big shout for all my family members. Everyone included, no exceptions: