Hurting. Protecting.

The hard part is pretending to be ok. Every time I talk to my mother I just want to tell her how I feel but I don't want to make her sad. There is nothing she can do about how I feel. I don't talk to my family about it. I'm really hurting though. I'm already taking a shitload of pills. I don't need to be in a hospital for them to give me more.