and i thought it was bad in the hospital.

huh,

never knew home could be worse.

they're treating me as if i'm a piece of glass.

like i'll break at the slightest touch.

they're acting as if just weeks ago they didn't disown me.

my mother tried to pass it off as 'not knowing how much you'd miss something until it's gone'.

she was so grateful god had given me a second chance.

that's fucking ridiculous.

if you couldn't tell,

god doesn't exist.

neither do second chances.

i didn't ask to wake up.

i didn't want to wake up.