Can my mother do this to me? What if I just didn't go? She can't MAKE me go...can she? I can't stand the staring. It's my social phobia grabbing me by the throat again and the staring is squeezing it tighter and tighter. I'm so sorry. I just don't have the strength anymore. My meds say "take with FOOD"...no. I've got six med bottles sitting here. Actually a kinda pretty assortment of colors. Anyhow, I didn't cut but it's not over yet. And it's Easter. You know how I get around holidays. My mother left work at 12:00 and now she's just home. And I of course am locked in my room. I hate her. She has such bad timing. Last night things were going so well and then she brings up the second opinion. Then today when I get home from SHOPPING in a really crowded mall she has to bring up selling my horse. God I hate her so much.
