I hate saying this but... I HATE MY FUCKING LIFE!! Last night when i talked to Jason i was bawling and he kept telling me it was okay and to stop crying... He knows i need help... But my mom is like "we aren't wasting money on something you don't need" Yep, thats right. I asked my mother for help. And she turned me down and after that she said i could fucking talk to her. Like i can talk to her about crack and how people are ruining my life. Uh huh sure mom.