My mom yelled at me. Why? Because

I couldn't get dad over to the checkout it a few seconds.

And

While shopping I was trying to find out how many packages of stuff I should get

And now I'm having a silent mental breakdown in the back of my moms car typing random shit that means fucking nothing.

Catbur is trying to comfort me and convince me that I don't deserve what happens to me.

Thing is, I deserve what I get. I deserve all of the trauma that I have. Why? I. I don't know.

corruption is probably tugging me down this rabbit hole of hatred towards myself

I've learned to just lie if I'm feeling like shit.

And if I need to get better quickly, gaslighting. I gaslight myself into feeling better.

Sorry for venting about something this dumb.

-C