So after my roommate had a really horrible response to me telling him I was suicidal, he left a note on the fridge saying he was having a little get together and wanted to let me know. Well, f him and all his friends. I didn't want to be around it. So I stayed the weekend at my mom's apartment, which is empty because she's in a nursing home.

Lots of things that never bothered me before are triggering me. I went over to my sister's house on Saturday and just busted out in tears in front of everyone. Just a blubbering idiot.

I'm becoming increasingly more paranoid. I don't want to see or talk to many people. I feel like I'm being pushed away from everyone. Slowly being disowned by my family. The person I'm most afraid of talking to is my dad.

*sigh* I keep telling myself that it will get better, eventually. Hopefully.