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My mom was going to kill herself.

all I could do was beg her to pull over and yet I felt like I didn't mean any of the words I was saying. As if I was saying not what I felt but what I thought I should say.

I think I know what I really feel

She's tired and alone, she doesn't wanna be here any more

I sat in a CVS parking lot for what felt like hours waiting for the police, for any kind of help. Like a kid who didn't know what to do.

After an hour passed I realized Noone was going to help me.

I'm angry at my dad for making her feel that way. I'm angry at her for putting me in this position. 

Im angry at myself for being angry