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I know God works at his own time, and Gods timing is perfect...but why is everything still happening? In fact, its getting worse. I don't know what to do, I know I can't DO anything about my situation right now and that's what pisses me off. That's what makes me cry. That's why I am always so angry. I keep seeing things more frequently, hearing things all the time. This place is so small, I can only move around so much. Can't even hold a stuffie in the corner, it would be childish to them. I feel like I'm making things worse by messing up my arm or trying to block everyone out. But what else is there meant to do? No one actually listens to me. I keep praying and praying for the same thing. And I will keep praying for the same things. I will keep praying for my father's hypocritic demeanor. I will keep praying for my mother. I will keep praying for all of my siblings. 

I will keep praying that will never change. I know things will get better, it just takes time. But it is so exhausting. I am so tired of hearing them yelling or speaking in that annoying tone. Over and over, and now the days are like-blurring together? I don't know. I might as well call myself a Hikiomori. Everything hurts my head now and I hate it a lot. I can't do anything here. I can't even build a fort. They say I'm too old to do that now. I can't even tell the doctor how I fell, so I've never seen a therapist. Well, It's not all bad. I know it could be worse. The things I see could have been ten times worse and ten times more frequent. I could've been starved or something. My arms could've been worse. I guess typing all of this up while in the middle of this 'situation' makes me calm down a little. Seeing everything I think about written in pink has always made me feel a little better. Then I can decorate this entire page how I want to. It's like a diary, but better.