I spent Saturday with my bio mom at my house. She told me that I am fat which is lovely and I really need to work on losing weight. She told me that its not right that my shrink blames her for everything and she didnt hurt me physically, (yhea too bad you screwed with me mentally) then she said I dont need my meds or a shrink and that all I needed was for her to help me. My self worth is shit and I think I might be better off getting some guts and ending it. She would be better off without a fat pathetic, mental case as a daughter.
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