Wtffffff.
My parents are freaking interrogating me.
I bought a book off line, called Thirteen Reasons Why, someone on a website that I go on asked if anyone had read it, and what they though about it, so I looked it up, and it sounded interesting. It deals with suicide though, but I like reading those kinds of books, because I've been through that before and so I can kinda of relate with the characters and stuff. It's personal to me and it's just interesting to read stories like that. So I ordered it yesterday offline.
So I left the receipt for the book out on the printer and my mom went and looked the book up, and she like wtf, why are you reading this book. At first she asked me what it was about, and I was just like, idk, I forget, because I KNEW she would question me about it. So she asked me why I didn't tell her, and why I lied to her, and I was just like, because I knew you were gonna questions me about it like this.
So now they're wondering why I would want to read a book like that, because they're automatically assuming that I'm back into that state of mind. Which I'm not, and I never will be again. I can guarantee that. It's not something that I think about doing anymore, but it is something that I still like to read about, or talk about, because suicide and self injury awareness and stuff is a big part of my life now, and I'm always willing to talk about it because I know that it's a topic that isn't talked about nearly enough as it should be, so it's important to me to raise awareness and educate people about it.
So now they're jumping on me about it. >.<
I understand that they would be worried to some degree, because they don't want me to go through that again, but I know that I'm not going to, and I don't feel like that. But it's not just the fact that they're worried, they're pissed beyond all belief that I'm reading something like that, and that can't just accept that I think it's an interesting book, and it's just something that sounds like it would be good to read.
And then, a few years ago, they found out that I read a book called Cut by Patricia McCormick, and it was the same situation. I read it because it was personal to me, and it was just simply an interesting book. So just because I read a book about cutting, they automatically accused me of doing it. And they just brought it up again when they were questioning me about the first book, and they asked me if I knew anyone that had ever cut themselves, and I said yeah, because I know a bunch of people that have, so they were like who, and asked me if it was any of my friends. I said yeah, because there's a bunch of people from school and stuff that have, and they asked me who. Obviously I'm not gonna tell my parents who, so I was just like, idk, you don't know any of them, and so my stepdad got pissed at me because he just asked if it was any of my friends. Er, sorry, but you don't know every single person I've ever hung out with, or that I'm friends with within school or anything.
UGH. It just pisses me off how much they jump on me about crap like that. I understand they don't want me to go through it again, but I'm not going to, and they know that. I'm happier now then I was before I ever went through any of that, and they know that as well. It's just the fact that they honestly get PISSED, just because I want to read a book that has to do with subject, because it's interesting to me. Just because I'm interested in it, doesn't mean I'm going to do it, or that I feel that way.
jigsdgds0selfh.
