I let it out this weekend to my friends. About my mum. They don’t care though, they’re not the genuine ones.. I need to just have someone I can tell everything to, I’m destroying myself with this. Not just my body, but mentally. I’m worried if I’m even sane.. I don’t know if it’s too late & if these thoughts are my last change of saviour or the paranoid thoughts of someone ruined. I just need someone I can be genuine with. Someone I can tell it all to.