I don’t think you exactally realize how much stress you bring upon me, I love you to death you are my mother. but i wish you would realize that you’re outting all your anger out on me.. and its unfair. i know you have stressful days with my younger brothers but i don’t think its fair i get yelled at for their actions. i want you to see what you’re doing. i know you feel bad because of my scars. but if only you knew i stopped injuring to end the griping you bring, and started ripping myself apart emotionally. mom you need to see what your doing to me.