It’s my birthday. Yay. I’m not even happy that it is. But, it is one year closerto my déath! So that’s something to look forward too. My mom found outmy suīcidal thoughts have been getting worse and she tried gaslightingme. “You’re making me look bad because of how you think” “you’re lyingto me. Quit lying.” This is why. This is why I hate it here. I hate myself. I feellike I’m never going to accomplish anything in life. And when I tried talkingto her about how I felt, she got even MORE upset. So fine. We’ll see if I’m“lying” when I’m dead.