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tommy hated feeling like this. he couldn't fathom how they could just swing through emotions like that. one moment their happy, the next he's sad, now he's crying and now he's happy again. sometimes tommy couldn't feel anything at all, sometimes they didn't feel happy, sad, angry or jealous. all they felt on those days was depressed.
and that's exactly how tommy felt now.
sometimes tho he felt irritated at everything. on those days he would lash out at they're friends. and go home without saying sorry until the very next day.
eventually his friends pushed him to see a therapist after it happened one to many times, then they were diagnosed with bpd aka /borderline personality disorder/
to say the least tommy was not happy at all. they lashed out at the therapist and vowed to never see that therapist again.
but like the coward they are, he was back in no time.
but because he was seen as "not that bad" he wasn't prescribed with any meds. even thought they pleaded and pleaded the therapist didn't listen
because tommy believed he was a "bad case waiting to go wrong" he found another therapist that prescribed him with the pills they needed.
but lately taking the pills had been a chore. so he started flushing them down the toilet.
his parents noticed the change and tried to confront them but they only got in an argument that resulted in tommy storming to their room.
and that lands tommy where they are right now. drinking from a large bottle of sangria and staring down at fresh cuts that have already started to form dried blood at the edges.
tommy was drowsy and desperately wanted to sleep but he couldn't. they say on the floor, until they moved to stand up. now registering that being drunk and have fresh cuts on their thighs may restrict him.
they didn't care. he took off nearly all his clothes and got comfortable under the blankets, not caring that the cuts was stinging under the blanket.
he fell asleep fairly easy, only to wake up in the middle of the night, and grab the bottom of sangria and take a few large swings.
he had nightmare but thinking about it in anyway made him feel nauseous, so they drank and drank and drank until they passed out.
hoping they wouldn't wake up again.