To anyone that watches and/or comments on my art... XD; Emo alert? You don't have to read the emo shit in between the breaks, or this journal at all. I just felt like I needed to explain. Skip down to the last paragraph if you'd like.

(I think I just... need to get this out of my system, slap it up somewhere, and then go back, read it, and make fun of my own emo. Really, it gives me a better perspective when I can see how silly I am or am not being.)
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My mom is legally insane. She, understandably, is not happy with that. She doesn't talk to herself, or wear tutus with pink tiaras. She suffers from bipolar disease, which has apparently been there with her since she was a child. Only recently she's gotten worse; she hears things, she's more paranoid, and the other day she had a delusion that was real enough that she called my son's school to prove me wrong, and found herself embarrassed that she indeed had imagined this letter she swore we got from them. I can only imagine that watching yourself crawl further into madness is the least pleasant thing in the world.
She doesn't make it any easier on us, either. If she isn't hiding in her room all day, she'll appear long enough to say some really cruel things. Or she'll spend the whole day where her tone doesn't leave the 'yelling' area. She's seen me burst into tears, which as my mother she would know that it's incredibly hard to get me to do that in front of other people as I'm just that stubborn, and simply stared at her own daughter and asked coldly what I wanted from her.
Now... she's on suicide watch again. She's picking up the littlest reasons why not to go to the hospital again, trying to find excuses to avoid it. I understand why that would be a bit scary... but she doesn't understand our side at all. I have an eight and a half year old son, I can't lay awake all night and wonder if this will be the day that my son comes into my room and say he can't wake grandma up. I'm utterly exhausted, mentally and physically. She told us that she had squirreled away some pills and was playing around with them... not good.
I can't help but wonder; why can't she be just a tad stronger? My life isn't all sunshine and peaches, yet I refuse to ever do that to my child. Why can't she be strong for us? I'm aware that mental illness makes that harder, but... it just feels so frustrating to know that I'm not good enough of a reason to keep my mother alive.
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Given that... I need this to be my outlet. So. I shall have a lot of emo art up. Probably blood and tears. SO INCREDIBLY cliche, I know. I just need an outlet to shove all that shit into, so I can put on that mask of "everything is okay" for my baby, and a bit for my mom as well. Please excuse me, or ignore them.