Don't trust anyone. You have to lie.

So my counsellor decided to tell my parents that I tried to commit suicide. Well done, you just made everything better! I mean it's great now I can't go anywhere without my parents! Thanks you fucking bitch. I'm under constant supervision so I can't even breathe. And instead of my parents worrying about me, they're worried about they're reputation, and how this might effect there image, oh and apparently social services are going to 'investigate' now according to my mother. What the hell? You really take things to the extreme and that's coming from the kid who attempted suicide. And what was really fucking annoying is that this happened like a week ago, why didn't you address it last week? I could've fucking killed myself then. Woah, they must really want me to kill my self because they're giving me a fucking reason to. My Dad was... well my Dad and was surprisingly a little supportive not entirely but a little. And my mother... oh my god, the kid just attempted suicide, what the fuck are you doing. She was saying stuff like, 'You know this is going to effect me in this industry, social services are going to come to our house and investigate if we're treating you badly.' 'We raised you by ourselves with no help and brought you up in the way that would be best.' 'No one ever tells me anything.' 'It's okay, I don't have to know. Nobody has to tell me anything.'  'I'll just be out of this then, I guess I'm always going to be the last one to know anything in this house.' Ughh shut the fuck up women, it's not about you. Gods sake. So nothing really is going to change apart from they know that, I kinda eased it in a bit more so tomorrow wouldn't be such a shock, but I'm really pissed off at my counsellor, she should've spoken to me first, she told me that she wouldn't call home. And then they tell me after they call. Gee thanks guys, your such a fucking pleasure. I'd rather die than go back there, ughh. I'm giving it 2 weeks then I'm going to go back to the weekly sessions and figure out if I can stand to see her again. Why can't people talk to me first? If it's fucking about me, then I should know before, not after. Reminder: Never go to that place about anything...