turns out my prescription has apparently been ready since this morning? so now i don't know if there's some sort of mix-up or if my mom's just lying about going to check if it was there. when i called her out on it and told her this, she just had a go at me basically, saying "oh, i've done nothing to you all week," which is... kind of the point. i've been seriously ill, accidentally given myself a light concussion, and she just... never once gave a damn because she was too busy pretending i don't exist. she didn't even offer or try to take me down to the pharmacy (it's like a 5 minute drive) before they closed, and now it's too late. my dad, when i called, wouldn't give a definitive answer and then turned his phone off, so i couldn't even embarrass myself by begging him to just go when closing time got too close. in the end, i got so upset i just... left the house. in the dark and 3°C weather which my mom didn't even try to stop me from doing lmao. not sure what i had in mind, but it wasn't anything good. i had a whole panic attack on the roadside and almost threw up, and then just cried next to the bridge.
only upside to this whole thing was some sweet girl who came to see if i was okay. (after a few other people and a lot of cars ignored me kneeling on the roadside lmao.) just thinking about her is making me cry again. she even offered to call the council (since she works with them in some form) and see about overnight accommodation, which i honestly probably would've taken if my phone hadn't been dead. it was just so nice to have someone to talk to who actually wanted to listen and didn't judge me even though i was stood there in my pyjamas and coat and haven't brushed my hair since waking up this morning. she even walked me home and gave me her number, and i just... when we hugged to say goodbye. nobody's hugged me let alone that tightly in over a year. much, much longer if you take my girlfriend out of the equation. it was nice.
oh, and then my mom showed up because i guess she went out looking for me, although seemingly not very hard. (i wasn't far from the house; we never saw her, even when walking back, and she didn't know i'd returned, so she was clearly just going to go back inside without so much as driving around the neighborhood lmao. more concerned with her spaghetti bolognese.) she just said, "oh, there you are," and went back inside. hasn't asked me where i went or if i'm okay once since i came back in. says a lot when a stranger cares more about me than my own mother.
i'm so tired.