I know i fucked up. I know i made a mistake. I know the consequences. I didnt come for judgement, but i know thats all theyll give. I know theyll just scream at me and tell me how stupid i am. But i cant handle all the emotional weight. But i have to one to help me. I dont need to be screamed at. Cause thatll inevitably happen. Being screamed or yelled at gives me ptsd flashbacks, so i cant go to anyone. But holding it all in will kill me