My mother is perfectly okay with the fact that I took two Adderall (yes it's a low dose, but still) after not being on it for weeks, just to make myself not go all fuzzy and sleep in order to get more work done. In fact, she's the one who said to, and I didn't until I got frustrated enough with life not to care if it were to do something deleterious. Thankfully, nothing didn't.
Homework trumps my well-being. Everything is a giant brick wall. I just want to be me, not some girl that has been fabricated. My parents say they know me so well, but my own mother didn't even know I was struggling with severe hip pain until I finally told the orthopedic while there having my back looked at. That was nearly two years after that first day it started hurting. I wasn't telling because she said I was a hypochondriac looking for any excuse to stay home...now I don't know if whatever is wrong in there can be fixed, even if they find out what's wrong, just because it's been left untreated for a very long time.