You ever hear a friend talk about some of there friends and get hit with the reality that you literally have like only one friend...
i fucking hate the suicidal part of my brain like either kill me bitch or get tf out
I am so tired. So goddamn tired. I cannot wait for the day I move out. I shall feel no guilt for leaving this “family” behind. And I will not ever listen to anyones bullshit about how they love me deep down and I must love them deep down. Or how they are not bad people. I do not care anymore. They are toxic for me. That is it. I have bothered about them my whole life and because of it I have not really lived a single day. I will never waste the freedom I finally get by looking back. When I go away to university I will be free. Finally. And I will be damned if I waste that as well because of them.
child: struggles
abusive parent: why must this happen to meee, what have I done to deserve this, haven’t I suffered enough already, and now my child is /insert struggle/! Everything happens to me, when can I catch a break, hey! Stop focusing on your /struggle/ and think about how this makes ME feel!!!
