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*gaslighting parent voice* I’m sorry if you feel hurt by anything I did to you, just know that it was never my intention to hurt you and that I love you
“Your parents don’t deserve that!”
I didn’t deserve to be abused my whole life. They very much deserve nothing from me.
Parents: constantly bitch at me for no reason, make me feel like shit, hurt my feelings, always judging me, expect me to respect you when i don't get respect in return, act hypocritical, emotionally, physically abuse me
Parents : Why don't you ever want to spend time with us? Why don't you ever come to us with anything?
To some kids who dont know they are in a toxic household. You’re in a bad home when:
No one allows you to express anger or sadness.
Everything is monitored
You are not allowed to have a social circle
“It’s not what you want, it’s what I want”
“Your vote counts as one vote and mine counts as 10 votes”
“I pay the bills so I do whatever I want!”
“I dont care what you like. I dont like it”
Security cameras in the house to watch you. That’s not normal.
Ripping up artwork you spent so long to draw.
Prioritizing cleaning the house over your schoolwork.
Cleaning for 8 hours while your family does nothing.
Hypocritical behavior. Being judged for spending five minutes on your phone while they spend 2 hours.
Feeling relieved when they leave the house.
Having your door police banged on because you didnt wake up at 8am.
Not allowed to have your door shut.
Being beaten to hell and five minutes later being caressed and saying “It was for your own good.
Being forced to show love for them.
Wearing what they want you to wear.
Destroying anything you love just because they dont like it.
Being actively told that they want you to die.
Being beaten for coming out gay.
“No one will ever love you as much as we do”
All of these combined will give you Stockholm Syndrome. As a survival tactic your brain might feel attached or even affectionate toward your abuser. Just to cope with the overwhelming amount of stress. And you will reason with the abuse and blame it on yourself. You need to understand that what your parents tell you about life is not 100% true. Life is fair in all aspects.
If you plant a seed, and water it and take care of it during the harsh months, Life will give you a flower in the spring.
It’s the toxic people that will stomp on it to kill it.
good parents don’t raise children with flashbacks
good parents don’t raise children with extreme fear of touch
good parents don’t raise children who can’t say no
(continue the chain! reblog with “good parents don’t raise children” and write your own symptoms!)
“don’t yell at me for walking on eggshells you placed in this house”
— not my fault, ‘why are you so quiet?’ | laurelled
10 Signs you have/had toxic parents/been abused/childhood trauma
-you’re passive aggressive towards yourself -“it’s my fault, I didn’t do it but it has be my fault somehow.” -self-harm because you deserve it. -if my parents hate me, I shall hate myself as well. - I’m not being abused, I’m just trying to make myself believe that I’m not a nuisance to my parents. - I shouldn’t bother my parents/abusers with my feelings. -if I deserved love and affection, I should’ve got it a long time ago. - If I’m not good enough to them, I’ll never be good enough to anyone. - they’re always right, I’m the one who’s wrong. -“we’re the best parents, but you don’t deserve how kind and compassionate we are”
“But your abuse made you kind”
I was always kind. My abuse tested my kindness and you are testing my patience.
watching your titties get sucked on is therapeutic
Doing the titty sucking is therapeutic
couples therapy
kid cudi dancing to electric feel is so beautiful
He is the most beautiful man in the world
This is my sexuality.
i hope nobody remebers what my blog looked like when i started with tumblr
have you ever been so sad you were unable to cry but felt all of your feelings slowly exploding inside you
anyone else have one of those Formative Omegle Experiences that’s stuck with you
i remember once matching up with this 27 year old mechanic. he found the omegle page open on one the shop’s computers, and he wanted to see what his coworker was up to. we matched up because of our listed “manga” interests.
he asked how old i was, and i lied and said i was 16. as a conversation starter, he asked if i had my license yet, and because i was 12, i said no.
so he starts giving me driving tips. get a junker as your first, because when you finally get a new car, you’ll be able to appreciate it.
stick shift is going out of fashion, and even if you learn how to drive that way and enjoy it, get an automatic. it’ll save your ass on nasty hills and in rush hour traffic.
and most importantly, never hold your hands at 10 and 2. go with 9 and 3. he’d always loved cars, and used to race when he was younger. became pretty well known in the indie circles. one day, he was speeding around the track and just came out of the curve when a girl in the crowd flashed her tits at him.
he was so distracted that he crashed straight into the barrier. due to how he was holding the wheel, he broke both of his arms. he still has a couple lingering issues.
i asked him if it was worth it, and he said yes. he’d do it again if he had the chance. they were the finest tiddies he’d ever seen.
the moral of this story is that, to this day, i grip 9 and 3 when using both hands because wait that’s what tiddy guy said i should do.
Is that…, josh peck…
stay focused on the queen
XXX
I don’t know what hurts more, losing people or losing myself,
I hear things ya know? and talk to myself, I try not to be crazy, keep my composure and be strong, I am strong, but weak at the same time, if that even makes sense, the mystery behind me isn’t anything cool, or exciting it’s depressing, it’s sad, I’ll always be alone in my mind, with my actions, lies, motives,
I’ll always lose people because I’m at never ending war with myself, I lean on people to save me from myself, when in reality the only way to save me is to kill me,
my depressions comforted me for so long, I’ve to some degree become fond or even used to it, I can’t blame my mom , or the girls who loved me for leaving, in the end all there is, is me, it’s not rewarding or suprising , this character I’ve become , is it even me? is this what I wanted? I’m not sure,
the nightmares, sleepless nights, crazy thoughts, they all play a role, I had someone who could ease it ya know? and I made it my goal to ruin it, literally, she was so good to me, she was my heroin, or “heroine” I broke her, completely, but not only to ruin her, to build her, and she hung on , for so long, for so fucking long,
now I’ve reached a point where I can no longer progress, I’m in a pond with a canoe rather than in the ocean around me in a sailboat,
nothing excites me, nothing will give me joy for to long, only pain and sorrow is what has made me feel or comforted me,
being suicidal dosent exactly help these habits either, I had a drug stage where I would pop pills on pills, just to not feel anything at all, I’d get lost, and than create a motive,
the problem now is that my motives are always surrounded with these evil intentions, I’ve come to think I’m literally a villain at heart,
the thing is , villains are necessary for a story to go about, but, they never find love, or comfort in reasonable motive, just the craziest the things, when im good im sad, when im bad I feel alive, but than I hate myself after,
my insanity has been feeding on me since I could walk, I’d only prayed I’d found someone who figured it out and had the patience to keep me, to disregard the pain and only feed me love, it’s selfish of me, I know, but where are you, angel, my wing ridden angel,
save me - xxx
How do you get girls if your not famous?
be yourself, and pay close attention to their nature, treat another human as a science experiment, get in their heads, they love it.