What can you do, their your parents right? They're not that bad, kids raising kids. It's fake and overly dramatic the things you say or think. My childhood wasn't bad, the truth was I think I was a bad kid that's all. Rotten apple rotting up the whole tree. I made it all up, that's it isn't it. It's all in my mind every memory, my person is simply my fault.
I don't leave the house all day to avoid their dissapointed stares.
I didn't cry at every bad grade wishing they'd had a better kid.
I don't stare in the mirror wishing I could mutilate my body because my mother always commented on my food options.
I don't stay silent in torment because my father always told me my problems where unexistent .
I certainly don't starve myself to prove that I'm truly broken mentally not just making it up.
They're the victims. I'm the bad kid, I always have been.
The bullying was my fault cause I stayed silent.
My grades dropped cause I was lazy not on the verge of jumping out a window.
The truth is its always been me. No one else. I can't blame them that the only memories I have are bad, or that I feel invisible yet at the same time like a tsunami ruining my family's lives woth my superficial delusional bullshit. I can't be mad or scream or cry. I forgive them at every turn, because I made it up, right? My parents didn't do this to me, life did, my life, so there's no one else to blame.
But what's to expect it's just kids raising kids.
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