sometimes I think about how when I was really little and my anger issues were extremely bad, instead of offering or trying to give me any help on how to manage it, My mother bluntly told little me that if I kept acting like that Iβd be murdered and to stop.
I mean it kind of worked so I canβt complain but ya know that stuff sticks with you.
this isnβt a vent btw, just reminiscing on the past










