It's august 8th, 2023. I'm a different person from who I was when I made my last post, but I feel like the same girl I was the summer I was 17. Only rotten. A reanimated shell of my former self who used to know who she was but doesn't anymore. A version that doesn't even know what goddamn gender I am. Besides the point-- my parents still fight, my sister is still a cunt, my brother makes my heart hurt, every time my dad walks into a room or says something to me, I just repeat "fuck you fuck you fuck you" in my head, and my mom has good intentions but still tries to control me. Life repeats and stays the same in cycles. I want to stay here-- a part of me does, anyway-- but there's a nagging feeling that this cannot remain. I cannot keep going in this direction or it will gut me.

















