i just dont understand how my parents think they can treat me like garbage when theyve almost never been there for me
they actually seem to think im a waiter based on the fact that they always ask me to get shit for them when theyre too damn lazy to get it themselves and get pissed off if i dont do it as if its my job or something
the only times i can recall where they were there for me is when my friend sean died, the same person they thought was stealing from us when it was just stuff that went missing, and when they found out i was cutting myself, which resulted in a conversation filled with tears about how i can talk with them about anything whenever. despite the fact they never asked me how i feel before or after that, and that theyre both callous assholes
and they dont even ask about my newer scars too, i dont always wear long sleeves at home and theyre pretty conspicous, but they just turn a blind eye to it anyway
again this is just pointless whining and venting
