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Tfw you're a girly girl in software engineering so your life struggles are like Do I wanna get a new laptop and iPhone this year?... Or do I want a Chanel bag?
Dear Mom, You are an extremely invalidating person. All my life you've tried control and smother my emotions. You've told me to straight up not to feel the things i feel. Be it hurt, anger, sadness and even in times excitement. You never ever wanted to address the source of my hurt, only wanting to erase how it effected me or more importantly how it effected you. My childhood was spent feeling like i had no one in my corner. My sister emotionally bullied me and instead of taking any good parental role you were always too tired, too busy and i suffered. I felt silenced, for years my nightmares were plagued by me without a voice, trying to scream or cry or fight but not being able to say anything. How many times i've woken up yelling, because i tried so hard to do it in my sleep i woke myself. And now i'm an adult and i'm supposed to be done with this. My childhood problems are supposed to be baggage for me to work on in therapy not something that actually happens to this day. Not something i have to deal with while sitting in a hospital room with my dad hooked up to an IV. When my sister says something that is playfully mocking yet still hurtful and i fucking say so because all my life ALL MY LIFE this is who she has been. All my life she can pick and choose what she makes fun of under the idea of "just joking" and i'm left wondering why i'm so scared to be my true self around strangers, i'm left wondering why it took so long for me to be ok with my interests, to actually tell people things about myself. And i'm finally done with her bs, but when i stand up for myself you tell me to chill, you tell me to choke down my pain for the sake of "having a good time". You'd rather me internalize my pain than make her apologize, you'd rather me hurt in silence than stick up for myself. And you wonder why i dont want to live at home. I already dread this trip and we dont leave for another 3 hours. I dread feeling again like im having my voice taken from me, of feeling alone, of being told to be quiet and swallow the hurt. For your sake, for her sake. You don't think of my sake. I dont want to go,dont make me go.
ROCKSTAR pls for the next gta o clothes update give me
a basic black tanktop
the option to use boots with cargopants
stockings that go with skirts
i have a can of pepsi and idk if i should open it bc it takes me like an hour to finish a fizzy drink and i need to go to bed soon bc im in work early tomorrow T.T
i wanna write some north yankton fluff but i'm afraid that my english isnt good enough for it
Save me now...