Iâm defected
I am the youngest.
I am the latchkey who had no one.
They would watch movies together and send me to my room; alone.
I was always alone. I never understood why.
When I walked away to my room sad, she rolled her eyes.
I wasnât throwing a tantrum. I really felt sad and lonely.
I wasnât wanted.
Thatâs why they joke about it in front of me. Iâm wrong to be hurt by it. FUCK YOU!!!!!
Itâs weird that everyone thereafter throughout my life treats me the same way my family does. Itâs as if you were all flies on the wall in my childhood and now you do the same thing to me that they did. They donât care that you hurt me. They automatically assume I deserve it.Â
i hate you all!!!!














