I’m so sorry! Just hold out till you graduate and get to move out. you can make it! We love you, and I’m certain that I would like you much more than your sister, if I knew her.
I’m not against my sister. I mean, we have our fights and she still says I’m useless and she doesn’t care much, but it’s not really her fault when it comes to what my mom says. All she’s trying to do is to live and get to college and just get a job. My mom just finds it necessary to make me feel bad about myself for things I can’t really control.
I’m hoping once I’m out of high school, if I get into a college I’d share a dorm with my best friend, if I don’t, I’m gonna travel a bit. Try and make it somewhere in life, I suppose.
But thanks, love you too
My mom saw a bag of chips in my room and was like “Why?” and I told her I was hungry earlier and she’s like “you already gained weight this summer” and I finally snapped and called her out on her words to me by saying “It’s my body, not yours, if I’m hungry I will eat, if I’m not, I won’t eat. Stop commenting on my body and stop shaming me”
That’s all I ever hear from her and the fact I’m not her ‘perfect’ child like my sister (who, not that it matters, weighs less than me)
"Oh, Sydney did this" "Oh she got such great grades" "Oh she got into this college" "She doesn’t spend her money like you do" "oh she’s great at writing" "She’s a great artist" "She’s kind"
Does she realize how much it hurts me when she says all this? I live with her, my sister doesn’t. I don’t get any sort of praise. I clean my room “Why didn’t you clean that”. I write stories “Sydney wrote this for her school newspaper”
I’m not my sister and I never will be I wish she would just understand that because the more she goes on about my sister and how she’s the perfect child I just feel more rejected and very unspecial and I can’t do it.
I’m literally crying hard while writing this and I’m wondering how anything is even coming out. 5 years ago I was a happy child and only crying about scrapes and bruises from accidents and little stuff…
I can’t live like this anymore
"you’re too young to determine your sexuality" said no one to the heterosexual teenager
things i don’t own enough of
• make up
• other useless things that will get me nowhere in life but I want them
Virginity only matters if you’re lighting the black flame candle to summon witches.
Actually, When people talk about “blood of a virgin”, what’s actually meant is “virgin blood”, aka blood that’s never before been used in a ritual.
Therefore, virginity doesn’t matter for anything.
*noises of comprehension and frustration that I didn’t make that connection before*
Oh my heavens I’m crying two of my babies are buried underground alive in a car and one of them is bleeding and crying and confessing his love for one of the coworkers that he went on a date with and the other just wants him to calm down I can’t