without you ever realizing they are. Then whilst sitting back and taking stock of things you realize you arent quite comfortable with who you are becoming but even more so you are disgusted with how this diminished, warped, and less moral self seems to jive better with everyone. So is it easier? Is it easier to just let go of the wheel and not give a shit. To lament in old age, enraged at missed chances and unspoken words? Or is it better to always be the object of ridicule? To stand hard against the whims of society, satisfied but outcast? And what to do if you cant muster enough of a fuck to care about the outcome of either?
Yeah, this occurred to me about 30 seconds after posting. It was a bittersweet moment. Its probably better than what ive been doing instead though regardless
I know they have changed a bit, my mom is a little but more sober now. But she forces american culture down my throat this time of year and it drives me nuts. The guy she married is a piece of shit, i highly doubt that has changed.
I ran off at 15 and tried to get emancipated, it failed, i moved to a different big city to hide till 18, got my ged and moved to NYC. It sounds terrible, but i didnt really think much of it, not talking to them i mean.
I mean, i feel pretty bad for my younger sister. So there is definitely some guilt there and she has this dickbag of a boyfriend that i used to sell to way back when, bleh just thinking about it all, the dread is building
Fuck! I know. Its a horrible trap.
I do feel as though i have neglected my IB family. Teh shame
I bailed as a teenager, the whole thing was really quite a mess. My family is.. a level of dysfunction I prefer not to deal with.