I’m slightly irritated that I’m twenty two years old and when I come home to visit my parents they have this need to judge and probe my every move. Also, they choose to disregard my disorders claiming it’s all in my head. Uh yeah? It’s most definitely in my head. I’m so over my mom telling me to go to sleep when I have chronic insomnia or telling me to stop overreacting when I have panic disorder or to stop reading or writing so much when it’s the only thing keeping my depression at bay. They’ll never have that perfect little obedient daughter that they crave to have because I’m what they have and I’m done trying to please the unappeasable. I cling so desperately onto the idea of a family that I can come to when I need help but all I get is the door in my face. Sigh.
You are my crush. You have hope in this thing called love, and that makes you worthy.
When people say “life goes on”
like that means a damn to the broken kid who doesn’t want it to.