happy new year angels!!!🥂
I dont like talking about the things I like because my parents never showed interest when I tried to tell them about it. when they started trying, it was too late. and it always seems forced. I hate it. I hate them for it, for what they unknowingly planted in me. that my interests are not important and that no one will ever care enough to listen. because why would they, if my own parents won't?
Ong it be the most soul crushing feeling.
LIKE WHY CAN'T I HAVE FUN TOO?
mentally a living corpse
Sometimes I feel like a stick in the mud. Not knowing where I belong or if I belong.
But then fuck that.
Mother 🎀
Beachboy - by McCafferty
What did I do to make people hate me so much? Do they even hate me? And I am being sensitive as always? Am I being narcissistic? Please just help. I don't want to be left alone.