I Hate My Parents
Ya know I don't particularly dislike my parents but the shit they put me and themselves through just.... it leaves behind a wreckage of anger, sadness, and betrayal. The only reason I lash put is because im angry because day after day they wallow in events that happened over 4-5 years ago. They constantly bring it up over and over leading to the same results every time. A argument, a fight, and a arrest. Arguments with the same pattern and arrangement of words. That gets old after hearing them day arfter day after day. Surely you would be angry as well? The instigator plays the victim while the true victim or victims get broken down more and more.
I tend to lash out at my "father". Usually with cold and hurtfull words. If you had seen some of my previous rants/mentions about him you would understand why a bit. He always plays and views himself as the victim. I simply say words with truth in them and he calls for my mother like a boy calling for his mommy to save him. Therapists and psychiatrists would have a field day with him. Its depressing that I know more about him that I do myself, mother, and my sibling. Everything revolves around my "dad". No one is able to have a life of their own here.
I don't hate my parents but I... I don't feel anything towards them. Not even love anymore. A this point I feel like someone who's just there to watch everything unfold.
Hell I might as well put my whole life story here. Im kidding. I don't really have anything else to say at this point. The only times I write this much is when im mildly depressed but now that the cloud of depression passed I feel ok now. Ok but not ok ok just ok. Ah, so many ok's 😱. Hmm well good day or night to you all. ~OuO~?
I tend to lash out at my "father". Usually with cold and hurtfull words. If you had seen some of my previous rants/mentions about him you would understand why a bit. He always plays and views himself as the victim. I simply say words with truth in them and he calls for my mother like a boy calling for his mommy to save him. Therapists and psychiatrists would have a field day with him. Its depressing that I know more about him that I do myself, mother, and my sibling. Everything revolves around my "dad". No one is able to have a life of their own here.
I don't hate my parents but I... I don't feel anything towards them. Not even love anymore. A this point I feel like someone who's just there to watch everything unfold.
Hell I might as well put my whole life story here. Im kidding. I don't really have anything else to say at this point. The only times I write this much is when im mildly depressed but now that the cloud of depression passed I feel ok now. Ok but not ok ok just ok. Ah, so many ok's 😱. Hmm well good day or night to you all. ~OuO~?
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