
DetachedDreamer97
Enlightened
- Mar 17, 2018
- 1,402
Part of the reason I wish to die is that my family won't ever allow me to live down my past, especially with everything they believe I did is FUCKING INACCURATE. I did NOT pull a knife at age 13 on my Nana that day when I had a belt whipping! I had the knife to try cutting myself.
I did not hit my grandmother that day when she tried to throw me out the house. I was about to leave and gather my stuff when she kept manhandling me and I kept trying to push her off of me or yank my hand free when she grabbed my wrist. I had a cup of applesauce in my hand, which went all over the place in the process. And the final time she kept coming at me, I pushed her forcefully enough to have her fall back. I did not approach her, I stopped, being that I didn't mean to knock her over!
I did not steal her 20 bucks from her purse, back in elementary school! I've earned that money, drawing for other students during indoor recess from Louisa, whom I didn't know her name at the time. "Are you calling your grandfather a liar?" I only gave in so he wouldn't beat my ass!
I'm sick of it. The fact they fucking believe this shit is a demonstration for their unwillingness to listen to me, as evidenced by their aggression when I tell them how wrong they are. So, they fucking make me out to be this evil, manipulative child, when I'm not... especially around people. This is part of the reason I don't want to get involved with girlfriends and shit... or anyone. Or why I cannot find happiness.
Seems that the only way these deluded fucks will ever listen, is if I have them at gunpoint or beat down the alpha gorilla since "OH, NATE, YOU HAVE TO EARN YOUR RIGHT TO BE LISTENED TO, TO DEFEND AND STAND UP FOR YOURSELF!" Ha! When will that be by your standards? Fuck you!!!
I did not hit my grandmother that day when she tried to throw me out the house. I was about to leave and gather my stuff when she kept manhandling me and I kept trying to push her off of me or yank my hand free when she grabbed my wrist. I had a cup of applesauce in my hand, which went all over the place in the process. And the final time she kept coming at me, I pushed her forcefully enough to have her fall back. I did not approach her, I stopped, being that I didn't mean to knock her over!
I did not steal her 20 bucks from her purse, back in elementary school! I've earned that money, drawing for other students during indoor recess from Louisa, whom I didn't know her name at the time. "Are you calling your grandfather a liar?" I only gave in so he wouldn't beat my ass!
I'm sick of it. The fact they fucking believe this shit is a demonstration for their unwillingness to listen to me, as evidenced by their aggression when I tell them how wrong they are. So, they fucking make me out to be this evil, manipulative child, when I'm not... especially around people. This is part of the reason I don't want to get involved with girlfriends and shit... or anyone. Or why I cannot find happiness.
Seems that the only way these deluded fucks will ever listen, is if I have them at gunpoint or beat down the alpha gorilla since "OH, NATE, YOU HAVE TO EARN YOUR RIGHT TO BE LISTENED TO, TO DEFEND AND STAND UP FOR YOURSELF!" Ha! When will that be by your standards? Fuck you!!!