
UninformedLover
"We will fight this together...as a family."
- Nov 12, 2019
- 304
I am so.. inherently sad. It's a feeling I can not escape. I am annoyed at my own redundancy but this is the truth. Nothing seem to be enjoyable anymore. I'm tired of living like this. I'm tired of living. I can't even count how many times I teared up this week at the meer thought of my shitty existence. I feel like an old worn out sock that's been through the wash cycle 16 times.
No one will ever understand. No amount of talking my feelings out will solve anything. I did everything I could. I got professional help, I did all the stupid coping methods. So why do I stil feel this way? I don't understand it.
My mom has abused me all my life. It shaped my personality..who I am..what I feel. I hate who I am. I'm am just like my mother minus the drug addiction. How disgusting.
For a while I just tried to forget about it but to no avail. I get so worked up thinking about it. It's not fair. I was never a bad kid so I don't understand why she'd beat me and call me such horrible names. Once when I was young she beat me and slammed my head into a microwave all because I bought an ugly coat with my dad.
I can never forgive her and never will. She ruined me. Often,more times than I'd like to admit I dream of having different parents, a different family one who loves me and doesn't get mad at me for any trivial thing. One that doesn't scream at me for being mentally ill.
My life ultimately serves no purpose other than to be my mom's faux therapist,maid and punching bag. How exciting.
No one will ever understand. No amount of talking my feelings out will solve anything. I did everything I could. I got professional help, I did all the stupid coping methods. So why do I stil feel this way? I don't understand it.
My mom has abused me all my life. It shaped my personality..who I am..what I feel. I hate who I am. I'm am just like my mother minus the drug addiction. How disgusting.
For a while I just tried to forget about it but to no avail. I get so worked up thinking about it. It's not fair. I was never a bad kid so I don't understand why she'd beat me and call me such horrible names. Once when I was young she beat me and slammed my head into a microwave all because I bought an ugly coat with my dad.
I can never forgive her and never will. She ruined me. Often,more times than I'd like to admit I dream of having different parents, a different family one who loves me and doesn't get mad at me for any trivial thing. One that doesn't scream at me for being mentally ill.
My life ultimately serves no purpose other than to be my mom's faux therapist,maid and punching bag. How exciting.