Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
My brother just posted on his socials that he asked our parents if they were happy with their lives and that they said yes, which is crazy because every time I'm the one asking they always deflate and say no, that they wished it had been different, that they're tired but they're too old to try and change anything so they're just going to wait it out until death. So either they're lying to one of us, or a secret second thing I can’t conceive of.
I see the way they are looking at me and i know they wish i were different, so i smile and laugh pretending not to wish they were different as well.
If they refuse to let me go, they should at least keep their poison to themselves, just like they force me to do.
always the idiot with the slowest heart and lowest worth, right? go ahead, yell at me more, father and mother. tell me how useless, lazy, selfish and horrible I am. how i do everything wrong, how i screw everything up. won't matter anyways, when you see my maggot ridden, bloated, decomposing corpse, right? atleast it'll be quiet for me. no longer will i stare foolishly at your faces when you yell, no longer will i object vocally to anything you say.
i will give you the peace you want, mother , and father
Mommy issues and daddy issues aren’t something that should be sexualized. That’s all.