Tuesday, May 2, 2017

perpetual paranoia

MY PARENTS DIDN'T HATE ME.  THEY WERE CLINICALLY DEPRESSED.  AND DEPRESSING. 


ALL THIS TIME I THOUGHT THEY HATED ME BECAUSE I WAS DIFFERENT AND I WAS.  I WASN'T DEPRESSED SO THEY TORTURED AND ABUSED ME TO BRING ME DOWN TO THEIR LEVEL.  IN MY BEST INTERESTS SO I WOULDN'T STAND OUT.  A PERVERSE FORM OF PROTECTION. 


AND MY SISTERS ARE JUST MEAN AND TRYING TO SURVIVE THE BEST THEY CAN, WHICH ISN'T VERY WELL. 


I WONDER IF THEY REALIZE THEY HAVE CHOICES?


I'M WONDERFUL, FULL OF WONDER. 

OH, YEAH.  YESTERDAY WAS MOM'S BDAY.



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