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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