My own twisted nightmare.

If the words don’t add up, it’s usually because the truth wasn’t included in the equation.

there will be a moment when you realize you are more grown up than your parents are. this is the loss of childhood, my love. it is when you’re standing in the kitchen and one of your parents is screaming about something and you recognize: you will let them win the fight not because you are wrong, but simply because you know that they will keep shouting unless you drop the subject. you expect them to have childish understandings of things. they will hold onto their concept of the world as if it was not a changing thing. they must be right, and they must be somehow more right than you, always, in everything. their idea of control is so necessary to who they are that you just let it go.

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It takes about 2.4 seconds for me to go from, “This is the best day ever” to “I want to stab every f*cking person on earth”