How The Hell Am I Supposed To Know?!

I appreciate my dad giving gifts of things he would like to do more often with us this year, but maybe he should have asked before he bought me something expensive because he bought me something my mom bought me years ago. So it kind of hurts double.

When you wake up hoping for magic and the most magic you get is that the liquor store is still open on your way home.

My brain cannot process where I went wrong, where life went wrong, why I don’t mesh with the world. What is wrong with me. What is wrong with life. ? Why am I never good enough: why can’t I just break through and do better? Why can’t I just enjoy life?

Why can’t it just be about me again

My mom always made my birthday extra special, it was a day about just me and what I wanted.

My feelings never matter as much as other people. It’s always been this way. And I don’t cave and give in to the other’s, then it’s my fault and the person gets mad at me. This is the way I grew up. And I guess it’s still the way I get treated.