angelica

#bringbackdryhumping

Being the eldest daughter is like I never asked to be the second mom. Why can't you try to understand me as much as I understand you? I am not screaming; I just want to be heard and seen. Don't you notice the weight of your traumas that you've made me carry since I was 7? Why do you portray me as the villain for standing up for myself? I can never let myself exist freely because I have been so used to always being the responsible one and taking care of everyone. I am not short-tempered; I am just tired of trying to make people understand my point of view. I didn't ask to be the scapegoat; I didn't ask to become an example for others. Where is the childhood I was deprived of because I was the eldest daughter? You stripped me of my innocent joys because looking after my siblings was always supposed to be my first priority. You ripped me off a life I could have lived. I gave you my love, my flesh, my bones, and yet you taunted me for crying out for a life where I would be thankful to never have been born.