Where I Talk About Random Stuff

Okay me and my brother are thinking to end it all for a long time because you are emotionally abusive even if you don’t know it. And maybe if you over come your own trauma then we wouldn’t even have the half of trauma we have now and maybe just maybe we could’ve been normal and my thoughts wouldn’t be so damn loud and I wouldn’t cry ever time I don’t know how to fix a problem and just give up. I wouldn’t have trouble to tell if I’m hungry or not. I wouldn’t be so numb and annoyed every time you step foot in the house. Maybe my brother would not use unhinged jokes as a cooping mechanism. Maybe we would be more dependent more normal.

God you want us to be normal like a normal family but we’re not because of you two.

My brother was suicidal since he was 10 and I was just an emotional mess when I was 7. Crying every time things don’t go my way or if I make the simplest mistakes. You guys didn’t care or notice.

You always wondering by why bother is so Immature because it’s a way for him to coop that you made him way to grow fast. In my child I remember my brother most. Taking care of me, playing with me, helping with my injuries, all the things you should’ve done more but you were gone to work which I can’t blamed you but when you do come home you yelled and hit us if we even make you the little mad. God and been wondering why we can’t just take to you.

You’re bad parents even now. Still yelling, still not patient, just you guys don’t hit us anymore but it doesn’t matter the damage is done.

You don’t understand how jealous I was when learn that some parents don’t hit you and they around, playing with you, being patient, letting you go with your friends, not keeping you from making emotionally bonds and not keeping you isolated.

Growing up you wanted me to have no friends. You wanted me to relay on you all the time. You don’t want me do normal stuff like go to there house, go eat ice cream, go have a sleepover. You keep isolating me and I don’t know if you know that but I hate your mom for that and you too dad. I don’t want to be like you ever with no friends and relying on one person who’s emotionally unstable. I can’t talk about my feelings because of you.