Having parents is so weird.
Like one day you're 3 and you woke up at 9 so you have to starve.
Or you're 6 and locked out after sunset because someone hit you and you reacted.
Or you're 11 and lying to social workers like my parents love me.
Or 12 and having to choose between period products and food.
Or you're 13, fresh out of the hospital and your mother offered to buy you pills to kill yourself with.
Or you're 14 and pretending that the exorcism worked because the next step is corrective rape.
Or you're 15 and you hide in a locker because someone yelled at you and they had a stick in their hand.
Or you're 16, and wishing you had cancer so your tits would be cut off.
Or 17, applying to universities based on how far away you can get but your siblings need you.
You're 18 and breaking every rule that was beaten into you and you're happy but the thoughts are there more frequent than family.