the state that i am in

kinda interesting to think about. in a lot of ways, i feel like i raised myself. i was alone a lot of the time, reading. i feel like the things i read and the shows i watched and the music i listened to made me who i am, maybe more than my parents. it’s sad, but i think most of the good things that i like about myself i got from things i discovered myself, and most of the anxieties i got from my family. 

i forgive them for it. i think i would have done whatever i wanted anyway. i had the internet, and it led me into a world of impossible to quantify knowledge. i could learn about anything, and so i did. i spent so much time as a kid staying up all night just reading. maybe i’m misremembering it. but i know whenever i had a question about something, i googled it. my mom never gave me a sex talk...i read about it online. i don’t think she could have known that was what was going to happen. we didn’t have that sort of understanding about the internet back then. and they tried to stop me lol. they’d turn off the internet at night. but i’d just load up pages and pages of things to read later (mainly fanfiction...how on brand)

JK Rowling: These two characters can turn into a black dog and a werewolf