Magic In The Mundane

I don’t want to rant on Facebook. I don’t really have anywhere to rant to. Yay tumblr. I can’t stand being at home, it is such a toxic environment. Being myself around my wonderbread family does not work. It is not healthy to have to be on my toes at all times. Favoritism does not work. Everything I say being challenged does not work. Why is burning incense a huge deal when my younger sister can spend nights at her friends apartments on school nights.. Why can’t I say I take CBD and it benefits me greatly (my brother is studying at school!!!) without being demeaningly asked why tf I’d ever have to take it. Maybe I can’t tell you about my chronic depression and new anxiety/ptsd and ADHD because you’ll just have more demeaning things to say. Remember when my anorexia really kicked off in 10th grade and you guys didn’t notice my weight loss? I can’t tell you about ANYTHING I’ve faced in life because you guys are the most judgmental people I’ve ever met. I hate knowing my family probably will not be in my future much. I wish I had a relationship with either parent. I’m sorry I don’t like rules and am challenging at times, but your requests have no support or logic behind them. I am not submissive enough to do things your way just cause you want them like that, when there are smarter and easier ways to do things. Being a leo with a scorpio mom and taurus dad does not work. I hate that I’m looked at as a drug addict when I’ve been the cleanest I ever have been and my use has never been known to them. “Do me a favor and don’t overdose… The last thing I need to hear is a call that you’re at some dudes house fucked up unable to get home,” says my dad. Thank you. you truly make me want to. My mom says I love you now for the first time in my life because every time I leave she thinks she’s going to get a knock on the door or get a call from jail. You guys know everything in this house echoes.. you don’t have to talk about me when I’m a room over. You guys make it well known I’m not wanted here, I’m trying everyday to get out, you don’t need to keep asking when I’m leaving. Trust me, I’d be letting you know. 

Witchy Art Prints by LiezelBeermanArt