It hurts. Hurts. Hurts. Hurts.
(this makes no sense. It’s a vent. Not thinking straight. I don’t know if it’s tw so just. I don’t know.)
[[MORE]]Every day paralysis for hours with mom asking “need help?” and not helping. Scary woman. Scary. Scary. Feeds me sweets and desserts over and over and over andnober.
Lately it’s paralysis with heartracing. It hurts. I hate this. Boyfriend told her and she will call a doctor so she put a message to a doctor, that’s good, we wanted emergencies but that won’t happen, maybe tomorrow. It hurts. It hurts. She’s broken lol.
Uncle keeps thinking I’m weak. Even though he still talks with the ones that made me disabled. That I shouldn’t have dolls that it’s bad that I’m not properly raised that I’m lazy. But also apparently saw dad do much worse things to mom and I and mom let them happen and just. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. All of them.
It’s funny so funny when the family member you admired talks to one of the few people who you thought understood you. In public. A video. Everyone can see. Saying we basically bad family. Even though I was the baby closed in a small window space by his wife because she didn’t like me crying. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. KILL ME.
(not for real tho I don’t want them to die and I don’t wanna die either it’s the first time I say die about them actually but I really. Really. Am. Tired.)
Another funny thing is I usually don’t care about my family but today I exploded and the thoughts was about them. I’ll be ok. It’s just a vent art text thing. It’s ok.
