So, for homework I had to watch a video about a father and sons relationship.
I couldn't even finish the video. 5 minutes in and I began crying.
I don't even know why, but I guess...
It reminds me that sometimes that there are people there for me and I can count on them. Yet it also reminds me of the now dead voice who used to tell me that I hated my family when I don't.
I suppose, I kind of related to the video. My parents and I fight sometimes, but only little arguments. And I'm a huge fuckin emotional and moody person, so when I get scolded I feel guilty and upset.
That's when the dead voice would come in.
Telling me that I don't need my family, and that they're worthless. Pfft.
I've lost that voice long ago. I'm not about to let it come back now.
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RandomDepression. It's a fearful thing, it can destroy a single life in a few seconds. Words, painful words. Names, pathetic, loser. This is my story.
