The thought that the parents in this life of mine were cruel and mean, but they were just trying to protect me from things that didn't belong in my heart. Me, who was just a stupid kid, thinks that the parents were "dramatic" of my actions. But they were just being real parents. I used to think they flew high enough just to make me sick to the stomach and never see me fly. Or that I was somewhat special to them, though I never thought of them as parents they just stand there asking me to say "I love you" to them which I never have and never will say due to me thinking that it's cringy. Still I wish for them to not deeply love me or adore me knowing that soon I shall be gone from this somewhat thing called "world". Yet until now I have noticed that it wasn't them who were the bad parents it was me who is the bad daughter they gave things they supposed I wanted but never gave me what I actually wanted, all I wanted was for them to pay attention to me go out with me and be with me.
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The Last Chance To Make Me Feel "Alive"
Randomthis isn't a story but paragraphs of wanting to find out about something and know what it is that I'm looking for in life
