-CUPIDSFOOL

 ₊ ⋆ I just hate it when my mother is tearing down my self-esteem, inch by inch, until I am nothing but a crying mess that cannot form a full sentence without breaking down or stuttering the end of what’s left of my self-worth. 
          	
          	I hate it when my mother finds the tiniest, most unimportant thing, and tells me how bad I am at it. I cannot read the time on a non-digital watch. And yes, I am embarrassed about it myself, yet she always has to point it out during an argument. 
          	
          	Just like a snake, she first lets me believe that she won’t attack me, let me gain hope and comfort, but then in a blink of an eye, she has already attacked me without me noticing it at first. 
          	
          	I hate it that she always says that she “knows me best”. If you know me best, why do you keep saying that I am annoyed when I’m not ? If you know me best, why do you keep provoking me with things I am insecure about, when you know very well that I will be triggered by it ? If you know me best, why do you keep pointing out my biggest mistakes and embarrassing insecurities when I am at my weakest mental health state ? I hate how I cannot form a sentence in these situations without my throat going dry, and my eyes tearing up.

-CUPIDSFOOL

I hate how my father tells me that it is okay for my mother to treat me that way, only because she is my mother. “She does that because she loves you”, well it does not feel like that to me. 
          	  
          	  But what I hate the most with all the burning hate I have built up ever since I was a little girl, is the fact that I still love but also with the same breath hate my parents. It feels wrong to hate them, they are my parents, my everything, my parents… but it hurts so much to have them tearing me apart into little pieces, every day for years now. I’m just so tired of all this. ˚.⋆
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-CUPIDSFOOL

 ₊ ⋆ I just hate it when my mother is tearing down my self-esteem, inch by inch, until I am nothing but a crying mess that cannot form a full sentence without breaking down or stuttering the end of what’s left of my self-worth. 
          
          I hate it when my mother finds the tiniest, most unimportant thing, and tells me how bad I am at it. I cannot read the time on a non-digital watch. And yes, I am embarrassed about it myself, yet she always has to point it out during an argument. 
          
          Just like a snake, she first lets me believe that she won’t attack me, let me gain hope and comfort, but then in a blink of an eye, she has already attacked me without me noticing it at first. 
          
          I hate it that she always says that she “knows me best”. If you know me best, why do you keep saying that I am annoyed when I’m not ? If you know me best, why do you keep provoking me with things I am insecure about, when you know very well that I will be triggered by it ? If you know me best, why do you keep pointing out my biggest mistakes and embarrassing insecurities when I am at my weakest mental health state ? I hate how I cannot form a sentence in these situations without my throat going dry, and my eyes tearing up.

-CUPIDSFOOL

I hate how my father tells me that it is okay for my mother to treat me that way, only because she is my mother. “She does that because she loves you”, well it does not feel like that to me. 
            
            But what I hate the most with all the burning hate I have built up ever since I was a little girl, is the fact that I still love but also with the same breath hate my parents. It feels wrong to hate them, they are my parents, my everything, my parents… but it hurts so much to have them tearing me apart into little pieces, every day for years now. I’m just so tired of all this. ˚.⋆
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-CUPIDSFOOL

⊹   ࣪    ˖ I hate being an adult. My eighteenth birthday was only a week ago, still everything changed so drastically. Everyone expects so much from me, it’s just so suffocating, to never be good enough in their eyes. I have to sit up straight, while not looking too serious. I have to be independent, while not leaving my parents behind. I have to spend my whole day studying till I break down, crying out of frustration. Why is it never good enough if I’m just trying my best ? Why do I have to be perfect in a world that will always find a way to point out your flaws.  ⋆  ˙  ⟡

SuperBlueyGirlie15

@-CUPIDSFOOL you are so welcome
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-CUPIDSFOOL

@SuperBlueyGirlie15 aww thank you so much for your kind words !! they really mean a lot to me. i will try and focus on my happiness, just how you told me to ❤︎
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SuperBlueyGirlie15

@-CUPIDSFOOL you don’t have to force urself to be perfect. You are trying your hardest and as long as you are happy even if people who pull you down aren’t, then that’s all that matters  you got this
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waterlotuss

thank you so much for checking out my story!!
          your support means the world to me ♡
          I hope it brought a little magic to your day ✿

-CUPIDSFOOL

@waterlotuss thank you so much for the kind words !! I really enjoy and love reading your abby story. I haven’t seen many fanfiction about him, and yours is just so beautifully written that it allways takes my breath away ! I love your writing and it definitely brought a little magic into my day <33
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