ArtikWind

Every day, I tell myself that I'm beautiful. Do I believe it? No :)!! But it sure beats telling myself I'm ugly.

This is Mattheo. He loves his personal space.
          This is Nyx. She also loves Mattheo's personal space.

I have wanted a dog for as long as I can remember. I have literally begged my parents to let me have a dog. But now that I'm literally less than a month away from moving over 17 hours to go to college, they're like, "Do you want a dog? Here's a dog you can have if you want it." Thank goodness I'm more mature than you and can realize that I don't have the time for a dog.

No I don't "like being angry," I have just gotten so tired of putting up with your shit for the past 18 years that I'm trying to deal with it and confront you about it all at once, and it's a lot, and confrontation makes me angry, so now I'm angry a lot all at once. I'm not just being spoiled, I'm exploding from over 18 years of pressure.

I was talking to my dad the other day, and I mentioned that one of my teachers suggested I go to a therapist for some of my issues.
          My dad deadass goes "What issues? You don't have any issues"
          Tooooooootally.
          Nothing to see here.
          No issues whatsoever.
          See the thing is I actually have pretty good parents. But they absolutely refuse to acknowledge the areas that they have gone wrong, and expect me to be perfect because their parenting skills are perfect.

Hey remember that year you called me lazy all the time 'cause I barely ever did my schoolwork? Yeah I was extremely depressed and suicidal and barely survived that year. The only reason I did survive is because of my music teacher who never forced me to do music, instead just let me talk about how I was doing. You never helped, you only made it worse.
          So now that I'm sliding back again? I'm not going to go to you for help.

"Are you okay?"
          No I'm not but it's your fault I'm not okay so I can't tell you that because you see no harm in what you're doing so it's obviously not your fault, therefore making it my fault, making me even more not okay.
          "Yeah, just tired"