Woke up to my parents screaming at each other. Basically just an ego match cause neither can take criticism  without feeling the need for their voice to raise multiple decibels.
They knew when I had to wake up and continued to scream at the top of their lungs 45 min. before that time so I had to listen to every stupid, pointless word and couldn’t get back to sleep.
I let them know how considerate it was upon awaking and their response “It’s our house, and parents fight.” Ok fair enough, it’s my body and I’ll do what the fuck I want too.
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since when? Don’t giveup kitty!
It just sucks having these scars. They add to the depression. Even when I start to feel the depression lifting, I look in the mirror and I’m like “well, fuck”, there’s no changing this. 🙁 This really is hell.