pettiness is starting to upset me more. like i know suffering isn’t a fucking competition or whatever, but it’s one of those things where its like oh your sister didn’t get you the bag you wanted for your birthday? yeah, well my sister fucking kicked me in the stomach so god damn hard i had to lay on the floor for 30 minutes and keep in my fucking pain and all i got from my god damn mother was a ‘im sorry. you’re doing a great job’ as if im doing a great job being my sister’s fucking punching bag. or like when girls complain about boys and how they won’t go out with a specific boy because he got his hair cut when im sitting over here like he fucking manipulated and abused me for a full fucking year and now i cant look at myself naked the same god damn way without thinking about him and you won’t go out with him because he got his hair cut? or like when they complain about how their mother is so protective of them like please shut the fuck up do you know how it fucking feels to have a mother that doesn’t give a flying shit about you and when you go to your mother to get help and try to escape from your abusive sister all you get is a ‘i dont want to hear it’? i know i shouldn’t complain about this shit, but it makes it a whole lot worse.