“What do you mean you don’t want to keep going anymore?”
“Back in our times we didn’t get what you’re getting.”
“You’re ungrateful. Lazy. Spoiled little princess. Don’t you realise what we have done for you?”
I hang up.
Sob.
My face is as screwed up as who I am.
My tears are as abundant as the baby’s which I was.
Maybe it’s good
So the only thing else that they’ll have to pay for with their hard work is my coffin and funeral and corpse transportation fees.
The end.
The peace which comes from nothing.
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Don’t let them get to you. They do not understand. Sometimes people do not understand, and their opinion is as useful as me pretending to know rocket science.
Don’t blame yourself for anything. You are a human being hurting. There is nothing wrong with you.
They are my PARENTS.
That doesn’t matter,
This is you and you come first in your life, they can come first in their own lives
So while because of some cosmic randomness in the evolutionary chain in biology that lead to a particular gene pool, combined by 2 sets of chromosomes that just happened to end up as your donors, is not an excuse for detrimental physical or emotional allegiance
Love is support, forgiveness, to help pick us up when we stumble, but allowing us to in the first place.
Love is not a cage, Life is not confined, it wants to be,
blossom and grow, to Live, wild and free.
It’s not your duty to them, it’s their privilege to you
your only duty is to yourself, that you are all you can be, as best and happy you want and can
it is their privilege to be a part of that, they have the option to help, but no right to hinder or dictate, what that you is or might be, because it’s You, not them
They are financially supporting me at the moment. If I don’t respond to their patronising then they would hint at the fact that I am entirely at their mercy financially, like they could take me off the country and choose to withdraw all their money and I could starve if they wanted.
I don’t know why this gets me so upset and tears are streaming down my face right now but I despise it when they do that.
Maybe I am just a powerless child inside.
It’s a terrible power a Father and Mother can hold over a child
seemingly unmatched by all the horrors of the world.
Parents love, is there anything more to a child, Life and Death on its own
I hope you manage to illuminate them a little and make them understand your needs, convince them to respect your desires.
When I hear you sing I can hear pain and sadness, and part of me, as the bastard I am, would like it to not go away, because you sound so beautiful.
But I got this idea, without pain and sadness, maybe some happiness you would sound every bit as beautiful, and such I wish that to happen
Something about the thought of you distraught, however beautiful it makes you sing, fills me with a sorrow, like something profound is clearly wrong in the cosmos: she NEEDS to be happy, how could she not, it’s her, she has to be made happy.
I hope your parents listens, and I hope someone near you listens, so you get be happy
It is really frustrating because parents can only parent as well as their own parents did. I can hear my grandmother in what my mother says, and she’s not particularly empathetic or compassionate.
And I am so glad to hear your supporting words. Thank you.
You poor girl I’m so sorry. Is there anyone else you can stay with? Uncle, aunt, relatives, a friend? Is there someone that will be empathetic with your situation? Look, please, and if you can’t maybe find a shelter for runaway teens or the homeless.