If someone has something I want, I become resentful of them and talk shit about them. I hide my insecurities with unwarranted hatred, just like my mum. I never wanted to be like her, but I am. I’m brash, I talk shit constantly about people that I’m jealous of, and I drink. (im a minor but my mum doesn’t care) I love that little buzz I get even after just a beer or two and it’s like nothing can bother me. And if I have more than two? I’m on top of the fucking world, baby.
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I’m happy that I’m nothing like my parents, I just wish I could get the hell away from them and never have to see them again, I’m nothing like my parents but I don’t want to be, I dislike everything about them and I feel shame and disgrace at just knowing they are my biological parents. If those are my parents (apparently) life will never be worth living.