why do i even try to have a good day?
so i decided id do some painting. and it came out really nice. i decided that id show it to some people close to me. everyone loved it. i decided to show it to my dad. wont send. ok ill message mom. “his account got hacked”. and you couldnt take the 2 seconds it takes to send a message letting his miles away, gone for 18yrs, suicidal daughter know? honest to fuck, why do i bother. and on top of this, like she does every time i message “hey the kids are doing awesome”. you mean the kids that came from the children that cant even take care of themselves? those kids?
ill never understand why i keep trying with those 2.
i dont need a fucking mom and dad
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Painting is really relieving