I've lost my appetite. I can't move from my chair. I'm struggling to type this. Why?
My parents were fighting again. Those fights where dad screams beyond his limit and mom can't help but cry. What were they arguing about?
A cake. Who gets to order mom a birthday cake between my dad and my aunt (mom's sister). There's some bad blood between the two of them so of course dad gets into a rage.
Jesus Christ, it's not even Spring yet. That's when he REALLY makes us carry his emotional baggage. Grandma's (Dad's mom) been dead for almost 20 years. Let it go!
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I am sick, and in so being I am the healthy one.
If my darkness or eccentricity offends you, I don't really care.
I will not apologize for being me.
There is no such thing as perfect. We are beautiful as we are. With all our imperfections, we can do anything.
17 Jan 2025, 7:51 pm
