I hate to say it but mornings like this just make me think about all the really shitty things my parents do, and have done, that I don't tell anybody and don't write about. It always feels terrible and never ending and I'm too lazy to finish texting the whole story, or I feel like it's getting too boring for anybody else. A lot of the time I just want to curl up and pretend life never happened, and at certain times I really wonder why I caved and bought sleeping medication.
I don't even know what to do with myself and I really don't think I want to hear about how okay it's going to be or how it'll all be fixed when I move out. It won't be.
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