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So, apparently, I don't know anything. I'm always the one to blame. I always mess up. I never know what I'm talking about. I'm never even taken seriously. My word is complete nonsense, and there's no way I could ever be right.
This is what I feel from my parents. It seems like everything I say is received in this kind of way. They don't see me as having good opinions. I apparently don't know anything about the world. And damn me to hell if I go up against them. I'll nearly get my face clawed off. I am sick of living in my own house. I have no comfort when I come home to this place.
This is why I am moving out. To keep my sanity and the feeling of worth that God reassures me with every cryfest I have in my bed.
This is what I feel from my parents. It seems like everything I say is received in this kind of way. They don't see me as having good opinions. I apparently don't know anything about the world. And damn me to hell if I go up against them. I'll nearly get my face clawed off. I am sick of living in my own house. I have no comfort when I come home to this place.
This is why I am moving out. To keep my sanity and the feeling of worth that God reassures me with every cryfest I have in my bed.