i hate people with good parents
diary entry #2
life is so hard and it feels like its just going to get harder and harder. i recently made a song with one line from the lyrics being "no one told me i'd be alive" and it's more frustrating when I reflect. the unlucky gamble of neglectful and baneful parents and family, you don't realize how much you're set up for failure until you reach adulthood and realize that you don't know anything about the real/adult world, how to navigate, how to set up a bank account, fill out a job application, apply for school, to LEARN HOW TO DRIVE, etc. and it's even more antagonizing meeting adults with parents that actually applied these stills into their child before or helping them into adulthood, people who had support asking you "well, did you bother to ask?" "why don't you know how to do this/that?" i wish I had know it was an option.
to the people who actually have/had parents in their life to help guide them or teach them: realize that's genuinely a privilege. its a privilege to have nice/good parents that care and want to see u. its a privilege to have parents or someone in your life that isn't going to go silent on you or call you stupid or say "you're not aware of anything" and proceed to never teach you or even aid/guide you things that would help carry you in your adult life instead of having to learn everything from scratch and then time flies and your 25 but you still feel 19.
it must be such a privilegde to have someone tell you their story/childhood only for you to reply with: "well, why didn't you ask (your parents) or learn how to do it?"
it must be so nice to be ignorant that bad people can have children and raise them poorly without the obvious signs of abuse/neglect.
and some part of me hate you for that. whether its jealousy or just agitation that you cannot look past your own privilege lenses.
cherish the love you get from your parents because you really are lucky.