For twenty years, or ever since my true self came into existence...I have struggled with the fact that - although friends do come and go - my family has always been consistently inconsistent in my life. Of course, my mother would argue that her support of me and my life inherently, no matter what. I love her and I care about her, but I would, without a doubt, argue that point to the death. Support? What is support, really? And then I wonder what is love? I consider that my mother is disrespecting me by not knowing or understanding, while also taking in the aspect of not wanting to understand into account. I know that my mother "loves" me and she wants to be behind me no matter what I do...but who is supporting me and my life while she is running off at the mouth about how much I hate her, greatly dislike her, and disrespect her...when never once have those things escaped my mouth. Whilst she sits around belittling my so-called "philosophical" ideals.
I abide by my friends moreso than I do my family, because I guess, most of my life I have nitpicked every little thing I didn't like about each individual family member and made it my personal mission statement not to be like that...
There is more I want to say, but I don't have time.
I abide by my friends moreso than I do my family, because I guess, most of my life I have nitpicked every little thing I didn't like about each individual family member and made it my personal mission statement not to be like that...
There is more I want to say, but I don't have time.
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