I’m still laughing every time I see this, lolol. Being assholes to each other.

They repress me from giving them an attitude, as if I don’t have the right. They’re my parents, and I should show my respect, but where’s the justice in that if I have to show my respect to people who, at times, don’t deserve it and their only reason being their authority over me. It’s such a closed off relationship and whenever I try to be open, I feel like it’s all just artificial flavoring added to something that’ll never turn out the way everyone wants it to be. 

Fatigue, stress, and all that other hooplah. Everything is crashing into me sideways, and when I look at things optimistically, something always brings it back down. It’s hard keeping your head up when all you want to do is look down and carefully watch each step at a time. I’ve been keeping to myself, but of course, that eventually takes its toll. I barely even know how to associate with other people. I haven’t stepped out of my comfort zone in a while because my fears just keep holding me back, but I honestly, I look for opportunities to take a breather and step out into the real world, where things aren’t fixated on the expected. The only thing is, is that I run away all the fucking time and play it the safe way out. I know that’s a good thing, in a sense, but I feel like it takes away the excitement I’m always yearning for. God, what the fuck, I’m like one huge contradiction. I don’t know. I’m doing me for now, I guess. 

God, like what the fuck is wrong with me.

Stop feeling like a fat shit. Stop beating yourself up for eating. Stop hating your body. Stop stop stop. Keep telling myself that but it’s not working. Fck.