Dear father, I hate going to your house I dread it You give me anxiety, make my head pound, and make me want to disappear And yet you say you don't notice? How can you not notice? How can you not change? When everyone told you over and over and over for fourteen years. Nothing changes. You're narcissistic, and I'm stuck. I can't fix it, make it get better. Everything you say is right. You criticize me and talk down to me. You manipulated my mind right from the start, it took me eleven years to realize what you're doing. And yet you deny doing anything wrong. So I'm telling it to you straight. I need to leave. From you. From your house. From your life. Maybe then I can live calmly and happily. And maybe, just maybe, you'll change. Like the many times you've done before but never stuck with. But maybe, if I tell you the truth of me needing to leave you, you'll finally see you're wrong and you're hurting me and everyone you meet. -me
Just a little rant bc why not :D Sorry, I just needed to write it and get it out ngl. ok byeeee
