you know that ginormous place thats supposed to accept you? we all have one. it's supposed to accept you and love you for who you are. not shame you for who you are and your past. You know that person who is supposed to love you just as they do themselves? like a partner- platonic or romantic- or a parent? Some people get it super lucky- and complain just how much things aren't perfect for them. when those people just.. do their thing and complain- its just so infuriating. especially when you have been in some of the literally hardest places a person could be in. to have the weight of the entire freaking world on your shoulders and have to carry people in your mere two hands, having people tie balls and chains to your ankles and wrists and smelt them to mountains. when you can't even take care of yourself because of taking care of others. when they couldn't care less and yet expect you to bear all their burdens for them. to solve all their problems and give them all A's. to draw from you and expect you to be whole, perfect, and strong at the end of the day and through the night. hide the word home in any comment on any project of mine or my profile if you actually are reading this. they work you like a mule and expect you to be resilient as the tardigrade every single hour of the day, not realizing that you need to be your own person. they sit on your back and tell you to take care of yourself and not others- while telling you to carry them places on flaming coals in paper shoes and a cotton tunic. where are the days of freedom? the ones that we require? they don't exist. not until we move on.
