I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.
- me: instantly jumps to worst possible conclusion
My mom overannunciates when she’s around people of a different race, and when she’s around people of a different class, she starts using bigger words. My entire family thinks they’re better than everyone, but they’re racist as fuck. I keep thinking about how their behavior is reflected in mine.
My relationship to each member of my family is nuanced and complicated and at least slightly stressful. I don’t know what to do and I feel like I’m gong crazy. My mom gets angry at people for having emotions, which is a behavior I’ve developed recently. My brother is nice until he’s around my parents. At least I realized that I don’t want to be what my parents want me to be. Ever. That person is a manipulative and fucked up person who is mean to almost everyone ever.