You raise that eyebrow every fucking time. I point it out. I get yelled at.
Can not be fucked for this anymore. I will just stop responding to you all together. If your reactions are only negative, and you dislike it if I point that out, then I have no more reason to respond at all.
I am not as good as you. Or him. And now I am starting to feel worthless.
For you, I am nothing. I have no purpose in your mind.
Family or not. I am nothing to you.
So that is how I shall behave.
Get me out of here. Please.
2014 (via dulcetive)
Realised that they no longer feel the need to listen. I am a voiceless child in a world that wants answers. Words reach only my own ears, unheard by those around me.
Over time I have drifted away, and now, I guess, the shore is too far off.
There are simple frustrations, but they make me who I am. We all have them. So why is this such a surprise?
I’m rambling, but then, I guess, that’s what happens when they turn me on silent.