I want to scream at my parents and cry but that would just piss them off. they don’t care about how I feel. it like they get angry that I feel thing that aren’t happiness? like they don’t want to allow me to be angry
it’s so irrelevant- my existence and small moment like this, when I’m sad and alone - but it feels like a defining moment of my life because I’m on the brink of fucking ki//ing myself
So why do I want so desperately to be perfect? I try so much a yet do so little. even those small thing are so hard. they shouldn’t be. it irritates me.
.....im really sad.
but it’s a bad, bad mindset become those things are supposed to be pleasurable. why aren’t they? why can’t I enjoy life for what it is and strive to be perfect? I can’t be and I want. when I fail even slightly I completely give up.