My mother just barged into my room and asked me to do random shit. We talked a bit and she started venting her anger supposed to be directed at my dad (but can't because she is a pussy) at me.
I literally go out of the way to avoid any form of contact with her and this shit still happens.
I hid in my dark room and cried as she kept going on and on about past events (gaslighting mostly). This made me remember about the times she whipped me with a bamboo stick as a child, knowing full well my eczema made my skin more prone to wounds.
This is my final straw, no more games. I'm tired of all the meaningless struggles I had to go through. Now, I will only live for myself. Can't get girls, have shitty parents, ugly af? Fine, I'll cope with studymaxxing for now. Once I get a good job, I will have the last laugh.
I literally go out of the way to avoid any form of contact with her and this shit still happens.
I hid in my dark room and cried as she kept going on and on about past events (gaslighting mostly). This made me remember about the times she whipped me with a bamboo stick as a child, knowing full well my eczema made my skin more prone to wounds.
This is my final straw, no more games. I'm tired of all the meaningless struggles I had to go through. Now, I will only live for myself. Can't get girls, have shitty parents, ugly af? Fine, I'll cope with studymaxxing for now. Once I get a good job, I will have the last laugh.
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