CircumcisedClown
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>Bro, do you ever miss the good old days?
>Do you ever find yourself sitting there, reminiscing on the good times, wishing you could go back in time?
>Don’t you just wish you could live highschool over again?
Actually, no, I don’t. I don’t look through old photo albums. I don’t reminisce with my parents about the old days. I don’t fantasize about my highschool life.
Because it fucking sucked. It all fucking sucked. The closest thing I have to nostalgia is looking back when I was super young, and my brother and I would go outside and lightsaber fight with sticks so that we could get away from our crazy mom who was going manic again.
When I think of the “good days,” it’s before I even became a teenager, playing video games with my brother before my dad came home and bitched at us again. My life wasn’t particularly great before I hit 13, but once I did, it was a pure nightmare. My parents were narcissistic, religiously cultish freaks who socially ostracized me, which only made things worse since other kids already didn’t like me.
The only “good years” I had where when I was barely sentient, and even then, my life was still bullshit, but I could distract myself with simple joys despite being treated like shit by everyone. Things like a cool bug or a pretty sunset could distract me from how shit my life was because the world was new. I had a favorite closet I would go into to cry. It was my comfort spot.
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