my mom hung up some clothes of mine on the doorframe and it seriously could not convey more "this guy dresses like a cartoon bully" if it got up and stole a kids lunch money
Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.
And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.
It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.
The light of its destruction is still making its way here. There are all sorts of places I can still see it from. So I can still say, “That’s where everyone I grew up with lives.” (Circular Time)
thinking about nyssa of traken, perpetual foreigner.
Stalin, known for his catchphrase, "call me the premier of the fashion union the way im Stalin!", facing off in the ring against his opponent, Leon "The Horse" Trotsky! I'm the WWE's Chairman Mao, coming at you NOT live from Communism! Zombie! Wrestlinggg!