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Alike opposites
Me and my mom only really get along when she's drunk and I'm high, we've always been this way escaping what we went thru the in the same way but differently, I try to mend our relationship by drinking with her but when i ask her to smoke she never wants to smoke with me... this isn't about our substance abuse
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My mother's mother made my mother into a replica
I've always hated my mom, how she makes everything seem like it's not a big deal or makes little things into a big deal, how she always puts me down and makes me feel like I'll never be enough, makes me feel like I have to love her, but then I look at times like this where we're on a family vacation and realized... she's her mothers replica but then I remember you don't become that way out of no where she was a scared kid like me doing anything to survive even if it meant hurting others because u thought u were in potential danger, then... I look at myself... will I become a replica?
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WAIT, ISN'T THIS THE SAME FISH AS
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OH MY GOD IT REALLY IS THE SAME FISH!!
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Will never get over this 😭😭😭
boutta mf break DOWN over "me? all I do is hurt people, there's no one left in the entire universe that cares about me"
AND THE LOOK ON HER FACE 😭😭😭
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based on this meme
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AGGHHHGHHH LOOK AT ALL OF THEMMM
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AND THE WAY GETO IS LOOKING ?!!??!
MY LOVES
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Bathroom floor blues
used to lock myself in the bathroom as a kid to get away the security of the only locked door and my imaginary world on paper to pretend i was there
Because kids don't really know how to process emotions do they? They don't know how to describe what the heavy feeling in their chest or put into words what they need
But I'm 17 about to be 18 and I'm still locked I'm that bathroom on the floor, except now it no longer sketch books, no I've lost motivation to draw, now it's empty twisted tea cans, a religiously smoked grape ice pod, and my trusty dab pen, because despite how I act and others my whole life telling me I'm mature for my age, I'm still a kid... I'm still scared I still don't know how to talk about my feelings or get rid of that heavy feeling in my chest, but it's fine ig I'd rather sit on this floor blasting mitski and drowning out my thoughts than ask for help
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