on being the daughter of the family

if my body could speak, blythe baird // i put the coffin out to sea, lisa marie basile // @/belovedbi // ? // been a son, nirvana // elektra, sophokles; translated by anne carson // ? // churching, kristin chang

3:13 pm at home

“Being around my family for an extended period of time makes me physically ill. I don't know how else to explain it…”

One of the worst realizations that I have ever made is realizing that all I ever wanted was to be loved by my parents. I never would've turned out like this if they just loved me unconditionally.

“I love you” until my daddy issues scare you away

being touch-starved [mother issues] and being touch-repulsed [father issues] at the same time

I have my father's rage inside of me. And it's getting bigger and bigger, I can't stop it this time. It's killing me, I don't wanna turn into him, I hate this man sooo much, he has ruined my life.

it's so funny how not being loved by my mother gave me a murderous rage whilst not being loved by my father gave me a clingy ass and an amazing sense of humor

Like Father, Like Daughter

When I look into the cracked mirror, I see the remnants of you. I hate how my nose is exactly like yours. I hope I can get it fixed one day. Your sister once said I had your eyes. You don't know how much I wished I could gouge them out. But you don't exist only on my face. I can feel it in my bones, and oh, they're too heavy for a girl. I hear it in my voice, and I speak as if I'm you. I run away from my problems, just like how you did years ago. Sometimes, I pretend they don't exist. You knew how to do that so well. Who was it that said that I was too loud? Did they not know it was the only way we communicated? Each time I stand in front of this mirror, I realize that I've become terribly lonely. My father never knew how to love, and I, who always messes up, know that too well. And I hate it, I truly hate it. I'm not my father, I'm not my father, I'm not my father, I repeat. But like father, like daughter goes the proverb… right?

🎉🎉 I WISH I WAS DEAD 🎉🎉

i hate my dad i hate my dad i hate my dad i hate my dad i hate my dad i hate my dad i hate my dad i hate my dad i hate my da

All my life I've been trying to paint a beautiful, happy picture of my parents to show it to the world, but no matter how many times I search the whole house I can never find the colour yellow and everytime I disappoint them a little they break all my colour bottles and now I'm only left with the colour black.

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Never heard my dad apologize for anything he did. Never heard him recognize his mistakes and say that he was wrong.

I'm sick and tired of him.