i hate going back to my hometown and having to remember my ex, i hate staying at my parent’s home and having to remember all the abuse, i hate my parents for making me feel like i wasted the last year and a half of my life on a career they don’t understand, i hate that they add to that little voice in the back of my head that already constantly tells me im a piece of shit, i hate that they blame me for the disconnect we’ve had in our relationship when it’s their own fucking fault a rift is there in the first place, and i hate that they can’t get it through their fucking heads that i have been diagnosed with a disability that proves to be a constant and unending struggle. maybe by the end of writing this i’ll feel a bit better but i don’t fucking know. 

/rant