Really cool and fun how my parents act all concerned about me the first time I decide to be honest about my symptoms, and make an active effort to invalidate them and shrug them off as just anxiety about the pandemic, despite the fact that I’ve repeatedly told them that I’ve been experiencing them for about 3-4 years. Very cool

Also cool of my dad to act like I’m some difficult annoying bitch and audibly sigh when I decide not to tell whether I’ve experienced those symptoms today (of course I wont tell you dude, why do that when you’re just gonna call me some teen going thru angst, despite the fact that im almost fucking 20) and make me feel like shit about not telling you. 

How fucking dare you make me out to be the villain when the reason I’m like this today is because of you and my mom 😃 how fucking dare you make me feel like more of a piece of shit than I already felt like today by putting the weight of your emotions on me (like they’re truly sincere anyway, it’s not like this is actually the first time you’ve bothered to ask me about my day and genuinely hear me out).

Maybe, just maybe, the reason you have never seen proof of those symptoms is because you never fucking bother to be around or ask about them. Or make the slightest effort to get to know me, at all.

So yeah, fuck you and fuck everyone else too. I literally regret telling you how I felt so very much. My feelings are justified and I even feel guilty about writing this at all. Fuck you