How come it feels like parents just forget how it feels to be a teenager, sure they lived in different times but still teenagers with the same issues and the same emotions, big emotions. And how come they’ll never talk about it, at least even acknowledge that I’m hurting inside. I wish I could tell them. I wish I could open up to them. But they lost my trust long ago. And I wish dad could know I used to find comfort in his presence now it’s just fear. And I wish mom could know that when she criticized me I didn’t start hating her I started hating myself.
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