Written on February 17th, 2013
I have been told by my parents my entire life that I have not lived up to their expectations. They do not appreciate anything I do, and they tell me just how little they appreciate me on a daily basis, no matter the effort I put forth to impress them. They love hitting me -not just with words- for the simplest of things. I have been choked, and beaten into a corner, and so much more, that it has all just meshed with the good in my life, forming a massive blob of neutralism.