Woke up to my parents arguing. Got woken up by arguing. They went out of town on business this weekend. Actually, it's not even arguing this time. It's just my mother lecturing my father because he obviously did something wrong. And he's just taking it because he knows he screwed up. This is even worse than a heated discussion; it's absolute succumbed and realized defeat. Which makes things the saddest cause of the condescending. Family and business should never come together. I'm glad I got out. But I still need to get completely away from this, I can feel the chains continue to pull me down. This never becomes easy at any age, I feel like a small child again, every time. Maybe I still am.
At any age, hearing your parents argue is never comforting and always still unsettling.
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- mynameisjane
- hi, with warning. i am entirely damaged and crazy with masochistic tendencies and an addictive self-destructive personality. but i am in the trials of self-recovery- though thoroughly failing in the process, here's to hoping- one day- someday. in form of pure tried articulation of the written word, this space keeps the highly erratic and darkly emotional self reflection of my contemplative life with bits of sunshine scattered in between. i am a mess; i absolutely create disasters and inevitably fuck everything up. so decide if you are one who actually thinks and chooses for his own mind or one who is fated to predestined cowardice, forever running away like the rest of the narrow minded sheep in this world and unable to embrace the violent and bittersweet storm of harsh realness.
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