I haven’t written for months and I come back with another random thought that is quite unhappy and not really welcoming to the wonderful and awesome new year (insert sarcasm here)
I think I’ve mentioned it before that I am the youngest in my family. As in the baby of the family. As in 14/10 years younger than my siblings. As in my parents don’t want me to grow up and are completely smothering me. Ugh. I really don’t feel like my age a lot of times because they always make the decision for me. And I just let them! I don’t even know why but I let them! Or else…. I’ll suffer the consequences.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents to the moon and back. I’m willing to do everything for them. But I feel suffocated. Like really, really suffocated. Is there any way I can get out of this abyss?