Oh fuck.

Family, lovely isn’t it.

I remember when I was younger, my life was more peaceful because I suppressed the memories of my brother’s abusive behaviors. But as we keep fighting more and more, those memories resurfaced. Also parents are yell at me all the time. Mom why? 😢 You were supposed to protect me… where was that protection when I needed you the most.

Omg I remember that day when I told my mom I wanna kms then she said she regretted giving birth to me.

Now she’s telling me she loves me and when I confront her about it she never meant the bad thing she said.

Bipolar much?

Or it’s filial piety bs. Fucking hell. Fucking confucious runing lives from the grave.