Dear parents
Dear parents,
Do not blame your child for something that happened to you.
Do not disown your child because of their sexuality or gender
Do not make fun of/not allow your child to listen to the music that saved their life
Dear parents,
Do not blame your child for something that happened to you.
Do not disown your child because of their sexuality or gender
Do not make fun of/not allow your child to listen to the music that saved their life
My account is mainly me venting about life. So get used to this.
I've never wanted to run away this much before
Stop choosing your ass of a husband over your children.
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How is it that my parents can yell and scream at me and make me feel like shit, but when I defend myself, I'm "talking back" and "pulling an attitude"?
And apparently needing food is "bugging". Too expensive. "Don't eat. Whatever."
But God fucking forbid that your 1 year old daughter and 3 year old son don't eat one meal.
Telling me to go to my room isn't a punishment for me, so come up with a better one since you "know best".
Once you've taken my technology, don't take away my fucking keyboard. That's where I can play music and express myself. Don't. Take. That. Away. From. Me. Too.
I'm done with their crap.
I'm done with the yelling. The blaming. The tattling.
And you know what the excuse is every single time?
"We're adults. We can do what we want. You're just a kid."
"He can do that. He's an adult."
"You don't get a say in anything. You're just a kid."
Yes, I am aware of the fact that I am, indeed, not an adult.
And I haven't exactly had the best childhood. I haven't had the typical "childhood experience".
Now I'm a teenager. And I'm not having the best teenage experience.
I do what you say. I listen. I try. I get things done.
It's not enough.
It will never. Be. Enough.
I will never be enough.
Forgive me if I tend to stay in my room and listen to music and draw.
Forgive me if I tend to not leave the house in days.
Forgive me if I tend to "overreact".
Forgive me.
I've been subscribed for a long while, and I've been binge watching your videos lately. I just love you so much, and you make me so happy.
I'm incredibly proud of you for coming this far.
And, in my opinion, you deserve more than 1 million subscribers. Hell, you deserve more than 2 million.
Remember this; we love you, Ethan. And we're so proud of you.
Love you💙
Another post about me that you will probably skim over. Or completely ignore.
I've been having horrible self esteem lately. Every time I look at myself, all I see is fat here, fat there. Some unclear skin over there.
And it fucking sucks ass.
It's so stressful having to carefully plan what you're going to wear every morning before school because you want to look your best but you also want to be comfortable but you also don't want skin tight but you also don't want too baggy of clothes.
See the problem?
I don't know what to do.
Continue scrolling. Just had to vent.
This is just a little thing about myself.
Okay, so I have a case of synesthesia, in which my senses overlap.
I have two types:
1) associating feelings, emotions, and songs with colors and/or textures.
Example: depression is like holding grey rocks in hands that are painted black and blue, and crushing them into dust.
2) giving literally everything a personality or backstory. This includes numbers, letters, and songs.
Example: "Stressed Out" is a transgender male, who has a loving family but feels betrayed. He likes to write poems. Feels lukewarm.
So yeah. Hope you learned some more about me.
CrankThatFrank
+aesthetic+
~stay in your lane, boy~
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