You need to believe me when I say this, mother is a sympathy fucker with fucked up values. She thrives on sadness.
Father was a barbaric caveman.
They have kinda changed but not completely.
They need to work on themselves a lot.
When I say they are doing something intentionally, you need to believe me.
I don’t want to live with them anymore, I’m dying inside everyday.
If I can place some distance between us, everything will fall into place.
It’s fucking hard.
No one in this world can do what I’m doing.
rachana rajan <3 