I don't really talk to my parents but the tension and the resentment I have for them
follows me everywhere I go and colors everything that I do,from the people I meet to the shitty experiances that I have,it's not that I hate them or anything but it's
the unresolved conflicts of attention,affection, love and respect that I crave from them but never really acknowledged as a child..it's utter %§#&!ß-,I know but what can I say? i guess I do blame them for alot of my woes...i feel like i hate them both
but love them as well,this colors all of my interactions (or lack there of) in my
everyday life,even if I liked someone,I would end up messing it up somehow...