untouched
I don't understand why I always try to communicate with them. I really don't. Why do i even bother to open my mouth and tell them how i'm doing in school and what I'm troubled by? I know they can't help me. They will just make me feel even wose. I'll jsut end up crying even mroe and feel even more upset. They will just thrust the knife embedded in my chest even deeper, the tears in my eyes more stinging.I tell them because i feel compelled to. THey are afterall, my parents, the beings who gave me my life on this earth.
I feel so distant from them, its like we're miles apart. I don't know anything about their thoughts, and they in turn, don't understand me.
Maybe we're jsut one f=of those stereotypical families who live in a nice big house and a nice car, and share a nice formal relationship with each other.
Nothing beyond that.
posted by Jame @ 11:24 PM
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