To my family

 One of these days you will find me dead, I guarantee you that.

Fuck you both.

Don't patronize me wirth your love statements, your falsities intended to placate me, to get me out of my funk. I know the truth. You might hurt a whie after I'm gone, but you will get over it and live life like I never happened. Meanwhile, you're stuck with me, so deal with it. Like I have to deal with you all the fucking time, 24/7. You have successfully chipped away at me, killing me little by little every day.

I don't have time for this shit.

Stop scrutinizing parents.

  I'm so sick of all the criticism around how I raise my child, all the posts and articles about what you're doing wrong as a parent and to stop doing this and that. I'm doing the best I can as a parent, all us parents are doing the best we can. We're doing what we think is right for our children. Fuck you if you don't like it or it's different than what you're doing. Leave us alone and let us raise our kids.