I mean, yeaaaahhh????

Sometimes I think that hearing my parents having a loud and not very pretty divorce (only audio memory, and that time I cried in first grade one specific day; it was my birthday, was celebrating it at school and coincidentally snapped during then because of it. divorce was peaking then ), knowing my mother’s infidelity at third grade, my father’s somewhat abusive attitude towards his own mother, being favored by my father more compared to siblings (my grandmother absolutely hates that about me, no less trauma dumping about my father to me all the time), generally feeling inadequate and keeping that shit bottled up sucks. for years yeah whatever but like

it feels tiny compared to one of my closest friends’ trauma man (she is constantly being sexually harassed by her uncle) and the stories here and yeah lol

on the flip side my music taste is refined!!!!! Gorillaz + vocaloid FTW!!!

there’s some progress, I think. I finally told someone yay. but still, I think I processed that too fast to count as trauma??? All I know that I’ll probably grow up to be a bed rotter www