ANYONE WANNA HEAR ABOUT MY TRASHY CHILDHOOD! NO? I DON'T CARE, HERE WE GO!
so I was basically the screw up of the family. I broke everything I touched and left a mess everywhere I went. I was "boyish" in my mother's words, and I was really really clumsy. Which my sisters took as an invitation. Everything that happened would be blamed on- you guessed it- your mom! It was all blamed on me because I was an easy target. It was so believable that I would make these mistakes. Eventually, mistakes were just what was expected of me. It's always Sprinkle's fault. Sprinkle did it. Even now I'm blamed for things I didn't do. And even now I blame myself for things I didn't do. Like your mom- I'm sorry I'll stop saying your mom. My defense mechanism is comedy. It comes with being the youngest. Funny haha to lighten the mood. Argument? Funny haha. Awkward silence? Funny haha. Said something too depressing? Funny haha. My childhood was absolute garbage. I grew up thinking I was the worst at everything. And that made me stop trying. And here I am with grades slipping through my fingers and no passion left for anything at all.