sucky-parenting

Y’know, it’s funny that you mention it, cause, like, yeah—I’ve actually made some unexpected friends after the whole Weirdmageddon thing?  I guess a good life-and-death apocalypse situation kinda makes social ladders vanish completely, huh?

For example, I thought Robbie was just, like, one of those goth weirdos that grew out of pods in the back of Edgy On Purpose or something.  But turns out, he’s actually pretty chill?  We both kinda bonded over how sucky our parents can be, and he loaned me some of his CDs in exchange for some of my makeup.

Not that I can’t afford all these CDs or whatever, but honestly?  Half of these bands are mega obscure and, like, I wouldn’t have even known they existed without his help.  I mean, have any of you guys even heard of “The Handlebar Bros?” Weird, but cool.

As for Gideon, not gonna lie, he’s still ultra creepy at times.  But I did find out he had some pretty good hairstyling tips, so we’re kinda testing the waters talking about that or whatever.  I dunno, things are still pretty weird there, considering he’s got wanted criminals following him around wherever he goes and stuff, but like, they’re not too bad.  

They’re basically butlers, just…on parole. I can live with that. Kinda.

But honestly, the coolest person I’ve started hanging out with is probably Wendy Corduroy.  Like, okay, I thought she was kinda a redneck lumberjack at first? (Redneck, not redhead, though, well, I guess she’s still the second one).  But like, despite that whole Northwest/Common lumberjack tension or whatever from that whole haunted mansion thing, she and her family are actually pretty…great?

I mean, her dad’s kinda wild…I think he like, wrestled a bear once or something…but Wendy and her brothers really know how to like, have fun and stuff!  And just, like…I dunno…she’s got a brother about my age, and he’s…sorta cute…

I mean, ugh!  Not like I’d ever date a Corduroy or anything. 

No, seriously, I wouldn’t. Cool as they are, they smell like yaks and tree bark. 

Friends or not, that’s just, like, not my type.

♔Pacifica N♢rthwest♔

It Get’s Better

Hey, I don’t normally write these but that last ask I got about suicide had me thinking I should really reach out to my younger followers.

Because, I want to promise from the bottom of my heart with every sincerity, it gets better. Whether you are LGBT+, mentally ill, had a sucky childhood or bad parents, or just having a really hard time, this too will pass. Being young and vulnerable and scared is probably the most difficult time in a person’s life and above all else your feelings of fear or anxiety or depression are valid.

Life is hard. 

You may feel alone, nevertheless, everyone you ever meet is struggling and suffering and I know you feel alone, that no one else hurts like this, but I promise they do- and they got through and so can you.

It gets better. So, please stick around to see that, I will personally be in awe of whatever you become. I dropped out of middle school for a year when I was 14, I got truancy in highschool my freshman year, I tried to take my own life a couple times and spent awhile in the hospital. None of those were the end, none of these defined me or cursed me to a life of misery.

No matter your past or what you’re going through it gets better, with time, with help, with age, with your own personal strength you discover.

I do recommend getting help, therapy can really help- even if you believe it can’t, medication personally saved my life and I recommend trying to see if it’s for you. So please, no matter what, endure, endure, endure, and life can be better, people are good, you are good, you are loved and can get through is.

literally one of the worst things ever is when a parent is ruthlessly yelling at their child while the child’s friend is in the car with them. like, it’s bad enough without anyone around, but parent, you are not only humiliating your child but making another uninvolved person extremely uncomfortable. when you’re the friend, you feel helpless and immensely bad for the one getting scolded, and when you’re the kid, you feel like scratching your face to shreds and melting into the car vents. when you’re the parent you’re just an asshole.

Hey poor kids-

Have you ever been describing the economic situation you grew up in to your wealthier cohorts and then have them immediately and weirdly bring up how sucky their parents are out of nowhere like it’s the same thing?