They ask why i need constant approval from others. I believe this is because of the few months i lived with my grandmother. She was a perfectionist. Nothing was good enough for her. Or so i felt. Always saying i was in the way and how i couldnt do anything right. By my mothers side through thick and thin even though i had no idea what was going on or how immoral it was. i remember the stress that radiated off of her when she came home from work trying to provide for her two children on her own. i remember my father showing up rarely to sprinkle us in gifts and force us to chose a favorite. i wanted to please everyone. i still do.
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Non-FictionJust a journal of my feelings, thoughts, and things i'd never say but need to.
