They’d say to you that your head looks like ass, like, a lot of times. Some dumbies call me the asshead even now. And what matters, Bronk, is that you’d have an ass-looking head instead of a head-looking ass, and these ass-thinkers are just jealous of you and hit your insecurities, for that’s what headasses do. To them, mental and rectal outputs are all the same.

This hurt my feelings but that’s just because of all the trauma.

For anyone reading this who went through some stuff, the fear instinct that you get when you remember the past has a silver lining, in that it can often buy you a second to figure out how you want to respond.

You’re loved, you’re needed in this world, and I hope that you will get to a place where you don’t have to be afraid anymore.

(If you get the chance, I always recommend moving to another state/country. Get space from your abusers if you can.)

And feel free to send me a message if you need to talk. I might not respond right away.

Breaking the cycle

It is the job of a parent to be better than their own, my Dad taught me that so I wouldn’t have to learn it the hard way like he did

Do you have any idea what the street value of those eggs was?!

Holy fuck. I can’t come to grips with how close this hits home.

So he dropped his brothers?

Um…this hits a bit personally…

Good one. Even if not comedy.