THIS IS CRAZY. THESE ARE THE TOP FOUR MOVIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.
Song- Comin’ home
Movie- The Lion King 1 & 2, Balto, Spirit, Lady and the Tramp 1 & 2
I’m done. I’ve had to suffer through sixteen years of this and I’m done. I don’t want anymore of it. But I will not let him do this to them. I want him to leave already. I don’t care anymore that he’ll die. I’ll get a job, I’ll do something, but this has to stop now. He doesn’t care. it’s my fault, everything is my fault, the fighting, the drinking and he’s always held me responsible, even for things I can’t help, my depression, my post traumatic stress disorder, even my loss of hearing in one ear. he’s hated me for things I’m suppose to be too young to remember. but i do, i know and i remember. And he doesn’t know how horrible it is to realize that the awful nightmares you’ve had for as long as you can remember are actually memories that your mind has tried it’s hardest to forget. He’s destroying himself and he wants to take me down with him. I don’t care anymore, he can insult me was much as he wants, but I draw the line at my siblings. I will protect them with everything I have because there is no way their childhood is going to be ruined like mine was. All I ever wanted was a father that loved me. He didn’t want to be the father that I needed and tore me away from the one person who did. I am done. Enough, is enough.
now, on to stea-i mean borrowing a credit card
You have no idea what that movie does to me. I go from being overly giddy (I hit people when I’m too happy) to crying my heart out. this is literally how fast my emotions changed
Before the main title even showed up
Probably the only kid that used to love this movie.
To this day, I refuse to give anyone these items, no matter who they are. But if I must, I throw it to them and run…which usually does not end well.
Family. a lost concept to me. i love what i have, but i feel like it’s not typical. i miss my childhood, the good parts at least. i miss the feeling of belonging to something and being heard and loved and needed. i miss feeling like someone was always there. i miss the traditions and saying i lived with a mom a dad and a sister under one roof. i miss the way it felt to have so few worries. i miss where i grew up and who i grew up with. i miss the time when things weren’t so damn complicated. most of all, i miss the innocence that automatically was granted with childhood.