adults significantly undermine overprotective parents because they know they have nothing to hold them back. they’ve been there. they’ve done that. they got out. but i didn’t.
i’m 17, and you can say i’ve got my whole life ahead of me. but my life never began, or maybe it was over as soon as it did. i never went to a sleepover. i never had cable tv. i never travelled outside of a 50-mile-radius and stayed and rotted and festered in the same state all my life. i never had a boyfriend in real life. i never had a friend longer than five years. i was never close to my siblings or extended family. the only place i ever lived was on a screen and even then i am barely alive.
this isn’t a cry for help because i know it will never come. this isn’t a cry for attention because i expect people not to hear. this isn’t a cry for solidarity because people are not meant to be trusted or kept around very long. this is a cry into the void. maybe the void will cry back.