“you look like a cat, yet… WHAT ARE YOU?”
ihonormycode-thatswhatibelieve:
Marvel Studios’ LOKI and then some guys trying to stop him
You can NEVER have too much Loki.
Don’t you dare make me feel bad for growing up.
Why is it that every time I try to agree with something, everything goes wrong? I can’t do what I want, or say what I want without there being some kind of consequence. I’m 20 years old, and I gave myself a curfew so my parents don’t worry about me when I’m out (which they say they do, but they are sound asleep when I get home- they don’t care). I’m tired of the little freedom I have being slowly constricted. I’m trying so fucking hard to grow up, and I keep getting stomped on and pushed down, and I don’t know how much longer I can deal with it. I’m trying to find myself, and that takes time. Sorry I can’t be there all the time with you when I’m trying to do something for me. I’m not a selfish person. I would give someone the shirt off my back, honestly. And it already makes me feel selfish when I do something for me, and get called out on it. It doesn’t help. I’m trying so hard to balance everything in my life, and it’s harder than people think. I have school, work, family, friends, and a boyfriend I’m trying to juggle, and it’s all still new to me. I can’t spend time with my boyfriend without feeling bad that I’m not with my friends or family, but when I try to hang out with them, they’re very distant. I’m tired of other people overreacting, and I’m the one who ends up apologizing. I’m tired of always feeling bad for how I spend my time. I am a good kid. I don’t drink, smoke, do drugs, or have sex. I’m not out late, I work and go to school, and I love my family and spending time with them. But I’m so tired of always feeling like the bad guy when something goes wrong. Like it’s my fault. Everything is my fault. She overreacts at the smallest thing, and takes everything so personally, and it’s my fault that the day has gone to shit. I agree, and it’s taken as mocking. My attitude is bad. I try to defend myself, and I’m starting a fight. She yelled first. And it’s still all my fault. I don’t want anything to be my fault anymore. I don’t ask for help. And when I do reach out for help, she slaps my hand away. There are only so many times you can slap someones hand away before they stop reaching. And that’s where it’s headed. I am not reaching anymore. I am done asking for help.
