I am raised in Canada where everything, essentially, is extremely easy for us. We have no idea what many other humans have suffered. We take things for granted, as we are told so often. So often I feel like my parents are ignorant sons of bitches that dont understand me. They care about me so much. I'm not starving. I'm not dying. I'm not working 12 hour days, I am receiving an education. Though I still constantly find myself hating them. Not for anything personal. For disallowing me to do things, which I know are bad for me.
Assholes.
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