a lot of inner child wounds have been resurfacing because something triggered me and finally unlocked a vault of deeply repressed trauma. in short, the adults around me ... i don& #39;t respect any of them. they don& #39;t honor children. they don& #39;t protect children. they failed.

all i have done all my life is protect myself because the adults supposed to help me either abused me or preyed on me in some kind of way. i don& #39;t want to be so closed off but people never earn my trust. i watch how sloppy they are. they don& #39;t even trust themselves.

why would i trust you if you can& #39;t even govern yourself? give me one good reason. my trust issues are never unjustified. i do trust someone. i trust myself. that& #39;s who i& #39;m supposed to trust.

my family is full of addicts, abusers, and abuse apologists. the fucking luck of the draw with these ones.

life is just not fair. i& #39;ve always known that. but i& #39;m still going to complain. i always suck it up and bypass it. but i& #39;m angry. finally.