i cant stop thinking about how everything is fucking filthy this city is disgusting every where i look its like the history the land trauma the room im in is so old its just been painted over a million times this building its soaked in death

wtf even am i why do i only speak this language and have this accent i am the living breathing product of colonization the languages and dialects my family speaks are so bastardized by now its so difficult to learn fluently and I’ve never been to my homeland

-because my family convinced me I’ll get kidnapped and die there. My first gen cousins the same too. So we’re gonna continue this bloodline with no type of connection to our roots and eternal identity crisis for the next god knows how many generations.

and on top of that we deal with parents that have zero interest in healthy communication my youngest aunt doesnt even know the name of her grandmother (my great grandma)

and on top of that im the only one in the family that has a single mother with mountains of trauma and zero presence of a father

wtf even is this thread idk what point i was gonna make im high im sorry to my 3 oomfs