Growing up with a parent who is constantly negative can have a impact in your whole-being. How do you exist always fucking up no matter how bad or good you did? How do you get past never being good enough no matter what? How do you ever honestly believe in yourself? I wonder why you are like this maybe you’re depressed, maybe someone treated you like this? Maybe the world shaped you into who you are but, I’m done feeling like nothing. I want to be somebody and i don’t want to let everything you put in my head bring me down anymore. I’m good enough to be somebody, I do have good fucking idea’s! I’m gonna be somebody and I’m not letting you change my mind no more. Fuck hearing why my Ideas aren’t good ones, they are.I no longer will live being less like you make me feel I’m not and never have been. I am like everybody else and I’m capable as well!

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  1. Always remember there is a possibility that you may find bad parents with a good child, but it’s impossible to find good parents with a bad child..

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    1. Their still good parents just left me with a bit pain

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  2. Jokerswild says:

    That’s exactly how you do it, you tell yourself that it’s not going to affect you or have an impact on you. There are no bad students, just bad teachers! But that doesn’t mean students don’t succeed.👍🏽

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  3. Squashy Moss says:

    Definitely agreeing with you on this one. It is hard enough to get on well and achieve your goals as it is without parents bringing you down.

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  4. John says:

    Parents have a big impact on their children. But it does not mean that the children get the “bad” sides of the parents. But it certainly affects childhood that is so important.

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    1. Yes it does!!! I agree with you

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  5. Orvillewrong says:

    Believe in yourself and keep reaching for the stars, one day you might catch one!

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  6. sunshinysa says:

    Narcissism and bias ruled in my case. My brothers were the Gods. I was the doormat.

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