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Fuck.

I don't usually say bad words.

I was raised in a family where saying curse is prohibited and punishable.

But...FUCK.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

I don't know anymore. I was trapped when all I wanted to do is fly.

Fuck.

It's such a bad word but how come it feels good saying it?

Fuck.

I'm so effed up.

Mom, sorry I am cursing now.

Mom, sorry I say things I shouldn't.

Mom, sorry...

I fucked up.

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  1. UnknownMay 23, 2021 at 1:10 PM

    I feel the exact same way.

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  2. midnight thoughtsDecember 19, 2021 at 8:31 PM

    Do you think it's not fair? When our parents don't allow us to curse? To all the rules and shit they made it's one of the fucking useless. Literally. I mean what's the point? I know how it feels, I've been living my 17 years of existence calculated, my family is like hawks, they'll snatch you in second if you say or do any inappropriate move. Why can't they just let us be who we are? ( that's a bit of cliche, I know) but my point is, we cannot always be who or what they want us to be, in some ways we act as ourselves when they're not around, so why can't they let us act normally as ourselves? At least they'll know us thoroughly and not a fictional of what they expect us to be.

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