One day I won’t worry about what my f*ther will do. One day I won’t worry about what my mom will think. One day I won’t feel like running away when I hear someone get angry even if it’s not aimed at me. One day deciding where to eat w someone won’t be such a stressor (nor will eating with them). One day my decisions will be my own and I’ll be proud of them. One day I’ll be able to express myself without fear of being made fun of. One day I won’t be talked down to and treated like an adult. Etc etc etc
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