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Oversharing.

Hello world!

oddly enough, it feels weird saying that, even thought this could reach most of the (Western) world. Here I sit, in my bed, listening to Fleetwood Mac, a bottle and a half of wine down ready to overshare with anyone who will listen.

Okay, Pee break is over. Lets get down to business. 

My very first thought, does anyone still use Tumblr? I guess I’ll find out.

I suppose I should start from the beginning.

I am one of four children, two older sisters and a younger half brother (my Dads Son). I have always felt inferior to my sisters and like a mother to my brother. The why behind this will become clear.

Ok, I was born. Everything was pretty shit, my father was an abusive alcoholic and my mother is a perfectionist with a God complex (Great Duo). One sister seven years older, the other four and a half. My older sister did not like me. The second oldest however, did. We were inseparable, she loved me like a mother, and essentially raised me. I was two when my parents were divorced, fortunately for me I don’t remember my life before 12. Anyway, scratch that. My parents were divorced when I was two, my parents shared the house so me and my sisters didn’t have to move around heaps, until... my Father met my stepmother. I don’t know if this is real, but the first memory I have of her is coming home to my dads and her being in our house, I didn’t know who the Fvvck she was and thought she was our cleaner. We lived in a one bedroom apartment with our Dad. Me in the one room with him because i was the youngest and my two sisters in the living room. I have no memory of their relationship before my Dad moved in with her. i remember, we moved in and met my two step-sisters (proper cinderella sh+t), we slept in their rooms. the one really big memory from that house was that we all had the same barbie, and my oldest sister had to draw shapes on the backs so we wouldn’t get them mixed up.

I think thats all I have the capacity for tonight, after all I am drunk. So let’s leave it there. In the soon-to-be Stepmothers home, with her two daughters.

#cinderella #stepmother #stepsister #father #dad #divorce #family #blog #diary entry

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First Post (not ever)

Hello tumblr!

It has been a while. At least a few years since I’ve even thought about tumblr. But, today I saw a lovely girl (of whom I attend college with) post on ALL of her social medias that she was deleting all of it, except tumblr and she was going to blog her experience with just a flip phone. Now, I am a spineless chicken and of course will not be deleting my other socials (not that I’ll be sharing them), however I like the idea of an anonymous blog to post my thoughts and feelings on. Like a diary, just minus the stupidity i feel whilst writing a diary, because there is a chance someone out there will read my blubber.  I have been in therapy for 11 years and recently have relapsed after a solid six months of steady mental health. I will not share gory details (in this post) of my mental health, as right now they are not important. I’m just here to say, hello! and you should expect to be hearing from me soon, whether with a diary entry or some form of artistic expression, i am unsure. Anyway, goodbye (for about 15 minutes whilst i write my first real post).

#diary entry #vent #mentally ill #blog #anonymous #no hate