need to move out and get cool roommates and decorate tje place with stupid cardboard cut-outs abd dumb fandom things and a cat and all the things my mother would hate and be gay and thrive,,, unfortunately I am Broke
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Don't you guys think it's fucked up when Fiona starts dating and sleeping out of the house, leaving Debbie, Carl and Liam kind of for themselves?
Once she started dating Mike she would sleep at his place sometimes which I think it's okay, she was paying the bills and would leave dinner ready and communicate Debs and she was still looking out for them, they had health care and she took them to the clinic and all that. She needs to take care of her, live a life, sleep at her boyfriend sometimes, that's fine and healthy. But then she marry Gus and is often out of there, get together with Sean and doesn't even know what's going on with them anymore (aka "why there's nothing to eat in the fridge" "cause no one is doing the shopping" dialogue with Debbie, not knowing when it's their first day at school, letting Sammy move in and run things after her trailer got fucked by Frank), and then she gets her apartment and moves out completely and like, okay, Ian was a EMT, Lip is a mechanic already I think, she did said she wasn't going to support Debbie after her pregnancy (fucked me thinks), Carl's at military school, but Liam is still a kid! And Debs and Carl are still underage! And they are her responsibility.
It just doesn't sit right with me that Liam didn't at least moved with her.
Specifically Fiona defenders, I would love to hear more about it.
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a little something ig
Nana’s note: I wrote because I longed for this scenario to happen to me in the future. I wrote so that I could console myself that there was hope. That I could be free like this if I tried more. I will try more. I couldn’t live like this anymore. But for now, writing is my Salvatore. I feel escape when writing, and even though my English is not that good, I revel in the way the words tumble out of my mind and give shape to my chaotic thoughts. It isn’t the best writing for sure, but I enjoy doing it.
I couldn't believe I had done it for a brief moment. Finally, finally. Finally, I had done the things I should have done long ago.
"I did it," I whispered under my breath. The crippling air was cold, but in that heated moment, all I could feel was the warmth of happiness, "I did it, indeed! Oh, I ran away! I escaped!"
��And I started to cry. But it wasn't the angry cry I had always had to suppress in the middle of the night, yelling into my pillows for peace of mind. It was happy tears. It was the tear of someone who was set free and finally could be their true self. Oh, how joyful, delightful, and thrilling, thinking that I had run away from my toxic family. After loads of times being stucked in depression, anxiety, and imprisonment, I had run away at last. Now, I was free. I was on my own.
"Oh! I am free! Finally! Oh! What a new euphoric sensation! Free! No one would ever tell me what to do anymore. No one would ever yell at me for such a trivial mistake. Not anymore! No one would ban me from seeing my friends and going out. No one would take away all my money and personal belongings. I could dress whatever the fuck I wanted to dress. I could be whoever the fuck I wished to be. And, oh, and I could learn drawing at last! No! I could learn lots of new things without fear of prohibition! I could save money; maybe I could buy my own little house someday. I could do many things. I could be capable of many things! I am free!"
I cried and cried as if I had never cried before. And I laughed, and laughed again as if laughing was the last thing I would ever do on Earth.
It was too surreal. Too wonderful. I couldn't stop the energy that had been sealed inside my heart for such long times to blurt out. To unleash. To overflow.
When I managed to stop being overly emotional and get a grip on myself, the moon had already hung ever so high in the black velvet sky. The stars floated and stretched to infinity, sparkling and shining like brilliant jewelry.
I had never seen this beautiful scene before. Had been locked in my room for more than twenty years, this was the first time I could watch a starry sky this close. Gasping, I felt my heart lifted with overwhelming joy, and suddenly, everything felt like it would be alright.
I inhaled the scent of the night before standing up. The surrounding was dead silent, but I was not scared. Adjusting my knitted hat and picking up the luggage at my feet, I gave myself an encouraging pat on the cheeks.
"Yossh! Let's go!"
I turned to look back at the place I had been growing up, or rather, imprisoned, for the past twenty years. There was nothing such as regret or nostalgia in my eyes, and I smiled as I turned my back at the sight of it.
"Goodbye...and never see you again!"
My life started. Today!
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