With one exception of course
I grew up in a healthy home, my parents cared too much about me. And that felt so suffocating, I tried to escape multiple times.
They loved me and cared but through their lens, no one never understood my point of view, tried to connect with me intellectually, never asked what do I think even if it was a decision about me. To me maybe that’s also a form of neglect.
Everyone needs that. Some seek attention from some specific person some seek it from the entire world.
It sure did. At this point rebellion kinda became my identity. I don’t consider it bad tho. I would ask questions that no one would dare to ask. Some people hate me, some clap but Idgaf either way.
You cannot hate something you never faced
I meant love for the unknown
I mean if you love the unknowns, that’s curiosity, innit?
Did you hack into my brain?