Not My Nature and Strangers

So, I thought I would bitch for a minute. 

Like you guys, some of my relatives drive me crazy.  I've often vented on other people, like friends, and I came out as the "victim."  Basically, no one wants to hear me whine about it.  Okay. I've distanced myself away from certain people in my family, as I enjoy breathing.  There is a problem with part of my family where they have no fear and don't pay attention to what is around them, nor do they know how dangerous certain situations are. 

Over the years, I've had to balance my family's lies.  Strangers pick and chose what they say and bash me with it as a power game.  My childhood would read like a VC Andrews novel.  I'm not writing it.  It sucked enough.

Also, another annoyance is when strangers step into my personal life knowing little about me. Cough. Putin.  I get to hear how I owe this or that or how I've never suffered.  I used to make the stupid mistake of telling them what went on.

  I burst their bubbles.

Marilyn Manson played that card on me.  I always fall for it, too.  It makes me mad.  Here I am again.
I wish I would have had an easier ascent into adulthood, but things didn't go properly.  I got cheated with a smile and denial. 

I tried everything.

I'd been hoping I would some day have my own voice, but I don't.  I have to chew on shit.  The strangers make it their way, and my relatives will agree to an insane amount of tough love.

I empathize with Otto, the kid who was destroyed in North Korea.  I know what happened to him, and it almost happened to me. 

Thanks.

I go off because it pisses me off, but I can't feel it nor deal with the general populations and their lies.  I would tell them to fuck off, but they usually have some authority they're abusing, and they get me either way.  Anyone can fall into their definitions.  I partied last time.

I'm a favorite.   

I want the settlement from Putin.  You can be my special helper.