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I can't talk right now, I'm doing eldest daughter shit.

*raising my brother while simultaneously not getting involved too much or else I'm going to get yelled at*

*calling my dad out on his shit*

*being a third parent*

*teaching my brother and cousin English because no one else in my family can and I apparently sound like I'm British even though I'm literally not*

*constantly burned out*

*being my mum's therapist*

*being my friend's therapist*

*being an exact replica of my dad*

*giving more affection to my brother than anyone else because I don't want him to end up like me*

*being unable to express verbal affection*

*found family is one of my favourite tropes*

*wanting to move out for college but being too scared to leave my brother alone*

It is a wonderful day to remember that one time I went on a date with this super cute boy and halfway through, I see one of my brother's friends climb up something and I went all "eldest daughter" on him like full on

"get down. You're going to get hurt and it's not going to be my fault. Seriously, get down immediately. "

And I thought the eldest daughter thing didn't have long lasting consequences on my personality.

Has anyone else ever felt weird when your hair wasn’t up in a bun or ponytail? I’ve realized now that for me it’s because having my hair down meant being feminine, and being feminine is being vulnerable. I’ve never felt confident in my femininity and maybe that’s why I’d always try so hard to hide it…like dressing more tomboyish and never wearing my hair down.

There’s a certain comfort in anger.

Letting go and forgiving is hard, you have to be vulnerable…open to the possibility of being hurt again.

Sometimes it’s just easier to keep the grudge and stay mad.

I don’t think I’ve disappointed my parents but I also don’t think I’ve made them proud. I haven’t done anything extremely disappointing but I haven’t done anything worthy of praise.