i get that something went wrong last time. it was unintentional. i didn’t know my body would react like that. but i’m okay now, ever since then you’ve micromanaged me and refuse to let me do anything with or around y’all. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. and ever since, you’ve treated me like a baby as if i’ve never experienced anything before. i get it, you love and care for me but guess what? i’m my own person and i need to learn from my own mistakes. i can’t do that if you refuse to let me do anything while i watch y’all get drunk and have a fantastic time. when someone offers me a shot, you shoot them down and say “not for her. she’s not aloud to” as if i don’t have feelings. i’m just there on the sidelines waiting for that one opening but once i get it, you shut it down like a reflex. you can’t hold me down like this. it’s suffocating me. you think you’re helping but you’re not. and those “thank God i’m not the only one who doesn’t trust little t” comments are a straight up smack in the face. i ask why you don’t trust me and you say, “cause you’re the most...” and try to stop yourself from making an already hurtful mistake. you can’t trust me with drinking responsibly? or putting wood in the fire and adding fluid from a distance? nope. you think your cross faded self who can barely stand straight can do it but not my sober ***?? words can ******* hurt. why can’t anyone just get the hint and put themselves in my ******* shoes.