HELLO! I'm Ellie, and I'm the embodiment of TERROR and RAGE!!! this is where I blog about murder because of how much I think about it on a daily basis

anyway let's talk about why being the youngest child actually can suck despite everybody saying it means you were the most "spoiled and babied", when in reality, it means being the youngest in every situation. you're always last in line to get a phone, you're always around people who are older, smarter, better than you at everything, and you just have to accept the fact that everyone in your life would prefer you to listen rather than talk, because guess what all young children are: ANNOYING

now sure obviously older siblings have it rough too, but that's more common knowledge than the subtle developmental problems in kids with social issues like me. when you're born last, your parents are too tired to read you fairy tales, so you're left to be raised by your siblings. depending on your relationship, this can go one of two ways: good or bad. I experienced both.

I'm not gonna delve into the nitty gritty because as much as I love shit-talking those who've wronged me, at the end of the day, I can live without them. they're both moved on and abandoned me, and now I'm growing up completely alone. everyone in my family either has relationship drama, lack of a relationship issues, or, if you're lucky, a relationship so good it can rescue you from the old decrepit house I'm stuck in with the lack of third spaces. I've learned to keep everything to myself and ignore my family as much as I can, because I'd rather stay quiet than be involved in anyone's life, because that's something I've never been trained for