Is it weird that I agree with Geto?
18M here, and I completely understand where Geto is coming from. I'm surrounded by narcissistic hypocrites—worst of all, my own family. No matter what happens, I’m always the scapegoat. Instead of taking responsibility for their mistakes, they shift the blame onto me, refusing to fix their own problems.
When I saw Geto go through something similar, I couldn’t help but feel his pain on a deep level. People blame others while refusing to acknowledge that they themselves are the real problem. And when someone dares to point it out, they lash out, doing everything they can to make that person suffer. They act righteous, yet they’re the ones perpetuating the toxicity.
I can’t stand it. I can’t stand my family. I can’t stand these hypocrites. No matter what I do, they’re always there, looming over me, dragging me back into their cycle of blame. I just want to be free from them. I want to run away—or make sure they can never hurt me again. They judge, they condemn, but they never look in the mirror. They’re nothing more than childish adults.
There is no righteousness in this world. The world itself is built on people’s beliefs and experiences, and because of that, I want Geto to exist. I want him to be here. I don’t care if I’m in the wrong—what’s the point of doing the right thing when you're surrounded by people who enjoy making others suffer?
If I were Geto, they wouldn’t be here. I'm exhausted from this endless blame game.
18M here, and I completely understand where Geto is coming from. I'm surrounded by narcissistic hypocrites—worst of all, my own family. No matter what happens, I’m always the scapegoat. Instead of taking responsibility for their mistakes, they shift the blame onto me, refusing to fix their own problems.
When I saw Geto go through something similar, I couldn’t help but feel his pain on a deep level. People blame others while refusing to acknowledge that they themselves are the real problem. And when someone dares to point it out, they lash out, doing everything they can to make that person suffer. They act righteous, yet they’re the ones perpetuating the toxicity.
I can’t stand it. I can’t stand my family. I can’t stand these hypocrites. No matter what I do, they’re always there, looming over me, dragging me back into their cycle of blame. I just want to be free from them. I want to run away—or make sure they can never hurt me again. They judge, they condemn, but they never look in the mirror. They’re nothing more than childish adults.
There is no righteousness in this world. The world itself is built on people’s beliefs and experiences, and because of that, I want Geto to exist. I want him to be here. I don’t care if I’m in the wrong—what’s the point of doing the right thing when you're surrounded by people who enjoy making others suffer?
If I were Geto, they wouldn’t be here. I'm exhausted from this endless blame game.