u/InterestingOpening26

Edit: scared

I just started watching the show for the first time ever. And I'm on S1ep14 at the moment. And I'm absolutely loving it. It's literally a masterpiece. I don't remember the last time I felt this way about a show.

But I have heard from people online and friends who have watched it that it lowk gets bad in later seasons and loses all the seasons 1 vibes. Ever since that I just don't wanna watch it everyday just to like watch it super slowly yk? Savor it ig.

Does it actually get bad in the later seasons? If it does from which season does it start from?

Edit: literally every comment is saying after s5 the ogness kinda fades away...

Abuse is too strong of a word so let's stick with neglect.

I’m posting this here because I need to confess something that makes me feel like a horrible, ungrateful person: I don't think I actually have a relationship with my parents at all. If you asked me to describe them, I'd just stare at you blankly. They are like ghosts who happen to share a roof with me and my older brother.

They set rules, and then it's like those rules vanish from their brains within 72 hours. A while ago, they made this big deal about turning off the Wi-Fi at night so my brother and I wouldn't stay up late. Three days later? They completely forgot. They forget everything unless you actively force them to remember. I've how learned how to exploit that. Since I was a little kid, I got away with absolutely everything simply by never reminding them I existed or that they had rules in place. I raised myself in their silence.

Everyone tells me I'm "lucky." My friends think I have the most "cool and chill" parents on earth. Why? Because they don't care if my brother and I cuss right to their faces. They didn't blink when I developed a severe, unhealthy internet addiction just to cope with the loneliness. They don't even care that both of us smoke now, even though my dad has suffered from his own severe smoking addiction for years.

I don't feel lucky. I feel completely invisible.

I constantly try to gaslight myself into thinking I'm just overreacting, that maybe they really are just "cool" types and I'm being dramatic. But the confession at the root of all of this is that I would give anything for them to actually get mad at me, to ground me, or to enforce a rule. Because at least then, I’d know they cared enough to look at me.

I need to be friends with y'all I feel so alone in this country