06-14-2019, 10:26 PM
im well aware there's probably a whole community who makes rants about their social issues, so sorry if this is a bit old.
i fucking hate my life. im ugly no matter how much i starve myself and all the self care products I use don't make a difference.
i hate my fucking family situation as my dad has cancer which causes him to be more irritable after chemotherapy.
my parents are divorced, my mom's practically a hoarder and i can't go over to her house without feeling like i can't fucking breathe from all the clutter.
i only change my fucking clothes cause schools a bitch.
if i could kill myself I would. the only thing stopping me is how much it would distress my dad, causing him to yell at my siblings and the dog, and most likely go back to drinking.
my mom would drink a lot and she doesn't make a large income as it is, which she would probably have to move to an even shittier apartment than we have now.
i do have friends, and i am not seen to be angry and a lot of people supposedly like me, (prolly pity friends lol) but im a big enough of a bitch to get irritated at them for small things.
i don't show it though, so they probably aren't angry at me for it.
i hate that i live in a shit neighborhood where you see people dealing drugs at night.
i do have several healthy coping mechanisms such as drawing and cooking, but my father always yells for not cleaning it up and how us kids need to contribute more, which all in all makes me feel like fucking shit because he's going through so much and if I just disappeared he would be perfectly fucking healthy with children who cleaned up and looked pretty.
i have a counselor, and we talk about my social anxiety but she makes me feel really self conscious.
it's not her fault she has long, pretty red hair and a skinny body type, but it just makes me feel like so much shit how she's so pretty compared to me.
i don't self harm anymore because the scars were too difficult to fucking cover despite the fucking weather in north dakota to be colder than shit.
i fucking hate my life. i don't have depression or anything because i don't cry a lot and i don't self harm, and my friends love me a lot.
i just really fucking hate my life
sorry for the bitch rant
i fucking hate my life. im ugly no matter how much i starve myself and all the self care products I use don't make a difference.
i hate my fucking family situation as my dad has cancer which causes him to be more irritable after chemotherapy.
my parents are divorced, my mom's practically a hoarder and i can't go over to her house without feeling like i can't fucking breathe from all the clutter.
i only change my fucking clothes cause schools a bitch.
if i could kill myself I would. the only thing stopping me is how much it would distress my dad, causing him to yell at my siblings and the dog, and most likely go back to drinking.
my mom would drink a lot and she doesn't make a large income as it is, which she would probably have to move to an even shittier apartment than we have now.
i do have friends, and i am not seen to be angry and a lot of people supposedly like me, (prolly pity friends lol) but im a big enough of a bitch to get irritated at them for small things.
i don't show it though, so they probably aren't angry at me for it.
i hate that i live in a shit neighborhood where you see people dealing drugs at night.
i do have several healthy coping mechanisms such as drawing and cooking, but my father always yells for not cleaning it up and how us kids need to contribute more, which all in all makes me feel like fucking shit because he's going through so much and if I just disappeared he would be perfectly fucking healthy with children who cleaned up and looked pretty.
i have a counselor, and we talk about my social anxiety but she makes me feel really self conscious.
it's not her fault she has long, pretty red hair and a skinny body type, but it just makes me feel like so much shit how she's so pretty compared to me.
i don't self harm anymore because the scars were too difficult to fucking cover despite the fucking weather in north dakota to be colder than shit.
i fucking hate my life. i don't have depression or anything because i don't cry a lot and i don't self harm, and my friends love me a lot.
i just really fucking hate my life
sorry for the bitch rant