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pommunist · 1 month

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i really hope i dont sound rude or anything, but it's come to a point seeing some of the statements that i cant really. empathize with parts of the stories of some of the ex-admins? it's upsetting, cause no one deserves worplace abuse and the things that they endure but like...

part of my brain cant shake off the knowing that most if not all of these admins who left had the means to stay unpaid for months. i dont know if i explain myself? i couldnt FATHOM spending even one month on a project that's not gonna be payed, let alone staying on it even logner after not getting paid on the day i was told i would

not because im some smart and strong person or something: i simply cant afford it. i cant go one month without being paid because i would go homeless, i couldnt dedicate entire days of my week to anything if it wasnt going to be paid because i wouldnt be able to eat, or pay my bills.

and these are all young people who absolutely deserve better, and who did not deserve to be exploited on the workplace but that. idk. could go months, one of them even a year without getting paid, and yes feeling the stress and the exploitation and all that it's BAD, but my brain just cant help but go "and yet they could afford to stay unpayed" and i genuinely hate it but idk.....

anyways i have no idea why im sending this i just had to vent it somewhere and you're ltierally one of the only people who i've seen be welcoming of points of view other than your own about this theme

hey anon !

First i wanna say that i get how it can be difficult to empathise when you’re yourself in a « work and get paid or starve » situation. (Been there done that so when I say I get you I really do)

And I think it’s fine to feel like that, we all have our own biases that come from our experience and living conditions. It’s fine, it’s just that it’s important not to let it completely cloud our judgement on the matter, it’s a serious enough situation for it to be way past a simple empathy check. Our personal feelings don’t really weigh on this situation as it’s far beyond that.

Because facts are that even if some of them were able to go through all this without payment (bc they had some money already, another job, lived with their parents whatever) it still remains that young people were being promised a pay they never got, got baited by the opportunity to make a living doing something they loved, working for something they were passionate about, or some just had to take the low pay because that was still better than no pay at all.

And people being in situation like yours are one of the reasons it’s so important for people to denounce poor working conditions and fight for workers rights. Because if you don’t, nothing will change and there will always be someone who’s more desperate for the job, who needs the money more, who will have to endure an underpaid, shitty job in place of someone who was "lucky" enough to be able to walk out.

#dw anon u were not being rude #idk if half of my sentences here make any sense it’s still too early for good english to have kicked in

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outcastinthecorner · 1 year

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Ok i've just read one of the worst take ever on Bill and Frank's relationship and while i dont usually like to vent im gonna have to and its gonna be long: "transactional". Thats how their relationship has been described in that take. Especially on Frank's part of course. For the whole part of it. Yes. The whole part. The whole 16 years.

Except that Frank made it clear from the start that it wasnt. "Im not a whore" . Yes, maybe at first he wanted to have a nice shower, nice meal, new clothes and maybe even to be able to stay the night and sleep here. Yes, he realised quickly that Bill was gay and shy and maybe (and thats a huuuge maybe) he thought abt playing with him so he could survive another day. U know, having not eaten since 48hours, being the last one from a 10people group and shit.

But then he saw him play the piano and sing and he was a goner. Simple as that.

Because yeah, of course, when you're here only for "transactional" reasons like a safe place and food and showers, u run into a dangerous area with ur little gun where other guns are firing everywhere to save "said transaction" and reassure him that everything is fine, trying to not have him pass out ("talk to me abt your list Bill") while never letting go of his hand (And while in a transactional relationship, u obviously answer "im not alone, u re here" when the other part of "said transaction" says u cant stay alone if he dies and that you will need Joel, his bestfriennemy).

And yeah, of course, when you're here only for "transactional" reasons like a safe place and food and showers, u try to surprise him after 6 years of boring transactional shit with strawberries, and kiss him passionately, moved as fuck when "said transaction" tells u he's afraid to lose you.

And yeah, of course, when you re here only for "transactional" reasons like a safe place and food and showers, u tell him after 3 years that u want to repaint the town for both of u because thats how one show love. LOVE.

And the paintings of Bill, too, totally not done with love, obviously. And it definitely didnt break your heart to realise that you had a hard time finishing the last one because of your illness.

And on ur last day on earth, amongst other things that will make it one last good day, u definitely ask your transactional boyfriend to marry you, something you couldnt do in this universe before the outbreak, which is very symbolic but which of course totally doesnt show how much you love him.

And i could go on forever.

Bill and Frank is one of the most realistic and loving relationship i have ever witnessed on TV. In real life, i witnessed it with one relative and his boyfriend. Where u can love someone and still be honest saying for example "i've had bad days with u too" but God u wouldnt change a thing and still do it all over, because you had "more good days with him than with anyone else".

This is love.

#bill frank #the last of us spoilers #long long time spoilers #tlou episode 3 spoilers

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kyaah · 8 months

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long vent about losing my job of almost 6yrs

so i just got terminated from my job today. as soon as i had stepped in i started prepping for my short shift tonight, manager pulled me aside and let me know i’m terminated, effective immediately and i didn’t need to work that shift or come in tomorrow or any scheduled day next week either. i’ve been at aeo for years. i was confident in my statement explaining and making a statement with HR, and even got help with it from our closest regional manager who came in to record the meeting, it didn’t help. my mental health immediately has tanked and the socialization i got and a lot of the only few irl friends i’ve made as an adult was from this job, it was so much and i did always complain about stuff like with any job but i enjoyed my time there. i rose up to the stock lead and the merch lead and even became a manager as of this year and now it’s gone. i’ve been there since 2018 up until today.

so like i held it together long enough to have a conversation w my manager and asked questions about how to update my resume or what i can expect, she said she’ll keep everything confidential and nobody knows why i’m leaving, nobody knows i’ve been terminated at all. my work bestie might know i’m terminated since she’s been a manager here much longer than i have, but she won’t know the reason either. she’s been here since i’ve started and was basically like a 2nd mom to me we’re super close. anyway my manager walked me out and we said a little goodbye and i thanked her for helping me out with arranging my meeting and being patient with me even now. hugged my bestie on the way and i think she knew already at that point it’s my last day.

i don’t even want to talk about the issue though because i knowww it was convoluted and confusing, i went out of my way to take accountability for a mistake and i even understand why i was terminated in the end because of an HR investigation due to how dumb i sounded, but genuinely i’m so heartbroken i’m being let go. this job was the only thing getting me out of bed every day. this kept me productive and i found it satisfying what i did for the stock team and teaching my girls and my relationship with the salesfloor employees as they came in and out. i’m already feeling so suicidal over something so ridiculous as a job…a retail job at that. i’m so sad. i know i can do great in another store, clothing or not, i know and am confident in that and i can easily get interviews in my area, but i just don’t know what to do for right now. i don’t want to start reapplying and hunting just yet. i know i have to, i have things to pay and i’m even super close to paying off a hospital bill from last year, my last monthly payment for it is due december. i’m just so sad… fucking horrible.

i cried on the phone to my dad telling him to turn around to come pick me up after he just dropped me off. he took a bit because he’s taking my baby sister out to dinner, now i have to hold it together longer, but i did let her know i’m not feeling good and i’ve just lost my job. she knows i’m not doing good. she said she feels bad because i just bought her homecoming dress for her recently too. love her though i don’t regret buying the dress and im not broke and will still be fine after my payment this month too so! le sigh. just sad. i’ve been writing this on and off over the last few hrs while walking around with my dad and lil sis. in about half an hour from now i would be getting off work…🥹

#hihi #tl;dr i am more devastated about this than i should be

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facade · 10 months

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art vent, kind of makes me look like a shallow person

FOR clarification i'm 20. turning 21 in two months. yippee! what an eye opener

the point of trying to profit your art, especially using your art to help fund for survival since you were 11 - you realize that while you want to improve your art for yourself, you're so consciously aware of what parts would appeal to strangers who see your art.

because you don't want to appeal to others to enjoy your art, you want to appeal to others to garner money and funds. i've ebegged on this site for almost a decade, on so many different accounts and even used my art as much as i could to get even more money. to pay bills, to pay for food, to help my mother in medical emergencies. since i was only 11 years old, by the way. a lot of the time, while it is a huge part of my reason to keep improving -- i don't actually think of reasons such as improving my art because 'i want to go to college' 'i want to be better' as much as my main reason being: i want this to sell to people.

that being said, my art style is something im so happy with right now for myself. but i think like. you have to really make your art your signature. that way, people will want to buy what you can give them. but algorithm is just, so hard to fight with now. the heartbreaking part is that, even if i'm at my 'peak' in art.

and my art has always been my one consistent interest, thats never faded. it's apart of my daily life. my routine, my medicine, my hobby, my enjoyment. i need this to live in many different ways. whether it be for providing my funds via commissions, coping art for trauma, or generally to express my happiness for things in my head, etc. i need this hobby or i will die. its the one skill ive had my entire life thats stuck, and its something i'm *good* at. and i've kept up with it to this day.

my art looks consistently good. flattering. i would say at some points it feels.. professional, sometimes. i am consistently proud and satisfied with my art and haven't struggled on pieces as much as i used to several years ago. it took me 2 months to come up with illustrations. now ive been pumping them out with ease. commissions are so much faster. quicker. ive really upgraded. i'm efficient, quick, and my stylization journey has been amazing.

yet..

this has been the hardest i've ever fucking struggled to make money, ever. since i was 11 years old. i've never.. had so much difficulty. i feel spoiled, honestly, when i know so many other artists struggle filling commissions too. but i've always had good fortune, i guess. good luck. but not since the year began. it's been so hard to fill in requests, so hard to fill slots. even when my prices are cheaper, it's still so hard. which is crazy, because 2 years ago i was consistently filling slots like crazy. i had consistent income, for the most part. i was able to help my family, avoid eviction, pay for water, clothes, food. emergencies like car wrecks, medical stuff -- god, its insane how much my art has helped me. it's scary. to think about what woulld happen if i didnt have this skill.

back then, like my art looked like this in 2021.

i look back and i wonder. this is fine, its definitely my art style. but how did i makee so much money off of stuff like this? so much more than i do now? i still draw fanart, and my art's been getting better. i think its honestly just bad luck, or maybe algorithm has flopped a lot of my stuff. either way, it's sort of humbling. Extremely humbling, that even with all this improvement - it still may not be enough to get me anywhere. i've never struggled before, trying to open commissions even when ive always focused on original content primarily. i know its hard to get popularity when you only draw ocs, but ive been fine for the most part. getting by, until lately.

i think i'll just have to keep working harder. see what people enjoy, but its just really ego crushingi think. And i could care less about popularity or anything. i think the really awful part is that im just stressed all the time about how i can keep making money off of this when its been so hard to even fill slots, let alone gaining peoples interests. Is this competition related? is this just a shit time for artists? am i just flopping. Who knows.. ohwell. ill survive

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public-venting-zone · 7 months

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Sorry if any of this is against your guidelines at all I'm drunk so its hard to think/read also sorry for typos. Also sorry if it gets confusing i really can't think. I hate my mom so much. She's trying to guilttrip me into forgiving her by lying to me and make me feel really bad for being uspet with hr for hurting me when she's like gone 24/7 and making me pay all the bills even though she's the one working and im disabled so im forced to dip into my savings to pay for shit. She's letting her stupid boyfriend hurt me like she used to with our family when i was a kid and she's upset with me for being mad that shes literally never home and never helps me with anything. I hate her and I hate my friends for never being there when i need them and for some of them telling her shit so she has more ammo against me. Ugh sorry i cant think. I hate being alive but dying is so hard.

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It’s okay, your vent fits the guidelines just fine!

Thank you for sharing this. I hear you. This is not okay and your mom should not be treating you like this. I’m honestly appalled by her behavior!

It’s disgusting how she forces you to use your own savings to pay for her bills, and how she doesn’t ever help you with things. Is there any chance you could tell me what you mean when you say she lets her boyfriend hurt you?

I know my blog is for venting, but this sounds like abuse and/or neglect. Here are a few resources for you, if you think you need them:

About/recognizing disabled abuse

Hotlines and talklines

FAQs about investigations and reporting the situation

More information

#vent blog #i will post your vents #tw vent #tw abuse #tw disabled abuse #cw vent #disabled #mom problems #safe space for vents #vent post #tw mental health #venting #vent here

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jacksazrael09 · 10 months

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VENT: TRIGGER-WARNING

I’m not jealous, my Borderline is.

Im not that jealous. I’m not scared of others taking my partner or else. I’m scared he fall in love with someone else.

Im jealous of him being where we wanted to be. Where we went two weeks ago. I need to work to make money to survive feed my cats pay my bills pay the animal doc. To buy groceries. I can’t go there right now. We got a lot of fun and I’m happy he can relax there but I’m jealous Caus at this moment there are friends I also wanted to meet there. Now he got like two friends (yes one annoys him but still) there. And new ones we made there. He can relaxe and life his life there and I can’t.

I also want that kind of fun I also wanna relaxe and Do not need to worrie about anything here. Just to escape reality for one moment again.

I need to do everything in my apartmant alone. Fix my lights set up my pc and my washing Maschine. I need to fix my cables and my electric. I need to sell the kittens I got I need to make my household and go to work for like 8-9 hours a day. I don’t have really ly much free time.

The psychiatrist I once got a appointment at told me I should not be working. I should be in a close mental hospital. I should take a break Caus my mental health and stability is as fragile as anything can be.

I haven’t had thoughts about suicide in a long while but in the last three days I was thinking about it a lot again. So much that I want to stop existing again so bad.

I don’t see a point in living anymore. We are suposed to work all our life’s to pay some bills just to exist at the edge of being homeless just to keep going no matter how broken we are. Just to have like a month of vacation in one fucking year. Days for days we are working non stop. This isn’t fun this isn’t life!

This isn’t supposed to be life. Why do we keep going like this? The world is already burning but we still try to ignor it!

I’m so done with my life. I’m so so tired I just wanna rest I wish the thinking would stop I wish my breathing would stop I wish to simply stop existing but I some how can’t. The little friends I made are at this point to or to good.

Even he try’s to focus on positive thinks and try to help me thinking about them to but I don’t see anything positive. Nearly everything I planed this year is not possible to do Caus of work.

I just wanna escape. I wanna go back where I feel like a human where I feel free and happy.

Sylt was the first time after two years wegre I truly felt happy and appreciated. Whee I could be myself and have people around me with the same energy. Where I was seen as the man I am

But it feels like Nobody is listing to me. Yes I wanna dye. So badly I wanna just stop but Nobody let me. Nobody just thinks about telling me they understand my thoughts.

I try my best to get healthy. I take my meds I make me a routine and shit but it still DOSNT work. Yes it takes time but I don’t have this time.

My cats make me crazy that I’m scared that I get so angry at them that I break theyr necks. I’m daylie crying Caus of them. I’m constantly angry Caus of everything I’m done.

I’m at a point where I don’t wanna feel anything anymore. I’m at a point where I want to take so many drugs that I just stop feeling.

I rather be homeless than exist like this. Some times I play with the thought to leave everything behind me without telling anyone. And I nearly did it. I can’t open up at the moment and I know nobody can see it but why. It’s so clear how broken I am.

So yes. Im jealous. Even life fucks all of us I would kill to not be here, to not be me, I just wanna escape from everything and run away and yes maybe it’s stupid and yes maybe it will kill me but I’m fine with it. The urge to self harm again is so fucking big but I give my best to not do anything.

I’m tired of everything.

Yes I want my friends to have fun. Yes I want him to feel happy but I’m jealous. I want it two. I want to be there so fucking bad but I can’t.

Nobody can save me. Nobody can help me. Nobody understands it in the way I want to be understood.

It hurts my soul and heart but I don’t think even he can keep me alive for much longer. I love him so fricken much but the world is hurting me so fucking much that I just wanna fucking dye. Life makes me unhappy and it hurt to exist and see others happy. Yes they wanna work but I don’t it’s just pain I’m happier without it and I rather run away in a different country and be homeless than exist here any longer.

I can’t describe how bad my mental health is and how bad I wanna stop existing. But they can’t help me.

I just wanna cry. I wanna cry in his arms and be as broken as I am. I wanna stop hiding it but if I do I will break really really bad. And I don’t know if I will survive it.

I want him to see it. I want him to read it and to come to me but I know it won’t happen and I don’t want to be a burden for anyone….

I wanna be free.

I wanna be loved.

I wanna be happy.

I wanna be me.

I wanna life.

I’m just dead.

I’m dead inside.

I’m a walking shell.

Everyone is done here.

The world is burning.

When will it finally end?

When will it finally stop…

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weabooweedwitch · 2 years

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I uh

I dont even know how to word this and not sound kind of cruel but I think I lowkey met like an actually evil mentally ill person today. I think she may have tricked me into doing something I wasn't supposed to do for the purpose of reporting me for it later because she's been deliberately causing scenes at our store and acting like she wants financial compensation for it.

This is a really long vent post but uh. I feel like I need to write this to save these details into my memory and on print

Today she was acting totally fine and i didn't realize who she was until i was outside alone with her. She basically "revealed herself" by bringing up a specific story that allegedly happened to her, I story I immediately recognized being told by a manager about "this nightmare woman screaming abuse". So she basically comes to our store, shopped, and said "im disabled i need help loading my car" which, guess what, is not actually a service our store provides nor is obligated to provide but she will not take no for an answer. So I help her because I like idk didn't want the store to get in trouble or us get in trouble for refusing, and she wanted to give me a tip for helping load her car. I told her no multiple times and was really nice like "oh no, I don't want you to feel obligated just because I was nice" but she talked me into accepting a single dollar bill

This woman was already, uh, "showing signs of her disorder" and was threatening to sue another coworker over severe abuse and she started mentioning like, disability lawyers and shit, and now hours later now that im calm,, I'm thinking "fuck she actually straight up tricked me into taking money from her when im not supposed to" and im absolutely positive she had malicious intent because of the way she gave me the money. I saw other cash in her wallet and she was speaking like she wanted a specific denomination of money but only gave me a single dollar bill? She's going to come back later and say I violated my job or took advantage of her as an elderly disabled woman or something and

And I just. She like. Did something that kind of chilled me a little bit. I'm talking to her and she's being kind of incoherent and unreasonable, complaining about my coworkers but being nice to me,, and I go to hand her a quarter back and she notices my hands are shaking. She's sharp amd present enough to notice my hands were shaking from me quickly handing her a small coin. And she commented on it, all sweet like "oh im sorry to have to put you in this position" (this position being,, outright asking me to report "my abusive coworkers" to management)

She just. She just legitimately manipulated every single interaction she had when she entered the store. And you know what? The first time this happened, the incident where she claimed she was so horrifically abused, which again did not happen? On that day, she had gone up to a manager and said something like

Oh my god wait. The very first thing she said to me was asking if I was a new manager. She was checking to see who I was and how nice I was and she specifically requested me by name to help her with her groceries. She was planning on using me from the very second she walked up to me. Jesus

But continuing that previous thought she deadass asked my manager "isn't there usually some sort of discount or compensation when there's been cases of abuse"

This woman is deliberately making us go outside to load her car where there aren't any cameras and she's trapping us into these horrible conversations where she's talking about how old and disabled she is and how abusive we are and threatening to report people to law enforcement and she's called corporate several times apparently, and the entire time, even as im giving her the 500% ass kissing best customer service treatment, she's still being unreasonable, basically being "my way or the highway"

At some point im trying to get her to empathize and I say something like "im so sorry someone made you feel scared like that. I can relate as someone with an anxiety disorder who has panic attacks and

She interrupts me. Interrupts me, with this, like, I don't even know, literally says "you don't have anxiety, that's just what happens when you work in a hostile work environment with abusive people" and was asking me personal questions about how my coworkers treat me

It's just. I'm so like fucking legitimately scared of her now honestly. She played the part of this helpless old woman but she deliberately did crafty manipulative things and at the end of the conversation she was saying "oh thank you for your help Miranda, bless you" and I get an idea and I say "and thank you, and im sorry I think I forgot to ask your name?" and she just smiles and says "bless you" again, and that's sketch as fuck, deliberately not wanting to tell me her name

But. Yeah uh. I'm just kind of shaken because she was really hammering home to me how she wanted to pursue some sort of charge against my coworker and I just. I worry about things like ADA law and how what if hypothetically "she wins" you know....

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biscuitsngravie · 5 months

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vent under cut // disability, injury

sometimes i wish i was just born with the disabilities i have now. like, im sure that i was already disabled to an extent (most teenagers don't get sick once a month for a year i dont think) but it's like

when ppl say ur one accident away from houselessness or disability they're right. cause after my first car accident i was mostly "fine" (fine enough to walk home instead of taking the ambulance cause i was scared of the cost). i was lucky that i ended up working from home for that year coincidentally enough. credit score? shot. finances? shot. but i could still "function" mostly.

then there was my second car accident. being the passenger, that quote about passengers getting the bulk of injury? yeah. couldnt walk, couldnt stand, could barely breathe. but i did it. did my at home exercises and learned how to mostly do things again. like yeah my back hurts more often than not, and i cant stand for as long as i used to, and there are these weird pains all over my torso sometimes, but im "fine."

then that fucking ladder months after my second accident. if those two didnt take me out, the ladder sealed the deal. barely able to do anything by lie down and stretch my muscles as needed. constantly on painkillers just to go to exist. and after months of physical therapy (i had to go to myself because it wasn't "far enough" to be covered, which included a minimum of an hour walk and occasionally more) im deemed good enough to go back to work for one hundred percent care. yay me.

im "totally" healed, right? buuuuut i just gotta do these back exercises every day for the rest of my life to stand and oh yeah, im at risk of scoliosis now. im "good as new," right? yeah for sure, i just need to take some form of painkiller on occasion because all the places that "used" to hurt (they never really stopped hurting) will have flair ups and, oh would you look at that, i cant walk today. i cant stand today. i cant breathe today.

im so tired. jobs dont take me seriously cause im not legally registered as disabled. but if i even put on the application or mention that ive at the minimum history of disability, they ask me if i can "handle" the job. they send me emails saying they "filled the position." so since im not "really" disabled they can just basically give me bullshit. and i would register, and i wanna register so bad! i want a prescription for a wheelchair, to get a proper crutch, or crutches when both my knees arent being agreeable. i wanna be able to sit in the fucking disability spot on the bus without people staring at me to get up just because someone with a visible disability came in or an elderly person walked on.

im tired of having to pretend that im not in constant fucking pain because im so young. young people arent disabled. black women arent disabled.

but its also so scary. to prove disability is one of the most frightening and dehumanizing processes ive heard of. even when i was doing the claim after i fell off the fucking ladder did prove to be a hassle. and that was in my favor. the fact that ive been working is definitely not gonna help the situation. "if disabled, why work? 🤔"

theres also the savings cap. i have trips i wanna go to, places i wanna be. having a savings cap on being a recipient of disability is actually asinine. theyre pushing to raise and it and GOD i hope that bill goes through.

they basically fuck you over if you're married so there goes my aspirations of partnering ig. countries that wont let you cause ur disabled. countries that wont let you immigrate because of disability. its all so much.

this is all so fucked and this system is so fucked and its so tiring. i just honestly wish i was just born with whatever i have going on right now so that id know what to do. i just woke up one day and now i have an entire routine just to exist and i just wish it was already part of my life in some way ig. idk.

part of me is so mad. why did i listen to those people pressure me to get a car? why did i have to comment on missing that turn? why did they try to make that turn? why didnt i just, idk, not fall off the ladder hello?? why didnt i just take the medical debt from the hospital? would i be able to walk better or get care or get a case and be approved if i just kept going to the hospital instead of working?

hell, those fuckers at the original emergency room didnt even touch me, saying that i'll "bounce back because [i'm] young." its been a year now. theres not fucking "bouncing back."

i cant fucking walk as well as i used to. i cant stand some days. some days i have to practice how to breathe. i just wish that instead of having repeated trauma i was just born with it or something so that this isnt new. i hope that doesnt come off as ignorant as fuck or rude. idk how else to word it.

i wonder about if i can even take the sports i want to next year. or if i can even work at this new job that wants me to work all these hours a week. idk. working all those hours a week is ridiculous anyway. if the accidents didnt disable me that shit wouldve eventually anyway ig. guess i just got a head start. look at me, an overachiever. i did next week's work, too, teacher.

i feel like if i could get diagnosed or if i got diagnosed as a child that i'd be "legit." that i woudlnt have to "prove" to anyone that im disabled. i hate telling people i hurt and hearing about how much i "dont know about." or hear "wait till ur older." im tired of having to constantly tell ppl that young ppl can hurt, too, just to divulge in my medical history to "prove" that im "actually" disabled. im so tired. i just wanna say my knee hurts and someone passes me an ibuprofen or acetaminophen.

#vent #vent post #personal vent #disability

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cryoriku · 1 year

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feellikeimgonnaconstantlythrowupallthetimmeeeee never emotionally got to recover from my last situation bc the person just wanted to pretend like it didnt happen instead of resolving it and didnt realize because we just numbed tf over it but that entire safe space feels fucked plus a lot has changed in the small time we couldnt talk to anyone really and i chase it but i cant keep up to stay relevant and cool and funny and we're blurring as hell and work is FINE but my stupid mentally ill brain is breaking from working full time (which would be bad enough but also all the training is done from home) i wont stop shaking and i just wanna cry but we move out soon and need the money. im venting so much on here and i don't want to be but without a safe space and without a therapist (because my stupid boss won't give me a schedule to even make appointments in and when i make them ahead of time she gets upset) i have nowhere else to go. i dont expect people to reply to this i just need it out. this is so miserable. none of our interests are engaging or comforting us right now either.

i wish id never left florida. i have less here than i had there. i wish i stayed and played as some bimbo at a bar in the keys until some rich man swooped me up and told me he wanted to take care of me. i probably wouldnt then if all my needs were met but if i ever had to go inpatient then i know i could without actively making my situation worse by devoiding myself of money that couldve went to food or rent.

i dont want to die. i want to disappear. but i think its gonna only get harder to keep myself alive. its cruel to say this because i know how emotionally abused and controlled we were as children but it feels almost sick in retrospect knowing then how suicidal we were when we had food on the table and hot showers and no bills and now. no because we didnt even get that bc of roxas's consistently borderlining ed i swear was spurred by our parents comments and having our near naked body checked to make sure we werent cutting or hiding anything (yeah, dont let your suicidal baby get therapy or comfort them or anything, take away their phone and friends and invade their privacy nonstop because fear and deprivement will DEFINITELY make it better)

our youtube career better kick off as soon as we are in an apartment and start paying the bills because . hey! have i mentioned being demiromantic sucks ass! its 7am. i have got to stop typing. im going to get food or keep sleeping.

edit: i decided to lay in bed longer then birthgiver entered the room and im reminded i dont have room to have mental illness i need to grow up and get the fuck out of this house because i cant keep living like this her not gonna say more on this or im gonna explode.

#vent #not looking for replies but its ok if u do just needed a place to dump

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meowlimia · 2 years

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TW ED vent

This isn’t an ed post necessarily. the first part of this post is a regular vent and the 2nd part is ed related business. trigger warning, i mention sxicide, food, ed related things, depression, etc. i dont plan on ever tagging my posts so this is probably the last big trigger warning i’ll put on my posts.

This is kind of a jumbled mess, i just typed exactly what i felt and what came to mind. i dont do in depth ed logs so if youre here for that this isnt it, i just cant be asked.

So like to get right into it. Me and my bestfriend have been having PROBLEMS. like bad ones. at least i think their bad, she thinks everything is dandy. She likes to do this funny girly thing where she finds a new person to date every few months and they become the absolute center of her world. despite, of course, us being bestfriends for 5 years. I’m not a jealous or possessive friend, I think that stuff is gross and makes me uncomfortable. but its annoying, some days she doesnt message at all, or leaves me on seen for almost an entire day. and when she DOES respond, its to tell me about all the fun theyve been having and how much shes missing him. which is great, im glad shes happy, he seems like the first genuinely good person shes dated. i just wish i didnt have to hear about it constantly, i wish my value as a friend didnt go to 0 everytime she finds a new person to obsess over. and of course, i always have to pick up the pieces and join in her snarking of her exes because they were definitely 100% of the problem (in all fairness, they were all really shitty).

The thing i find an issue with is like. she will NEVER stop talking about him. ben this ben that my god i dont even know ben why do i need to hear about him. i would understand if she need to vent or just wanted to talk about him a little, thats completely fine. but what im not okay with is day in day out talking ONLY about ben.

The only non-ben related thing we talk about is how awful shes feeling. sending me random pictures of her crying, talking about how she wants to kill herself, or her self harm, her bloody scratches. the worst part is she thinks its funny, and acts like shes not doing it to purposefully worry me. what do you want me to say? this is the 10th crying picture youve sent this week, this is the 10th time youve mentioned your self harm. i dont know what you expect me to do, i cant live in a perpetual state of worry and stress over how youre doing anymore. its exhausting. especially when she KNOWS how bad my ed is getting for me, how at this point im barely living for any reason other than purging and binging.

Yet of course, when i vent, i get the usual. “sorry bbg, not feeling up to reading/listening right now. love you” thanks! i genuinely do understand. thats why i tell her everytime what the voice message is, or what the hidden message is. i know shes struggling, but i am an awful person too. i do feel the need to vent to my closest friend, i do feel the need to vocalize what im going through. Either way, she gets upset when i delete it, because i felt guilty, ashamed, and embarrassed that i sent it in the first place.

I feel awful and guilty for it, but sometimes i feel like i truly hate her. I absolutely shouldnt feel this way, she is suffering greatly with her illnesses. I havent lived in her shoes, i dont know just how bad it is for her, i have no place to be upset at her for how shes feeling. But i still do. sometimes i just dont understand why shes being like this. She is on medication, she has a job she enjoys and doesnt pay rent/bills/anything, she has 4 people at anytime interested in her romantically, she makes friends within minutes of meeting people, she has a nice room with fun things shes bought or other people have gifted to her, she has a caring supportive boyfriend, she has great hair, she is genuinely beautiful inside and out and has a great personality. i just dont understand. its disgusting to say it and i know that, but i cant help it.

anyway thats my vent about my friend over. ed catch up time xx

things have been going well, in terms of losing weight/restricting/purging.

I’ve started to purge maybe 3-5 times a day? sometimes more in small amounts. something ive noticed is that i dont really binge often? usually i eat normal meals. like one packet of samyang ramen, fried eggs, and chamomile tea. its a small meal not calorie wise, one regular samyang pack is 530 calories, plus maybe 200 cals from the eggs, and maybe 100 for the oil i cook them in. the chamomile tea is 2 calories, plus maybe 20 with the tiny bit of honey i put in. its not a low calorie meal but its pretty small in portion size. either way, i’ll still purge something like that. i dont go on the kind of crazy binges ive heard a lot of people with eds do, like 3k or 6k meals. thats not from a sense of superiority, i just genuinely dont have access to enough food to do crazy binges like that

i think this is why i dont purge as much as i could be. sometimes a meal is so small i just cant be bothered to even try. like after some meals im just glued to my bed and wont get up for hours.

i was gonna add more to this, but truly i already feel sick thinking about it. i didnt think just writing about it would make my cravings kick in so bad.

either way, im going to keep going, till im pleased with my weight i guess. my psychologist recommended me to an eating disorder therapist. i hate the idea of recovery, but just having someone to talk to will be nice i guess. maybe it’ll hep me redirect the anger i feel towards my bestfriend for making me feel unheard. i hope it does. i truly love and care about her and i want to stop having these negative hateful thoughts.

#cw ed #cw vent #cw food

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haeroniel-doliet · 3 years

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Why am i a 22 yr old adult scared of moving back in with my parents???

Lmao accidental vent in tags cw.

#why is a bitch crying about it #why is a bitch paralyzed in bed for days even though she desperately needs to be cleaning packing and sorting shit out before #movinh country in a few days #this shit is overwhelming and im not ok #its a hard enough time on like. every front #sorry vent post #but im fucking falling apart #not that emotional turmoil will ever phtsically harm you so its just extra garbage #yes its hard 'finishing' uni and leaving a life youve built (your first life youve built by yourself) behind for all you know permanently #its also hard actually still failing that final year of uni with no hope in sight of finishing by mid july #its also just hard moving houses! period! and countries! and ending a job and packing and cleaning and getting bills and accounts sorted #its really fucking hard saying goodbye to people and friends and hobbies even though its not the end end we have the internet #but FUCK I XANT STOP CRYING #its hard moving back in with your parents when youve become more independent! end of!#its hard coping with a strained relationship to both thats i guess never been worked through. yes i'm loved and cherished apparently #idk what to blame tho for the fact i feel belittled #patrronized. misunderstood. inadequate. every horrible word in the book because oh they dont mean to hurt me like that #maybe itll be fine and im lwtting mental illness exaggerate bad memories #anyway my dads love is conditional my depression isnt real and if i just got up off my ass and lost weight and did everything right #everything would be great!#cant wait!!!!!!!!!#i wish i was better

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hi!! can i request a hc of the batfam reaction of their eastasian!reader gf experiencing racism? thank you <33

just a reminder if you took place in any involvement of asian hate block me rn bitch :)

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this anon, i tried to make it accurate without stepping over any boundaries since im not asian myself. if anyone finds any sort of this offensive pls dm me !!

warning ; racism, batfam beating hoes, mention of blood

parings : bruce wayne x asian!reader, jason tood x asian!reader, dick grayson x asian!reader, stephanie brown x asian!reader, tim drake x asian!reader, damian wayne x asian!reader

BRUCE WAYNE:

it’ll honestly take a minute for bruce to realize what happened

when first entering the store he took notice of the man glaring but brushed it off thinking it was directed towards him as bruce wayne

you however didnt really pay attention to the dirty looks being thrown at you

with bruce excusing himself to the restroom and makes a promise of a quick return, you wander around the area by yourself

it was all fine until a man approaches you, giving a fast glance at him before turning away. there was definitely something up with him

“you don’t belong here”

your head shot up at his words, looking around you to make sure he was talking to you

“excuse me?” you lift an eyebrow at him, knowing what he was hinting at

“you fucking heard me, you don’t belong here. go back to your country.”

you inch away as he steps closer,”you better back the fuck away..”

he simply gives a smug face only coming closer,”or what?” you tighten your jaw when he loosely lets out a slur, your fists clenched.

“or i dislocate your arm.”bruce’s voice rings out, deep in anger as his eyes flicker to you and scanning to see if you were ok physically.

the ugly bitch’s face pales when he realizes who’s your boyfriend. without hesitation bruce yanks him away from you, slamming him to the wall

demanding for a first and last name, squeezing his neck when the guy stays quiet

shaking he gives in and tells, flinching when bruce slams him against the wall one last time before dropping him

“i guaranteed whatever poor status you do contain i’ll tear it completely, say goodbye to your job.” he grabs for your hand and brings you into him as you both walk away.

“i’m sorry i shouldn’t have left you alone, my fault,”he presses a kiss to your temple.”and please don’t think any worth of that garbage’s words.”

you shake your head,”he was just some lowlife, not worth thinking about.” you reply leaning into him.

he looked at you and could tell no matter what those words still hurt somewhat and it angered him to no end

no one deserved to hear that disgusting shit, especially not his girlfriend.

his eyes hardens but doesn’t push further to make you anymore uncomfortable than you probably already are

giving another kiss to the side of your head he makes a quiet promise to himself not to leave you alone anymore in public with disgusting people like that around

jason todd:

as soon as the slur leaves the guy’s lips jason’s fist collides to his jaw, no doubt shattering it

you and jason were grabbing lunch at some restaurant slash bar since it was the first time in a few days jason was free

everything was okay until you got up to go to the bathroom and some guy bumped into you

jason watched with hardening eyes as you apologize instead of the guy who slammed into you

“watch where the fuck you’re going at.”

you fall shock at the word, staying in place

while jason is on his feet in no time, swinging to the asshole’s face

screams were heard as well as the sound of bones breaking from his fist impact, the guy stumbling to the floor

“you racist fucking prick that’s my girlfriend you ugly fuck,”lifting him by his shirt he grabs his face and turns him to you.”apologize to her before i break your fucking face.”

he quickly rambles apologizes, crying in fear or pain. most likely a mix of both

jaaon lets him go and gives him another punch, this time to the nose. finding satisfaction at the pool of blood now seeping out

jason grabs your hand and starts to lead you outside,”let’s go eat somewhere else and forget about this shithole.”

you barely had time to give a reaction to anything as everything happened so fast

“hey look at me, don’t listen to that worthless fuck and his fucked up mindset. i dont know what to say to comfort you since i never experienced anything like this.” he stops at the car, placing his hands onto your shoulders

you nod sighing lightly, you only wanted a simple lunch with your boyfriend but instead got hate crime for simply breathing.

“it’s nothing i haven’t gone through before,”he shakes his head blue eyes filling up with rage.

“no one’s gonna be doing that anymore, or at least getting away with it while i’m around

DICK GRAYSON:

he was completely taken by surmise at the slur being thrown at you, as well as the fault of you being the root of the covid 19

but before he had any time to react you were already on your feet glaring,”the fuck you just called me you piece shit.”

before he could reply you already kneed him and punched him between the eyes, dick laughing at the cries of pain

“you want me to take over or you wanna handle it babe?”

even how badly he wanted to beat the shit out of the pos the choice was yours

you denied and wanted to handle this on your own

but everytime the guy tried to get up dick would just shake his head and tell him to stay down, or simply push him back down

eventually if you start going too far richards would pull you away and tell you hes not worth it

he understands your anger but he doesn’t want you to past a line you won’t recover from bc of some worthless grime

“c’mon, he’s not worth anymore of our time. lets go eat pizza.”

DAMIAN WAYNE:

swing first talk later

he’ll just look at guy for a few seconds with a blank face

then he’s literally knocking them out

will probably kick him into the wall or ground

u dont know if you wanna pull him away because you already the tabloids, or if you wanna let him continue to beating the guy

damian probably wouldn’t realize how much he beat the guy to a pulp until you’re tugging him away

nudging his neck with to your nose to try and calm him down

he’ll end the fight with spitting on him tbh

your face reddens with anger when your eyes met the racist bitch, enjoying the view of his blood on the floor

“racist piece of shit,” he hisses before finally turning his back brow still frowning with anger

unlike the others (mentioned) he also knows and experienced racism and understands your point view way more

and know bow to comfort you better tbh

afterwards he’ll talk to you and comfort you, as well as opening up about his racist encounters, as well as his mothers.

if you’re still upset about what happened some hours later he 100% offers to beat up the guy again

you laugh it off cos hes serious about doing detective work, finding the guy and beating him to a pulp

you thank him but deny his offer and settle to confiding into him and just telling him how your feelings

STEPHANIE BROWN:

“are you fucking serious right now bitch?”

steph deadpans staring at the girl who called you the slur with ease, going on about how you were the cause of corona and to go back to your country

shocked at the words, hearing all of this before but it still doesn’t fail everytime you hear them

turning to you and seeing the hurt on your face from the word, she quickly turns to seeing red

without a second thought she grabs the collar of the woman’s shirt

“you’re gonna fucking apologize to my girlfriend right now or i’m gonna slam your face into the floor and break it

you stay still, pleased at watching the girl shake in fear under steph as she chokes out a mesh of a shit rushed apologizes

stephanie throws her down to the ground after her third apologize

“are you okay?” she knew you weren’t but asking the question would lead into the stage of comforting you

you nod but go on to tell her that this isn’t the first or last time this will happen, but it still never fails to shock you

she frowns at your experiences and doesn’t quite know what to do to help since she never went thru anything like that

she offers to take you to your favorite restaurant and end the day in wayne manor watching whatever you wanted

smiling when you accept, pulling you in her and pressing a kiss on-top of your head

“dont worry i’ll beat any jackass that pulls any racist shit.”

TIM DRAKE:

i think he’ll be the less violent one out of everyone

he would honestly be so disgusted and gross out at humanity and how the woman thinks shes superior just because she’s white

if it was a guy saying what was said, then he would probably hit them ngl

but he takes the higher road with the woman, belittling and ending her with his vocabulary

and you’re pretty sure that his words hurt her more than an actual punch would

you laugh when he compares her built to a buffalo

he then goes on to a more education lean, explaining how skin tone has nothing to do with a person, and she should adapt to modern times and stop being a racist cunt

after he ends it he goes on to find out who she is and email/call her workplace to inform what kind of employee they have

probably also goes on to make sure she wont be hired anywhere else

comforts you alot and and will get you anything you want

prob gets you both milkshakes as you vent to him about today and other racist things said to you

hates how you have to go thru any of this for simply existing

the incident opens his eyes and he starts talking to bruce about opening a charity for ‘stop asian hate’

would shy away from the press and say you both came up with the fund

u’ll dismiss that rq and tell everyone it was all tim’s idea

all the money goes people got assaulted and paying for any hospital bills or anything needed

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fever-dreamxo · 4 years

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im just going to vent about something kinda personal cause thats what i do on here although i hate it

so i’m in my room and i’m having a depressive episode. i’ve been on and off crying and overall feeling very shitty about myself and my life. i don’t feel like talking to people and i’m trying to keep from crying still but i have to leave my room to move my car to the other side of the street (streetsweeping) and get something to eat

i’m getting something to eat and my mom tells me something. now i get that she thought it was a completely harmless funny story but she just didn’t know there was something i wouldn’t like about it. i also may have seemed more ‘mad’ about it when i was trying to be emotionless and reasonable bc, as i said i’m in a depression and have recently been crying and am still really emotionally vaulnerable.

she says she was in my room doing bills because i’d left the door open and wasn’t home and told me about how my cat was bothering her and was just telling me funny stuff about my cat, like her doing all those things i always tell my parents she does in my room

but i really don’t like the idea of my mom going into my room to do bills or something when i am not there. because it is kind of my ‘space’, i keep a lot of private stuff in there like journals, my computer, even therapy diary cards where i track things like whether or not i self harmed or had suicidal thoughts, clearly things i don’t want other people seeing. and i sometimes just leave those things out carelessly because i have trusted and take for granted the fact that other people do not go in my room and do things there when i am gone.

so i just said ‘can you please not go in my room and do things there when i’m not home’

the entire time she is acting really rude and condescending to me, kind of angry and has a major ‘tone’ while i am trying to stay reasonable and not get emotional or mad. she is asking me why and like, arguing with me about it. saying why can’t she go into my room because it’s her house and ‘our’ house and we should all be able to go wherever we want. and i say well i just think of it as my space and don’t want other people going in there for a while when i am not home.

then of course she makes a low blow and uses the ‘well i pay for everything so technically it’s my room so i can go in there if i want’ which honestly i didn’t entirely expect that, i thought we were past that but it fucking hurt because one of the reasons i was so depressed is because i was already feeling so worthless and shitty about myself that i live at home and can’t even afford to pay them rent not that they need it because they’d still afford this house whether or not i am there paying rent and plus i pay for pretty much everything else i use. she says i’m not going through your stuff or anything so why is that a problem. and i don’t understand why she just can’t say okay and just not do it any more cause it’s really not that hard to understand that i don’t want people in my room doing stuff when i’m not there and it kinda feels like an invasion of privacy!!

and i said she probably wouldn’t like it if i was doing stuff in her room while i was gone but she insisted she wouldn’t care but i’m sorry but she knows she would care and that you shouldn’t do your bills or whatever in someone’s room without them asking. she knows it would be weird if my dad did his work in my room while i was gone without telling me, if my brother did homework in my room while i was gone without telling me. and that’s the only reason i really care- because she could’ve at least asked but she didn’t even tell me and that means she must have known i wouldn’t like it but went in there anyways!

and it’s like, i could’ve laid out the reasons. i could’ve explained that it’s my -space- because she has the entire house as her space but the only space that is -mine- to me, that holds my belongings, that holds practically everything i own, that i can decorate and do whatever i want in- is my room. she said the house is ‘ours’ but then pretty much immediately after says what she truly believes- the house is mine, your room is mine, everything is mine and you’re just a visitor here.

and it fucking sucks because i want my own space, i want my own place, i’m a fucking adult but i can’t fucking afford it and it’s a huge fucking burden on me!!! my room is the only place that feels like MINE and literally all i was asking was that she not do bills in there! that’s why i didn’t want to explain, because i knew she will argue against it no matter what i say and i don’t know why it’s so hard for her to just say ‘okay, i’m sorry and that’s fine, i won’t do my bills in your room without asking anymore, i didn’t realize you wouldn’t have wanted me to do that’

and of course, i somehow ended up being the one saying ‘i’m sorry’ at the end of it. what was i even saying ‘i’m sorry’ for? for asking something so simple of someone because of my need for privacy, because okay maybe she’s not the same (but she’s also not experiencing the same thing as me) but i am just a private person? am i apologizing for ever daring to upset her in the slightest, because what really matters here is that i offended her, by asking for something so small that barely inconveniences her?

i’m just... upset by this. not even pissed. i don’t have the energy to be mad about it anymore. but i’m going through a lot of shit mentally and situationally right now, and she just really kicked me while i’m down, whether she knows it or not.

#if you read this thanks i guess idk why but i like to feel heard even if it's only by a few people when i'm feeling down about stuff #oh and ntm i also had a feeling someone had been in my room when i first came into it after being out today but thought i was trippin #she probably moved some things tbh #and that's why i'm upset i leave things like my calendar and stuff on my desk a lot of the time and i write some personal shit in almost!#everything!!#ugh

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odinsblog · 4 years

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i s2g i *hate* christmas shopping. and yeah i waited until today the sunday b4 christmas to do 80% of my shopping. its my own damn fault, i know

sometimes it just brings out the worst in me. im a people person under normal circumstances, but damn. imma vent a little

first of all, i vehemently hate wallmart okay? but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do so i physically went in there for the first time in years. its like a million aisles in there and no salespeople anywhere in sight. maybe im misremembering but didnt there used to be salespeople working at walmart?

and then off to burlington coat factory

hoo boy

if people are in a looooong ass line waiting to get rang up, why is there always that one mf shopper who gets completely distracted by some of the impulse items lining the way to the cashier? like i dont mind if im being delayed bc somebody is digging for change to pay their bill. thats fine. hell i would even probably pay the remainder of their bill for them if they arent way too short. i am *not* an impatient person. especially not during the holidays

but when people get so distracted in line that they leave a 5 yard gap, it lowkey irritates me. and you cant say anything to people these days. next thing you know either a) there’s a video of me on social media and im tryna explain to the public how “honest im not the bad guy here,” or b) i end up shot dead bc “big scary black guy made me feel threatened” and the all white jury says “yup odin is definitely black & therefore he looks scary af. youre acquitted”

and then, just as i was rly starting to get annoyed, this cute little kid just runs up to me, lifts his arms up and motions for me to pick him up

cute kid, but im black not stupid. so i kneel down and ask him where are his parents but he answers me in spanish and unfortunately im only monolingual so i just stand up and kinda smile at him and then he runs back off to wherever he came from. but a few minutes later he shows up again and yells “raaarw” like hes a little monster, and i play like im afraid of him but honestly im starting to worry about where tf his parents are bc kids get snatched up every day. and nobody in my immediate vicinity is acting like the owners of this little 2 or 3yr old kid

then he runs off again only to return several minutes later, and this time he raises his right hand way in the air like he wants a hi 5 and right as im about to give him some skin

the little mf hits me hard right in my balls and runs away like a coward cute little tyke

and now im just standing there in line. trying to look tough and not cry show any pain. trying not to look like im ready to go start a fight a toddler. trying not to look around and see who saw me get punked by a 3ft tall ball sack puncher

the parents never showed up

nobody even asked me if i was ok or if i needed any medical attention or maybe a drink

i skipped watching football for this

anyway i do not like christmas shopping

#a post about me #i hate christmas shopping

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just-an-extra-ordinary-blog · 4 years

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fuck you answer all of them that you feel comfortable answering fuck you fuck you fuck yo

o wo thank you a once in a life time experience. also... i k n o w w h o y o u a r e

0. 5'7"??? 5'8"??

1. 16

2. idfk

3. no

4. no

5. again, no. im am a child of god (not rlly)

6. most ppl think im older but only for my height

7. nope.

8. maybe im afraid of needles but if i did get a tattoo it would be something pretty like flowers

9 & 10. basically same answer tattoos

11. i dont have A best friend because i DonT chOoSe fAvoriTes so @bassetthoe @comatose-max and a few others who dont have tumblr

12. dating the amazing wonderful beautiful @comatose-max (im pretty sure u sent this ask so fuckyou jk ily)

13. uhhhshouldishareornah *consideration👀👀*

14. uhhh lmao probably obvious gross stuff like feet stuff and things wjsgajsgs

15. IT chapter 1 & 2

16. literally if ur a good person and u love me for me. i dont have high standards sjshsjsh

17. @comatose-max more than fucking anything

19. uh i am a neat freak and also a perfectionist

20. everything. jk. probs the way i overthink everything and my weight

22. an elementary school teacher!! this is like one of the few things im sure about for my life (i think shsgshsgsjs)

23. uhm they kinda hate me and get mad at everything i say and do but its fine i love them anyways

24. my dads like my favorite person my mom is complicated

25. idk something outside maybe like at a park or a beach lmao again i dont have high standards. take me to a fckn 7/11 and id be happy asf

26. repetitive noises. i will literally come for ur throat if ur tapping or walking back and forth and just filling my head with unwanted background noises i s2g *proceeds to click a pen all day*

27. OkAy fIrsT oF AlL tHey Are nEiTher oF thOse but theyre rlly pretty theyre a lil shorter than me and have short curly brown hair thats super cute and brown eyes and like the best smile ever its super contagious and i cannt (u know who u fuckin are)

28. i genuinly cant think of a person i dislike wtf. oh theres one person. idk what they look like anymore tho

29. i lie a lot but i dont lie to friends unless its for a joke or smthg.

30. the work hahah. no mostly the expectations

31. "oh shit u right i shoulda known"

32. fat, stupid, lazy (used seriously) and other things. i mostly just get triggered by yelling

33. idk cant think of anything in particular. i dont get complimented that much so any compliment makes me feel better abt myself

34 & 35. idrk anything in particular for either. i just know i dont rlly like beards or super buff guys. lmao women are perfect djsgsjdg

36. i want a cute apartment literally anywhere with nice whether.

37. that im annoying and unfunny to all of my friends

39. mint chocolate chip

41. in san diego. preferably with @comatose-max

42. mashed potatoes lol

43. bill hader djshsjsh jkjk idk

44. uhh uhm uh hummingbirds legs are too weak so they cant walk

thank you whoever sent this ive literally been wanting asks for weeks lmao cUs i LoVe tAlKiNg AbouT mYself. jk its just fun and gets my mind off things and ive been needing that for a month. anyone is welcome to send me asks even if its nothing important or to vent ur problems. i cant promise good advice but ill try my best!!!

#ask game #long post #thank you #!!!#srsly this was fun lol #me #about me

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