Do you ever just feel stuck? Like everything and everyone hates you. But then something good will happen and you'll be fine, making it so that no one will ever know how much it hurts, how much you hate everything. You don't quite wanna die, but you'd be fine if you did.
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4pm meeting on a Friday is a Geneva convention violation.
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My old art gets tolerable to look at without embarrassment by 2015.
Unfortunately I have art dating back to like 2006 to scan.
This is a fresh level of hell. Like it could be a lot worse but also hgjdjsjjsjsjjs I don't wanna look at it right now. But if I don't scan it they'll never see the light of day again since I'm getting rid of stuff for the move... and I'm scanning so I don't lose what's left of all my old art.
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I never am charging my phone again too much stupid drama it’s at 2 percent and I’m just done seems like too much of a frustration
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A summary of events
October: left my abusive ex, learned that people do care about me, learn just how isolated I was, hopeful for the first time in a long time, promised 6 months at this new place to get back on my feet
November: things were ok but not great, there's no right choices at this place either, learn that I was only helped so her partner would shut up, be repeatedly called a leech despite paying to be there and doing chores and cooking, only 1 person out if the 3 of us matters and gets a say and she hates me
December: receive expensive early Xmas gift, get told it's unacceptable for me to be there for 6 months cuz she doesn't want me there, cause a fight by telling the other person involved, get yelled at to leave while she's upset or else, leaving for the night was wrong somehow, get blamed for all their problems, no longer welcome back there and all my stuff is sent back to my ex, now homeless with no possessions in the winter, start couch surfing
January: only allowed to stay at places if I allow free access to my body at any time with no complaints, got my phone back and some of my clothes, living out of a backpack, keep getting blamed for problems that existed before I was around, spent time living outside on and off to get away from it all, realize I only have 1 person left in my life who still cares about me, don't trust it since its never real, lose my job due to being homeless and abused
February: found a place that would let me stay if I pay and do chores and cook, the guy there decided he was entitled to my body and starts fucking me behind his wife's back, I'm not allowed to say no
March: no change really things continue to be awful and I have no say in any of it, learn I don't matter beyond my open legs
April: get kicked out of that place due to being too helpful I guess, last remaining friend takes me in, staying at his parents house
May: nothing feels worth it any more, I don't really exist I'm just something to be used and tossed aside, niceness and caring hurt and are dangerous traps used to hurt me more
June: I still miss you constantly and wish I could have done better or maybe more, I am here physically, I feel this place is another place that I'm not wanted but begrudgingly allowed to stay for now,
July: there's no space for me here, there's no space for me anywhere, constantly walking on eggshells, put up with whatever is demanded with no complaint, privacy is not a right here
August: my birthday, lost 100% of my remaining income to pay off a debt my ex managed to pass off to me, told to take him to court but I don't have money for that, I'm just dead weight now, I cannot financially contribute anymore and that's the only thing that's allowed to matter, if I stay ill become a financial burden, if I leave I'll become an emotional one
2 more months and it'll have been a year since I tried to save myself only to have it all come crumbling down and down and down.... I wonder how it'll proceed to keep getting worse from here
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