Anonymous
I bought something online that looked perfect in the photos. It arrived and it's nothing like what I ordered. The disappointment is real.
Anonymous
I bought something online that looked perfect in the photos. It arrived and it's nothing like what I ordered. The disappointment is real.
Anonymous
) im tired of my parents judgement on me my mom is super helicopter mom I don’t feel any privacy in this house anyways since I was little I was raised the traditional way everything about me had to be perfect and anytime I stood infornt of my mom talking to her just standing there she starts bringing up my flaws which caused me to get body dysmorphia at 8 crazy right? I wish it stopped there she didn’t find any flaws about me academically (I haven’t got below 100 in 4 years with my lowest grade being 99.97) she still threatens me about that stuff while on the other hand my dad is around but isn’t present he’s either In a another country or at my uncles house I lived in fear for several years my mom accuses me of having no mercy but when I was 7 I would hear her saying(oh if I didn’t commit sucide this week I wouldn’t be me) while she was overwhelmed I would count down the daystill the week ends and stay by her what hurt me most was afterI sat at the kitchen table knife inhand abt tokms
Anonymous
I wish my parents loved me as a person, not just their kid. I feel like if I wasn't their kid they wouldn't like me at all. It's not like they like me as it is now.. they're always mad at me and I might be overreacting but I wish just for once that I would feel appreciated and loved, or at least have one moment of peace.. even just for a few seconds.. I wish someone would give me a hug :((
Anonymous
I am so tired of waking up and feeling like my body is a stranger. Every mirror, every outfit, every passing glance reminds me that the outside refuses to match the inside. I want a cure—something that just flips a switch and makes this ache stop, because living like this is exhausting. It’s infuriating that something so fundamental to who I am is treated like a problem I have to fix alone. I’m fed up with explanations, with compromises, with people minimizing how much this hurts. I deserve to feel at home in my skin, and I’m done pretending patience is enough when what I need is relief.