All Rants

Part 2: Point being these neighbors of mine know they don't/shouldn't be that loud especially in the early morning. Yet they are. They've done multiple things to us that my family just wants to sweep under the rug because they don't want confrontation. I've already had a confrontation with another Karen previously when our vehicle mistakenly took their deserved spot. We misread the sign. So they sent someone to our door and is like "they're the type that'll call the police". Ok. I go to move it the batshit crazy woman jumps out of her car on me and goes berserk. Yeah I match energy and they had nerve to say I was the one being mean.? WTF!?! all you had to do is say please move your car. I genuinely would have done it no questions asked and apologized. But this Karen escalated it. Made it more than it should have been. So basically I've been the dart board and pinata of peoples bullshit treatment here because other family refuses to deal with anything. And they wonder why I got anxiety?

How do i explain to my younger brother that i didnt mean it and he ended up beating me up i just

I don’t know what to do anymore.

What are people's problems anymore? Is it because they're miserable they want you that way as well? Every morning for the last while this bitch of a neighbor has been roaring their floor waking me up like they don't gaf the amount of noise they make. I get the Karen "guess my neighbor's are getting up too" vibes from them. It's really pissing me off. I don't have to be up at those early hours. They crackle the floor everywhere they walk over us and sometimes it sounds like they're stopping and constantly running over something from the loudness of it . It's that bad. It's completely bullshit and I know they know better because somebody else stayed the weekend up there and that didn't happen so long as they were above me. I quite as a mouse actually. Idk wtf this person/s problems are this is getting old af. You can't talk to them because the logical thing would be to do that. Right? Well they previously didn't do that and mass reported us over something trying to get us evicted. Bitch.

I really hate owing someone something. Basically, I'm still torn if my decision is okay, I don't know. For my OJT, one of our blood related person backed me up to be accepted in the company. However, upon processing my papers for the company, it's been hard, for instance, we kept on waiting for them for 4-5 hours just for our papers to proceed. That is why I decided to find another company, and I got accepted too without other's influence. So now, my mother kept on reminding me that my choice is wrong cause the she already asked for a favor. But my parents are also the one who agreed for me to proceed my OJT in the other company. So now I'm torn, I'm ashamed, and I'm stressed. I know it's a consequence but I'm tired of my mother kept on reminding me that. And it doesn't help that our blood related person is our neighbors. Now, they are not talking to us. I know it's my fault that is why it's so hard for me to go on without being drained. I have no room for mistake cause I'm the eldest.

I get so angry sometimes. It’s like I just explode, or can’t take it anymore. I don’t like to blame people, but sometimes it feels so good to. I think my parents are what causes most of my anger. They don’t understand how I feel even though I’ve told them so many times. They expect me to be how they want me to be. I’m scared to see how they’ll react if I tell them I’m not straight. My friends at school are fine. I’ve told them more than I have to my parents. But most of the time, I don’t know what tot say to them. It’s like my brain has this filter, and I always think about what to say. I’m so scared people will think I’m boring when I don’t have anything fun to say because it’s happened b4. Is this social anxiety? Today I told my parents to shut up because I was just so pissed at them. I know it was the wrong thing to say at that time, but I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Sometimes I cut myself. My wrists have scars. My hands have scars. I’m scared of pain but I like it so much.

FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE MY PARENTS DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT HOW I FEEL EVERYTIME THEY JUST NEED TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO ‘OH DO YOUR HOMEWORK, WASH THE DISHES’ DO THIS DO THAT. LIKE I DONT FUCKING KNOW. IM NOT A FUCKING BABY. LIKE TODAY WHEN THEY TELL ME TO DO SOMETHING. I GET SO PISSED, ‘YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE EATING WHEN YOURE ABOUT TO DO *****’ I SAY SHUT UP. AND THEY GET ALL MAD ABOUT ME WHEN THEY WERE THE ONES WHO CAUSED IT. Am I in the wrong here? I don’t know anymore.

there is this guy in my school i really like him i think he likes me too but i can't be sure and i am thinking about him 24/7 i am really tired ,like i just want to not think about him for once

Don’t you just hate it when you say something online no matter how hateful or how graphic it is from the past, you confide in someone, vent to them with them saying “dw you can trust me” and when you finally do they block you immediately instead? Rly feels like u can’t trust anyone no matter what.

I fucking hate fat people. Not “curvy” or “plus-size” bullshit, actual obese slobs who waddle through life like entitled pigs, ruining everything they touch. They disgust me physically: the way their rolls spill over chairs, sweat staining everything, heavy breathing like they’re dying just from existing. Airports? Delayed by their bulk jamming seats. Planes groan under their weight while they cram in extra snacks. Restaurants? They Hoover down massive portions, then whine about “fatphobia” when society notices. It’s not just aesthetics, it’s the laziness and denial. They shovel processed garbage, avoid any real movement, then demand the world accommodate their “body positivity” cult. Doctors bend over backward, airlines add seats, workplaces install wider doors, all so these weak-willed victims can keep destroying their bodies and leeching resources. They should just kill themselves. They don’t deserve to waste air.

my dad who is abusive ended things with my mom which is good so Im staying with my mom but she just doesn't seem to understand that my mood changes a lot since im at the age where puberty hits, so today when I came back from school we couldn't go to the convenient store which was fine by me but then I picked up this one fruit piece and I wanted that one, no big of a deal but my sister wanted it even though there was plenty more fruit. so I sighed and gave it to her but somehow my mom didn't seem to be satisfied and complained asking me why dod I have to be angry at my sister with my mom but not with my dad and his girlfriend? well because he basically said that if I fight with my sister and she started it, it will be me who gets in trouble all the time because im older and I have to take responsibility. im just sad

My depression has been getting worse lately, I can tell. The days are all mixing, nothing feels real, whenever I get scolded or yelled at I don’t even bother to argue back, I just take it and stay silent. I forgot that my friend and I had made plans tonight to play some video games. I feel so awful, I had forgotten that the plans were for today, she was so excited about it. I responded to her an hour late and she didn’t answer so I assumed she went to bed. I apologized to her twice, I hope she isn’t upset with me and has some peaceful rest. I know how it feels to be forgotten so I hope she doesn’t feel it as deeply as I do. I will do better next time, I need to get better. I need to remember the days… but everything is just a blur. I feel lost, I feel like a bad friend. She’s the only friend that ever checks on me, I can’t be forgetting things like this. Hopefully she is free tomorrow and I can make it up to her, I hope she forgives me.

I hate my gender, i hate being female and i hate being a woman my fucking health is always dismissed and blamed on "periods or hormones" even when I faint everyday no one takes me seriously and I cant stomach the thought of actually liking a male because they always end up doing something weird like being racist or misogynistic and I am currently sitting on my bed, with relentless stomach acid and migraines whilst my mom and dad say its just hormones and my doctor guiltrips me, even though everything I complained about was anything but that, I got diagnosed with a blood infection, pneoumonia, tonsilitis, peptic ulcers etc: but still im never taken seriously and called dramatic because of my gender, my period lasted 20 days and it got dismissed aswell and I wss told its just s period like my fucking life doesn't matter.

So, my crush may like me. EEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!! I’m really happy. I really like them…. Do I say it’s love? Maybe… I get to see them this summer. However they did something bad in a bathroom stall with another person last school semester. And has a bad reputation… but why do I still like them?

I think someone sexually assaulted me when I was a kid. Though it's all so foggy. No one would believe me. What if I made it all up in my head? Though maybe it just might be real. Maybe those hands did touch me. Maybe my memory is finally coming back to me. I remember feeling scared and asking them to stop. Then I blanked. Will I ever remember?

I think I'll never love my body as a girl. If I have to stay stuck in this body is there even a point in living. I don't know how much longer I can live like this.

It's funny—before, I thought I could get a job just like her, but look at me now—I can't even get started. Seriously.

I can't cope with this world I think. I just feel like I just shouldn't be here. Like I'm just not meant to be here. That my existence was some mistake.

I feel like I'm on the edge of a mental break. I hate myself so much right now. And feel like and awful friend while also feeling like I'm just being used.

i hate summer. summer means leaving home. summer means asking. summer means everything gets a little bit louder. it means filling the empty void with empty feelings and thoughts. it means getting your hopes up just for it all to be shattered. it means giving yourself up for someone to continuously shut you down. it means asking to be wanted.