All Rants

I use this a lot but I cringe at myself every time I see someone left me note and actually saw my rant lmao

i just want people to see me as a person nobody likes to reach out and talk to me, i dont know what to do with my life anymore i feel like a total loser

bruh I feel like I already made a rant about this but it still pmo bc my friend said she hated the stereotype of white people not seasoning their food. so like yeah understandable ig. tho the food made by white people that I had before was decent seasoning wise…anyway she said and I quote “my moms very very italian and my dads very very Puerto Rican so I be eating good chicken” bruh. naw cus even worse she said PORTO rico and mind u she’s 10% Puerto Rican??? Her mom isn’t very ethnically italian either so it was just…woah. sure she can have seasoned food but I mean ur not very very either one of those things…

Life was less than great but this is goodbye ig im gonna hang myself tonight if it doesn't work oh well so goodbye world or something ily K please take care of yourself hope yall on rantram are doing alright. Sayonara ig (holy reference) ahahahahahahaha ok bye see yall never 😜

i hate my parents. i hate my life. i don’t know what real friends are. i hate my school.

So I heard a "legend" where your oast self prayed you'd get the life your living right now (or smth like that) and all i gotta say is PAST SELF THE FUCK DID I DO TO YOU??????? WHO PISSED IN YOUR CEREAL???

i think i'm going to die young and by my own hand. i can't talk to people. i can't do basic tasks. i can't focus for more than 1 minute on something i don't care about. i care about extremely few things, and not strongly enough to really call it a passion. i can't do things i don't want to. i'm kind of just rotting. i don't know if i'll be able to do it when the time comes, though. the past two times i tried i walked away unscathed because i was so terrified of the pain that comes with dying. the chance i'd wake up in a hospital bed with furious parents ready to abuse and bully me. i just want to be done with all of this already. everything would be so much easier if i hadn't been born in the first place. or if suicidal people had a right to government-assisted euthanizations, but that's probably never going to happen

I'm so sick of my body. My stomach bulges where my chest should. My face is more square than it should be. Hair appears in spots it never should. And a lump of flesh hangs between my legs. And it's all because of one gene. One chromosome ruined my life before it even started. I just wish I could've been been born normal. Born cis. Born anything but this. Because, at the end of the day, that's one less problem I'd have.

I'm struggling with feelings for my friend. It's really complicated because we "dated" for a year in middle school, but grew apart and didn't talk for a year after that. Then we became friends again and we have been for a few years. When we dated before, I was figuring out my sexuality and confused my platonic love for romantic feelings, and instead of telling me they didn't like me, they pretended they did, too. But now I really do like them, maybe even love them, and I don't know how to tell them because when I've complimented them in the past, they've said "exes for a reason." I saw them in person today for the 1st time in 2 months and they said something that was probably just a coincidence but is driving me insane. They said they want to date someone who's at least a little taller than them and a fantasy nerd. I am both of those things. I can't stop thinking about them and I can't tell if they like me or not. I'm really scared about ruining our friendship if it's not mutual.

metal slide in the summer hot take : i dont care about slurs.

i feel i might be hypersexual, but i dont wanna self diagnose. it feels different then horomones, it affects me mentally and physically. it interferes with my life daily, but i feel thats not enough to diagnose. lately its been getting worse, more needy and overall just worse.

I'm such a coward. I genuinely don't think there's ever been a time when I've been intentionally brave. I'm even staking my future on my cowardice. HRT could be the only thing that could keep me alive, and I'm too scared that other people are going to see me differently for it. And it's my body. I know that. I just don't want people to look at me snd think I'm depraved for wanting to be happy.

i can't keep living here, but i have to. i still have 3 years to go til college, and there's zero chance of me getting emancipated and living on my own or anything because my add makes me so incompetent. i can't even do chores. i feel like i'm going to go insane. my family is so ungodly childish, and i need the people around me to be serious like at least a little bit of the time. they're always belching, farting, talking about how they're gonna "go potty", talking about feces, urine, diapers, & genitalia, and joking about the stupidest fucking things. the house is always in such a terrible state too. luckily my mom doesn't have any serious hoarding, but there's always tons and tons of stuff all over any available surface, wads of fur all over the floor (due to our extremely annoying 5 dogs), and as of late small puddles of urine or drops of feces sometimes since we now have a puppy. i'm just so tired. i want out of here. i want somewhere where it is quiet for more than TEN SECONDS.

my parents were right about me, they always have been. i love too hard and i let everything get to me. im clingy, im toxic, im not healthy for anyone including myself. my boyfriend broke up with me today. he said he doesn’t really know why. thats such bullshit, people only say that because they know the truth hurts. what hurts more is not knowing if he ever loved me. i did so much with him for the first time. that was SUPPOSED to mean something, at least it did to me. he made me feel loved but i guess i couldnt do that well enough for him. i never want to love again. i quit. i quit on all relationships.

Well, my great grandpa died today. I don't know why but I didn't cry. I just hugged my grandma until she stopped. I'm gonna visit my great grandma today but I don't know, I still feel really odd. Like a week ago he was fine, being really happy and all, but then just yesterday he was bedridden. It's kinda odd how life works huh

You can't fix what you've done with a simple "I'm sorry." I have nightmares about the entire situation. You became like my aunt in my eyes...I told you about her for a reason and what she did in my childhood. Can you connect the dots? Never again in a thousand years would I return to you. You betrayed me and did so one hundred times over. And for what? Because I asked for a break and I'm sure you knew what that meant. Why else would you have retaliated the way you did. I despise you and everything connected to you.

It's embarrassing to say, but I can't even find a suicide hotline here in my country. There are only three people who usually understand me, but they haven't replied for days, and even when I told them I was going to temporarily delete social media, they told me to do what I wanted. ALL OF THEM, even though they don't even know each other. They're probably too busy and dealing with their own problems. I usually know how to get out of this, but somehow I always forget.

Hello, I really don't know how to start this, but I'm scared. I've been going through really bad cycles of depression lately and eating has been getting harder and harder as each day passes. I've been forcing myself to eat meals when in front of people.. but I never actually feel hungry. Whenever I am alone, it's time spent in my room, and most of the time I am in here for more than 10 hours a day. I weighed 135 Ibs 2 months ago. I was satisfied with my weight, and any loss I've had (23 Ibs), wasn't intentional. I currently weigh 112 Ibs. I can't hide it anymore. I'm scared. When my dad found out I've been struggling with eating, he threatened me. He said he was pissed and he just wouldn't stop from there. Now all he does is ask me if I have eaten and when I say no, he tells me I should just stop being this way. It's not easy. He just acts this way around others. He's never this caring when we're alone. I don't know why. He only ever calls me dramatic.

it hurts. it really does. -vb

i have been saving money for months. i have three concerts i really want to go to, and i have over $500 saved. im going to a concert this weekend and when i find the money, theres only $80 left. my mom stole the rest, after i hid the money and tried my hardest to keep it saved, which im not good at. the one thing i was proud of saving. on top of which, this makes me seem like a spoiled brat and i know, but my dad is pulling my gas card yet, my parents dont want me to get a job???? im so stuck on what to even do. im in my second year of college, but i cant just cut them off because they pay for my school and apartment. im so torn.