VENT so xbox companion logged me out of my dads account and... VENT
idk its not like I can even play it I don’t got the xbox anymore cause of some fuckery of my guardians like god idk it wasn’t that long after he died maybe a year after- its been four years now ig? ...but god did that feel like a fucking punch in the face you know? I have no idea how to log back into it maybe I could ask my half brother but... He couldn’t even fucking tell me my nivada password I asked him 3 times between holidays for a year and finally said fuck it and changed the password myself.
...But it’s just so fucking stupid man...
it was the ONE thing I could access that was Dad’s- everything else they took away or couldn’t figure out how to log in (Fucking hire a hacker then damn cowards) I just...
I miss him and I even miss Mom!? Even if she was still doing drugs and yelling at me I don’t care I’d deal with it- anything deal with anything not to be alone anymore... I have bro but-... honestly idk man... I’m like I need a new consoler but why the FUCK should I trust em after Josh after four years of being there decides “ BYE “ and just leaves after like nearly a whole month or more of silence only to find out second hand he just up and LEFT... and went somewhere else nearby to work??? Leaving the Kelbermen center with ONLY ONE Consoler btw. I think that was just GAH. it was a dick move man...
I just don’t want to trust someone again like that? like whats the fucking point you know?
im so damn tired of having to just trust people with what I have to say, what I think- when all I want is to FUCKING DIE. That or dissociate so hard I don’t have to care anymore- space spacy- daze off, hallucinations and shit. Looking in the mirror and never EVER seeing myself - or if I do I’M UGLY UGLY so ugly I get urges to cut up my face- I hate it hate it- I just...
I’m so tired and I’m 24, I was gonna start some college-ish work training stuff but this stupid virus stuff ofc ruined it, im having trouble calling / texting people again- as bad as when Dad first died trouble. and Bro will drop off and not help unless I make it VERY obvious I need help- he’s doing a lot better NOW but idk how long that last until he drops off for a month again and leaves me to do everything AGAIN. AND AGAIN.
god no wonder mom did fucking drugs. its almost funny.
I cut for the same reasons she’d go out. Loneliness, not feeling like you getting the support you need, working yourself to exhaustion, being trapped in the house all day no way out, no where to go cause you got no car, family that you need around you basically not calling or anything for weeks, threats from family members about this or that cause of whatever dumbshit that's going on, oh and the IMPULSE TO JUST DO IT AGAIN. RELAPSE.
...atleast I can say I understand her better now, tho im not sure if I’ll ever forgive her for the hell she put me and bro through. Unlike Dad she never got better, never was able to provide the same stable house he could. He might of made mistakes when we were little (I have no memory of any of it tho- even if it was the start of my self harming tendencies from what I was told from mom told me) he GOT BETTER. He worked hard to make sure we felt safe, and NEVER yelled and always appreciated when I helped him around the house or hung out with him to watch tv / him play a game... Mom couldn’t even sit to watch one movie with us- NOT EVEN A SCARY ONE LIKE THE GRUDGE LEAVING ME AND BRO TO HUDDLE IN A CORNER SCARED-
I don’t think I could ever fully forgive her.
I miss trying so hard in my dreams to get to heaven to reach Dad- I would try every night wandering a highway- with other people as well as if we were all lost but we all knew we wanted to go up-
until one night I maybe took a wrong turn? I’m not sure.
But my Grandma and Grandpa (dad’s side) picked me up in a car and told me not to come back, that I wasn’t going to someplace I didn’t want to be, nor should I be. (probably was hell lol) God must of been tired of my ass breaking in to see my parents...
my Nana’s like 91 (my mom’s mom) everyday I get scared impulses about her. Like this virus is horrible- and she’s just so... what i’d give to have her hug me- what I’d give to be able to cry into her shoulder- she was more of a mom to me then my mom was- same with Grandma- Grandma always made sure to show up for my school stuff until her... until she wasn’t able too- and then I was left with no one- yet somehow they always found time for Bro’s stuff-
God what I’d of given to have ATLEAST had Dad go to my graduation- BRO DIDN’T EVEN GO FOR ME- I WENT FOR HIS- I’m still angry about that... He acts like he always wanted to go to my stuff but yeah right- if he couldn’t be there for me at my greatest- and scariest moment he sure af ain’t gonna be there for something small!?