if you had to categorize it, which stereotypical high school clique were / are you a part of?
preps
jocks / cheerleaders / athletes
nerds / geeks
emo / scene / goth / alt kids
popular kids
choir / band / music kids
art kids
theater kids
burnouts / skaters
drifters / floaters
Voting ended onNov 23, 2025
please help a disabled lesbian afford the bare minimum to survive
hey so i definitely donāt feel safe in this house anymore!!! this week has been particularly hellish and iām genuinely about to lose it, iām at my witās end i canāt do this anymore i swear to god
- my younger brother broke the dishwasher on accident and my father crashed out hard over it, he got frustrated while trying to fix it and yanked the entire top rack out and threw it across the room. shattered glass went everywhere that iām still finding pieces of even though i did my best to sweep it up afterwards. iāve been trying to wash the dishes by hand but nobody wants to wash them as they go so theyāre accumulating faster than i can clean them
- my youngest brother snuck out and got high and drunk with his friends and called me for a ride home. he treats me like shit but iām not going to risk him getting in the car with a drunk driver so i went to get him. he was hungover the next day so my parents found out and somehow itās my fault that he snuck out and did those things, iām a bad older sibling for letting him, asking me if i provided him with the alcohol and weed. and itās like. heās almost seventeen, i cannot stop him but even then i didnāt know until he called me???
- i asked my parents about my car that they sold without my permission and that started a huge fight, even though i still have the title and could very well go to the police but i canāt do that to my younger siblings who rely on my parents to survive. they told me that this is their house and if i donāt like the way things are, i can get the fuck out. so no, iām never going to be compensated and i guess i just have to bite the bullet on this one
- i was getting dressed after a shower the other night when my father started beating on my door. i told him i was changing and he told me he didnāt care and to open the door right fucking now so i wrapped my towel around my body and opened the door, using it as a shield between us. he pushed into the room anyways, drunk as fuck, screaming about the laundry and because i was standing behind the door, the doorknob rammed into me and i dropped my towel. he stopped yelling, stared at me, called me a disgusting fat slob, and slammed the door. i feel so fucking gross and i havenāt been able to look at him, even when heās being āniceā
- on top of everything else, i canāt keep ANY food in the house ā it always gets eaten or tossed out. i only get very basic foods like chicken breast, green beans, lettuce, croutons, and rice, and if i could just live on ramen i would, but i have to keep my blood sugar in check as much as possible because i canāt afford insulin. every time i go to eat, something has been touched or the leftovers have been thrown away. the next time i go shopping iām going to get more non-perishables like dried beans and maybe some protein powder and keep everything that i can locked up in my room
sorry if this post is a mess, i didnāt proofread it. iām just so overwhelmed and iām genuinely done with this house, i don't know how much more i can take. i need help with affording the aforementioned foods, along with more cat litter, cat food, and sanitary pads at the very least. please consider commissioning me or sending a few bucks my way. if you canāt help monetarily, PLEASE spread this post + my commission post around, please donāt just participate in the poll without reblogging. thank you for reading
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