#agression tw

[terryblycute]

can my tummy stop rumbling oh my god i feel like punching it

[sor3d33r]

Just let me be fucking happy

[terryblycute]

my mom would sometimes tell stories of her time in boarding school, horrible stories of stale/moldy food, bad teachers/caretakers, traumatic experiences, but like, today i heard her say something like „i think in the end i benefitted from it“ and im like...

what are you talking about, bitch? how are you not fucking ANGRY at how youve been treated? angry at how it mustve destroyed you? its been like 12 years since they locked me up in the psychiatry for several months, when i was 12, and with every passing day, my wrath at how ive been abused keeps growing bigger. its at the point now where im angry & feel like stabbing a bitch every day and i have to fight SO HARD to not blow up at every little thing because of all of this pent up rage

[terryblycute]

just got told by my mom that i look like a fucking “woman” and i think i need to stab a bitch

[starberryhearts]

Woofa doofa, yall

There's this mom and her two(?) kids who live across the ally from us and this poor kid keeps getting in trouble for v kid-like things like not immediately wanting to share an object with another kid. Not only that, but like she ｙｅｌｌｓ at the kid p often. Like, I'd feel bad for her vocal chords if she wasn't so scary. It doesn't seem like a good time. For anyone.

Well today the little kid just locked his mom out of the house and she is ｌｉｖｉｄ. Like, I'm p sure she doesn't think anyone can hear her?? so she really lets rip. She kept screaming at the kid to let her in, which like obviously he's not gonna do that bc his mom sounds like a death metal vocalist in training and who knows whats going to happen when he opens that door??? I for one would not let Yikes Town™ into my house, either. So this mom goes back into the alley to blow off some steam and hits some trashcans or whatever and is like "UGH I COULD KILL SOMETHING," which doesn't inspire confidence, but also isn't out of character and at this point I guess the kid unlocks the door to let his sibling in?? idk but the door gets unlocked, the mom comes storming back into the yard in full death metal trainee mode and then the daily kids' screaming and crying ensues. I was scared and she doesn't even know I exist.

Does anyone know if there is something I can do to help these kids? I had a Funky™ childhood, so I guess am a little more protective of kids than most, but I'm still concerned. Thoughts?