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screw being nice I just want to fucking hit someone with a tire iron.

Fact: If you assign homework during finals week, you are horrible and I hate you. There is no good reason to do so. Absolutely no good reason. Unless your final is a project and the assignment is directly related to that, or said homework is some sort of study guide.

Don’t try to reply to this with some psuedointellectual bullshit about how important homework is. I absolutely, positively, do not fucking care, because, fact comes to fact, if you assign homework during finals week,

You are an asshole.

And that is all there is to it. Any statement you make in defense is justifying an unjustifiable act. Students already have enough to worry about, what with it being close to the winter holidays and, y’know, fucking finals and whatnot? Students have enough to worry about. That just makes you a fucking asshole.

By giving students homework during finals week, you are not helping. You are deliberately making it worse. DELIBERATELY. Making it worse. Because your ass has to sit down and grade all those assignments. You COULD make it easier for yourself and, y’know, not do that. But no.

You wanted to be an asshole. You WANTED to pile on extra stress to a student.

Because you’re a fucking out-of-touch poindexter square who doesn’t understand modern adult life. I hate you, and any student who has ever put up with finals has the right to also. You are a shitty professor and I hope you lose your job and everything you have ever worked for, for deliberately causing us to suffer during a time where we’re suffering enough. You are not fun. You are not cool. You’re simply enforcing stereotypes about school because you’re too up your own ass that you can taste yesterday’s breakfast of plain white toast and water. You may be smart, but smart is all you have. And it’s all you ever really will have.

Rot in your mind-cube of numbers and words, you motherfucking wretch.

#negative tw #skool.#bitterness tw #(( I am angry ))

I'm tired of college professors pretending like they care about my well-being and my mental health. No the fuck you absolutely don't. Shut your goddamn mouth. You just want me to get good grades so you can keep your job.

Don't give me this shit about 'pwease take care of youwsef uwu' you’re not my friend. We aren’t friends. I’m here to drop fucking 1000 dollars on your shitty books, pick up my mediocre grade and get out. Fuck you.

#negative tw #bitterness tw #((I'm fine I just hate my professors a lot.))#((I'm doing better now than I was I just had to rant.))

Today, I woke up and my mom asked me to go to the store with her to get coffee filters. I said my dad could take me and I can get my hair cut while I'm out. Make it easier on my mom. I was going to lay down for 2 more hours. Figured why not? My boss gave me the day off and I never sleep well.

Not long after, she comes into my room demanding I be ready in 1 hour. Saying my dad shouldn't have to go back out. My reasons for going with my dad weren't for me. They were solely for her. She can't sit in the car or in the chairs in the salon for long cause of her hips. Both of which she would have to do if she took me out for the filters (she'd have to stay in the car) and getting my hair done (either or).

I came out and she asked me to run the vacuum before her therapist got there. I snapped, admittedly, and said, "so you can say please." And said that my reason for my dad taking me was for her. Not me.

The therapist arrived just then and I went to my room, not having time to vacuum. In that time frame, I had a massive anxiety spike and went into sensory overload. The guy left and she asked me to run the vacuum. I let her know I can't but I can try to later. I explained what was going on and that I'll have to wait and get my hair done another time and she said she understood.

30 minutes later, I hear the vacuum running through my bedroom door and actually flinch from the sound of it. Then my cousin throws open my door, I flinch again, and she yells at me that my mom is vacuuming. My mom wanted the vacuum ran before my dad got home. Through tears, I asked my cousin to shut my door. With a look of rage on her face that made me flinch again, I just started bawling.

Then I heard it.

"She says I don't care." Said my mom.

"She doesn't care." Said my cousin.

"She says I don't care."

You don't. You haven't in so very long. I... I trusted you. I thought you understood. You acted like you did... but...

"She doesn't care."

You're wrong. I still care and I hate myself for it.

I can't believe I was so foolish as to believe that evil witch understood. Or that my cousin wasn't going to start shit this time when she moved in.

I have misplaced my trust once again. And I hate myself for it. I hate them for it. I hate this house.

2.5 more months.

I'm almost there.

I'm almost out the door.

Then I'll never have to look back again.

I'll keep in contact with you, Dad, but I'm done with the rest.

#abuse tw #depression tw #bitterness tw #bitter tw #anxiety tw #mental health tw #idk how much of this should have a tw #so im giving all of it one

i honestly dont even wanna see stuff from that episode ever again.. like even if she turns out alive (which, by the way, really doesnt seem to be the way its going narritevely from my perspective. the only thing that would have clued me in is the way they treated it re: shaw.. like the fact that shaw seems unphased/unincluded in her death even in the promo for the next episode) it just makes me so nauseous and root deserved better than a stray fucking bullet goddamn

#celia.txt #bitterness tw

i am forever going to be screaming bullshit on how mainstream clothing stores treat bigger women

there is literally a tiny cramped corner in big-ass stores with bigger sizes that are 75% dull flower-patterned tents and 24% things that make you look like a sausage

1% is actually wearable shit that costs a fortune

so every time you come to the store you go past all the cool shit that does not come in your size and banish yourself in that corner and die a little inside

i'm starting to think that my disinterest in clothes is not simply a personality trait but a defense system because if i got too interested in clothes i would probably cry and never stop

#fat-shaming tw #bitterness tw