#frusrated

[stephaniegames06]

ughh

Okay making a portfolio is way harder than they make it out be. 

[inherbrainisherheart]

Frustrated -ions

Frustrated -ions Addiction; why did i let you in? Confusion; why don't you tell me what you want? Destitution; why do you rob me of you heart? Equation; why does You + Me equal pain? Fascination; why are you so perfect? Gratification; why should I be thankful for this? Hesitation; why don’t you just let it be, what’s stopping you? Illusion; why did I only see happiness? Limitation; why does it have to end here? Manipulation; why did you lead me on and let me go? Observation; why did you sit and watch to make assumptions? Preservation; why didn’t you just make it happen and see where it goes?

[martinlight]

[love--out--loud]

Bitter & frustrated🌈😕

Warning: Frustrated rant

Glee - Season 1, episode 20:

When Kurt’s father defends him and his sexuality, I burst out crying. I knew that when I came out, I wasn’t going to be accepted by many of the people in my world. I knew my family wouldn’t be happy about it & that I would more than likely lose many people that I care about. I knew that making the decision to be open and honest about who I am was going to cost me. I knew it wouldn’t be easy. That said, in the past few months, I’ve found myself growing increasingly bitter. Bitter because I still have to worry about how people might respond to me if they were to discover my sexuality. Bitter because I see heterosexual couples making out and holding hands and doing all the things that normal couples do in public setting without thinking twice about it. Yet, I’m still afraid to hold my girlfriend’s hand or even let on that we are a couple, because God knows if that will cause us to be denied service or worse. Bitter because I’ve had to rewire my mind to be alright with being tolerated by people. I’ve had to learn to smile and thank people when they say “you know I don’t agree with your lifestyle choices but…” no one wants to feel like people are constantly criticizing and judging their life. Bitter because if one more person dares to tell me that I’m “too gay” or “too outspoken about my sexuality” I might snap. Yes, I talk a lot about LGBT issues, yes, I volunteer and seek out queer spaces. Why? Because if the people within the community don’t give a damm about their right, why the hell should anyone else. Bitter because I am extremely happy and entirely in love with an amazing woman who cares about me, and proves it everyday. A woman who has inspired me in more ways than I could express. A woman who has such a beautiful and resilient spirit. A woman who will more than likely never meet my family or many of the other people who once meant the world to me, simply because she’s a woman. I just don’t understand why her gender should matter. I love her. She makes me happy. Why can’t that be enough? I’m tired of feeling like I have to validate my right to exist all the time. I’m tired of wondering if my life could be endangered if I correct someone when they ask if I have a boyfriend. I’m tired of wondering what my life will look like when I finally get married…who will show up, who will boycott the wedding. Will I be afraid to hold my wife’s hand in public…will people tease my children because they have two moms…I’m just tired.

[percussiongirl2017]

I Hate Everything

I've given up on sleeping tonight. My mind won't shut down and take a frucking break. I have so much going on in my head that it's not even funny. My room mates shut the air off and it's hot as Hell in our room. I have to be up in like 3 to 4 hours and I'm miserable. Is a little sleep too much to ask for?

[kingleonidasart]

Born again

I'm pretty gonna be blogging,training and drawing on occasion. I'll shoot to go out more and stay away from the social media besides tumblr. A year from now I would like to achieve all my goals and forget my pasr. I've been in a dark place for a long time and felt alone majority of my life. It's okay because I feel I was built for something great;however these dark days can take a role on my mind. Alot people think it's complaining but I feel it's better to vent than keep all this pain inside. I compare myself to the hulk or Frankenstein because I feel misunderstood,put of place,and afraid.

[blogger-me]

Spilled juice. A mess my husband made after I went to bed last night. And it's still there! I guess he thought id clean it up. We'll get ants before I clean his messes. Ugh!!!!!

[levigrannysmithcyanide-blog]

I despise him. The way he treats her infuriates me. It is manipulative, cruel, unjustified, and inexcusable. How does one just sit by and watch this happen time and time again? It is getting harder and harder to not voice my anger. I know it would only make the situation worse. That’s why I don’t say anything. Please. Any tips would be appreciated.