I swear to the 9 hells if I get an ask or are tagged in one of these “please donate to save Palestine” I’m gonna crash out
Guys, I’m a minor and can’t donate. Only asking is going to make me feel guilty that I can’t and it spirals and gets worse. I like blogs where they are like “free Palestine,” because I agree, but trying to guilt trip me into donating when I’ve already said I can’t makes me really mad. I’ve had to block a ton of people because they kept on asking me to donate. As I said at the start of this rant: I AM A FUCKING MINOR! Meaning I can’t fucking donate, you guilt tripping pieces of shit. I had my dad pay for a commission, and I’m paying him back for it. I feel like absolute shit whenever I see these because I can’t even do anything but send my best fucking wishes. I’m also very angry about the ads I’ve been getting me telling me to pray. I’m agnostic/atheist. I don’t think that there is even a god out there. Or if it uses he/him pronouns (looking at you bible + Christians). That just sounds very “males are better because God is a he,” in my opinion. Plus the verse that says "man shall not lie with a man as with a woman; it is an abomination" from Leviticus 18:22 is wrong, so don’t use it and other verses to justify your homophobia. The Bible has been edited and mistranslated just to fit what the translators and scribes think so of course this is wrong. It is actually man shall not lie with boy.” Boy! It’s condemning fucking pedophilia, not same-sex relationships, you damn bigots. You all need to get your heads out of your asses and recognize this is 2025. Plus the ban on abortions, gender-affirming care, and other shit is fucking crazy! I’m multigender and I want my breasts gone. Removed. I wear a binder to make them small and not really there but I hate it when people call it a compression shirt (looking at you mom!). I use he/she/they/fae/nix (have a post to explain these)/ne (ne/nym/nis)/any other. It’s fluid for me, but I hate it when people only use she/they. I understand that for those, they have been calling me she/they for some time and it may be a little hard to add in the neopronouns and he, which I understand, but people who refuse to use a part of my identity and/or just aren’t fucking listening so I have to explain over and over just for them to continue on using the wrong pronouns (I prefer a mix of these used in a conversation) and not learning from their mistakes makes me want to stab them. I also have headmates, a few of which are pretty murderous/in love with murder; that means I usually have thoughts of killing. I normally block those out, but if you piss me off, I will quietly think to myself something along the lines of “I wonder how loud they’d scream when I rip their liver out,” or something along the lines of that. I also have a tendency to bite and scratch at my hands + since one of my headmates is a cannibal (they have a reason for it thou go that doesn’t revolve around being hungry or just does it), I will sometimes have cannibalistic thoughts. I also normally block those out unless you piss me off. I’m trying to live in a society where I can’t even get the care I need or an abortion if I ever need it, because I’m pretty sure Elon’s a slut for Trump. And they’re Neo-Nazis. I hate America and everything it currently is. Trump is a piece of shit that should be set on fire in front of the White House. We have never had a woman president and were so close, I fucking crashed out when she didn’t win. Everyone who voted for him, you all are a bunch of disgraceful, fucking klootzak bigots that should be fucked with a rake, head side up. These people shouldn’t be in elections. Having old, WHITE, Senators make decisions they won’t even be alive for is a bunch of fucking crappola. I cry myself to sleep and tell myself I want to go home. But what am I even talking about! I am home, apparently. But my body doesn’t see this place. I understand if you voted for him because you didn’t really know or was pressured, but do we really want a Cheeto looking whore that was impeached for president!? This was basically the only time I actually cheered for the bullet and (now dead. RIP, you were a good person, trying to…














