fuck you. I could hang myself and you wouldnāt even notice because all you care about is your stupid work and not your child.

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@whyareyouhere01
fuck you. I could hang myself and you wouldnāt even notice because all you care about is your stupid work and not your child.
why do you deny it so? is it because youāre aware that you failed as a parent? is that why you pretend Iām just lazy instead of naming things?
we talked about nihilism in class today and I joked to my friend that āthereās no point in living since weāll all die anywayā. this wasnāt the first time I said something like that. and yet, no matter how often I say things of the kind, they never comment on it. I do want to die. so why do you always ignore it?
I feel like a grey mass
itās hard to breathe. even though my lungs are working properly.
it makes me so mad whenever my mum takes away my phone and you can hear it in her voice that sheās proud of herself. like shut the fuck up nobody cares. youāre the one acting like a fcking kid. āitās for your bestā how about you shut your mouth, thatād surely do me better than taking away my only escape from reality and belittling me.
the worst part of this is the fact that my school gave us a week off and I canāt even relax in piece bcs my stupid mother thinks I need to be productive aaaaaall the damn time. yes, I sometimes use my phone instead of doing work, but thatās because you never give me a chance to use it when I actually can. (like right now) when I really donāt have to do anything in the moment and want to relax (and I know scrolling isnāt the best but sometimes I watch something interesting, or read smth online, or listen to random sounds of rain to calm me down or smth), you have to make my day worse and say āoh you should read a book instead of scrollingā or āall you do is sit all day in your roomā. maybe because I have depression??? idk????
I hate how whenever I put my phone away when I hear her coming, she takes it away without a word, or āIāll put it in the hallway/living roomā no you wonāt??? Iāll take it anyway so youāre just wasting your time and my energy. always acting as if youāre some saviour to me. just shut up already.
itsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairitsnotfairITSNOTFAIRITSNOTFAIRITSNOTFAIRITSNOTFAIRITSNOTFAIRITSNOTFAIRITSNOTFAIRITSNOTFAIR
ITāS NOT FUCKING FAIR
WHY THE FUCK A STUPID PIECE OF PLASTIC MEANS SO FUCKING MUCH TO ME
WHY I COULDNāT HAVE GOTTEN IT? WHY SOMEONE ELSE GETS TO HAVE WHILE I WHO HAS BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG, HOPED AND DREAMT ABOUT IT AND GOT SO EXCITED TO BUY IT CANNOT????
WHYWHYWHYWHYWHUYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY?????
I fucking hate my parents.
I feel so humiliated by life itself. By everything thatās happened to me.
you donāt really care about me, do you?
thatās even fucking worse. so itās not only that you donāt care, but you also choose her over me? her who stopped talking to you while I was still trying to talk to you?
why?
why is my best not enough?
you donāt really care about me, do you?
itās pathetic, isnāt it? the only reason Iām still here is because of Iāve got too attached to some characters from games and animes. theyāre fictional. theyāre not real. they donāt exits. never did and never will. theyāre not gonna save you. theyāre not gonna love you. youāre gonna die all on your own.
I feel so terrible that itās like Iām about to cry because Iāve been finally getting used to the thought of coming out to my family as nonbinary (or at least to my sisters, cus sheās the most understanding) and then I hear them talking how people who use they/them pronouns simply ādonāt want to be labeled as either he or sheā
no. I want to be labelled. I just want to be labelled as a person. is this too much to ask for?
I remember. I remember my childhood friend whom I knew since kindergarten, her moving out of town and never talking to each other again; I mean, we were 8, we didnāt even know how phones worked.
I remember the friend whom introduced me to my favourite game, I still play it to this day and think about her sometimes. She was also considered an outcast, so in a way, we were the same.
I remember the friend with whom I would laugh about some dumb things, how weād surprisingly have a similar music taste, even though we were so different. I remember how our deep talks help me learn about myself. He was the reason Iāve realised I not a guy nor a girl. Iāve never told him that and Iām worried about him because of the people heās now friends with.
I remember the friend with whom I felt like the most basic bubbly character ever, how Iād always come up to them and strike up a conversation about our favourite game/character, how Iād worry Iām annoying them, even though theyād still talk to me. Iām scared about them. Iām worried about their mental health. I want them to still be alive. I wonder if they ever realised how much theyāve meant to me.
I remember my happy, extroverted friend, whoād almost always laugh, but not in the worrying way; she knew she could be honest about her feelings and she would always speak her mind when something bothered her. To this day I remember how happy she was when talking about how cute her crush looked (she looked so cute it made me smile) I just wish she didnāt leave me behind. But maybe I couldāve done more, maybe I couldāve expressed my feelings more cleary.
I remember that one friend who was kind, but she always felt a bit left out and so we were in the same situation. I remember it was one of the first times someone chose me first. Or, second maybe. Even still, she made me feel special in a way. I wish I talked to her more. But Iām glad she found new people. Iām glad sheās still the same girl who can be grateful. Iām glad she still smiles.
I remember the smartest boy from my class who turned out to be an absolute sweetheart. I remember how heād do some card tricks and Iād always be so shocked because I never knew how he did them. (I still donāt) He was so fun to be around, even though he was on the calmer side (personality-wise). Really respectful and kind. I wish Iād realised that sooner.
the reason Iām so indecisive is because you never gave me a chance to learn how to choose
when even your mother doesnāt get the hints that you need somebodyās support in that moment, you know youāre screwed
what is wrong with me. why do such small dumb words matter the world to me?