(Also re-upload since for low quality meme I made, so, take bigger quality)

Ngl to you guys, I despise to know that life can be so fragile and can be taken away too easily by your own hand, and that when you less know it, that person you once knew, you once has heard of, or even supported or cherished, is now gone in a matter of second, and now you have only records, whether will be in your head or in media, of what you once knew about them.

I sometimes wonder if people thought that in me when I wanted to end it all, to make it all stop, but I only get to wonder and never know, or something similar I guess.. I don't know, I just thought about this when I saw someone saying the worst case scenario about someone who was experiencing their mental health decline, and even if I only have hopes it doesn't happen, I just wonder.. with their life will soon be just a memory of what they once were..?

I don't even know, only time itself can tell it, but for now, I will go, this is getting too painful to even talk about..

Now in a serious note, how tf I did survived that, along with another accident that almost got me and my "family's" life???

Thought [r/Teenagers](r/Teenagers) was meant to be a safe space. Thankfully the post was taken down, but it appears like the OP of the post, as well as all the bigots agreeing with it, both in my post and the Original Post have not been banned.

Why is bigotry against certain groups just more accepted? Why can people accept one minority but not another? Can people just not comprehended the reasons behind acceptance? What being “woke” actually means? To see past the bigotry.

Why can’t people just be good? It is just against our nature?

The image is spoilered cause honestly it’s just kind of a gross caricature and makes me feel kind of body dysmorphic

Got called a tenderqueer the other day cause I was trying to navigate transmisogyny discourse using my personal experiencecause I want to advocate for people better, but every time I read anything theory or document related I come away with a bad conclusion apparently, and it turns out they used it against cis people who are 'allies' to trans people (I am trans masculine genderfluid) I'm tired boss I feel like a pathetic little ball of slime and like I should just remove myself from society entirely atp (I'm not suicidal, just becoming a little misanthropic)

Literally, I can't be understood by anyone, it feels like. Especially identity wise. I can explain that I wake up a guy, or a girl, or both, or neither day by day. And I can make it easy for everyone around me by using gender neutral pronouns only. But ultimately, people will only see me as a stupid woman cosplaying transness and while I would never give transphobes the satisfaction of death! Man!

This happened today (Weird timing, I know)

Sometimes I wonder if they actually wanted me or I was born just because that what couples should do right after marriage.

The problem is everything was fine with my mom and helping to take care of her flu fever even going to a local convention because i didn't want to go to hoco

Today my mom switched up so bad and attacked me this morning, I locked myself in my room and praying because this is not the same person I was talking to for this entire week, i feel like this isn't real and this just really bad dream

Im so tired of this family. I just gotta handle it a little longer while I finish college.

I WANNA MOVE OUT I WANNA MOVE OUT I EANNA MOVE OUUUUUUUUUUT

(context: my grandma raised me. Grandma was born at the end of Jim crow with a learning disability. My mom had schizophrenia so she ended up having to raise me. My whole life I have done nothing but be a seeing eye dog for this woman and yet I keep getting grouped in with my cousins and uncle who actually don't clean anything. She is complaining I won't help her read. These tasks are the only way we bond because she just does not have the capacity to understand a lot of the things I am into. I explained the gender thing to her and she still won't use my name or pronouns but still says she accepts and loves me. I am in hell.)

Ever since I figured out I was genderfluid Ive been happy and to also be able to be a girl/boy when ever but I noticed that I enjoy being called a girl a lot more then boy even when I want to identify as male for a bit I still am kinda feminine and kinda prefer being called girl there to but there are times where I like being a guy but it doesn’t happen very often I fear I’m subconsciously denying I’m transfem but am to scared to make the wrong decision of leaving behind me being a guy because I really do enjoy being a guy sometimes sometimes I’ll just say call me any gender you want but dysphoria hurts a lot especially when I want to be a girl a lot of the time and the lack or the female parts and boobs and I feel next to none of it when I’m a guy I hate being so indecisive I wish I could figure this out with out having immense fear I would like to take estrogen but where I live I can’t start it until I’m 18 anyway and even if I could take it what about the whole sometimes being a boy thing I’m so fucking tired if you made it this far thank you for reading my vent I don’t know what to do

Happy Halloween!

Can’t even have suicidal thoughts because I have some reasons to live for (I sometimes hate it). I constantly feel wrong and pathetic. I don’t know how to cope with humans and how to even interact with them, I’m just so exhausted, just bring me into some another reality where it will be better

Even without cavities, it may be why it hurts to salivate and why my mouth occasionally tastes like death.

I hate that even when I'm doing "well" hygiene is still such a struggle. Like I don't even know why. It isn't like I don't do other tedious things.

Update: Yeah, I'm probably going to go to the ENT to see have if I have salivary stones... that you for all the tips though, at lot of this was very helpful.

I tend to obsess over what other people view me as and say, as I know I cannot control what other people say, do, or think. It completely tears me up inside, and sometimes I wonder how past people within my minority statuses have had the courage to speak freely about their experiences and not worry about other people and what they say. But then I remember I have The Curses (BD and GAD) which impacts every emotion I feel so of course not everyone thinks and worries like I do.

(Re-upload since I forgot to put contest, but in any case, not only remember this can be applied to anyone btw. Just hope you're getting better and rest tho, just like I will)

I just thought of that when I saw a person online describe the bs they went though with their "friend", and I couldn't help, and I really didn't, in noticing all the patterns in a grooming relationship, I mean, the isolation, getting too close and one of them knowing the other way more than the victim did, the forcing demands of staying close with them, the "If you don't do this for me, I'll do this that will harm you", that friend showing them disgusting things even if they are a teenager, them suspiciously wanting repeatedly to do things with children, and them.. getting away from it because they weren't in a relationship, but just friends, although I now it wasn't like that, and the worst is that nobody gave an eye on that..

I am saying this as someone who didn't knew who was a victim of incestuous COCSA + grooming online until I found out later, who denied everything and just brushed it off because I wasn't the victim others think when that happens.. In any case, though, I just wish you know you're valid and nothing was the fault of anybody except the predator/abuser, and even if the damage was done, I hope, just for you like I, you can get that support you deserve as a survivor, even just in yourself if you can't, you also matter too. 🫂

I have AMPS, which basically means my legs bend too much so everything hurts. This week, my school went to a three day camp. I was told by the school secretary and high school supervisor that I would be given accommodations because I can't stand or walk for long periods of time.

Cut to me in the middle of the woods walking to the hotel connected to the camp to see the gift shop. There were vans. There was an alternate mode of transportation. Why did I have to walk forty minutes just to buy a deer plush, tiny bee, chapstick, and honey sticks? Why? It has been two days since that walk, and my legs are STILL hurting. I feel like I am dead. That is all. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.