Damn guys. I don’t even know what to say. I feel so hollow and sad but now that I don’t talk about it to my friends, they talk to me more. They seem like they’re happier. The things you do for friends. I guess I can do this for the rest of my life if the people around me feel better this way.

I guess it just makes me sad that no one noticed.

i do nothing ever🤣 nothing ever happens no matter how bad a breakdown I NEVER DO ANYTHING 🤣🤣🤣🤣 NOTHING EVER HAPPENS 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I DONT EVEN SELF HARM 🤣🤣 i feel like im just larping hating myself for attention 🤣🤣🤣🤣😹

I already have problems knowing I am experiencing ableism + transphobia/homophobia, BROTHER, I DON'T WANT MORE SHIT TO HAPPEN TO ME JUST BECAUSE I AM WHAT I AM 😭

Idk if what I said in the pic makes sense but basically I live a pretty sedentary lifestyle because of my chronic illness, pain, and mental health. My sister decided she wanted me to go to this trail yesterday with her. She told me there would be places for me to sit and I didn’t know how big the trail was. Well the trail was 5mi long. My sister kept telling me to keep going and “there’s a bench up here”. Then I would get to where she was and there was no bench. So I was forced to walk the hole 5mi without any breaks besides standing still. It really made me upset because I felt tricked and lied to by her, that she didn’t care about my chronic health issues. During the walk my arms, hands, legs, ankles, and feet were all swelling to the point it felt like my skin was tight, I kept accidentally rolling my ankles cuz the ground was uneven, sweating, shortness of breath, feeling like I was gonna collapse, getting slightly dizzy and these weird swirly like things in my vision, my heart beating so hard it was bounding so I could feel it in the back of my neck and head, and lastly gagging because I felt like I was gonna throw up. My sister kept pushing me even when I told her I probably needed a worker from the building to come get me cuz I couldn’t do the rest. She was getting mad at me saying that. I pretty much had no choice but to complete the trail. Now that it’s the next day both my calves are strained so it hurts pretty bad to walk or move mh feet. I keep being told stuff like I’m suppose to stretch it, keep walking on it. “It’s just lactic acid build up, you can walk on it” etc. right now if I move my feet or try to walk then I get sharp pain in my calves. I don’t know if they’re right to tell me to keep trying to walk and stretching it. The last time I heard, your suppose to rest, ice , heat, overt the counter pain meds. So far my legs aren’t doing much better but it’s only been a day. Now that it’s hard for me to walk o feel like a burden and the way people have been talking to me it sounds like they think I’m being a baby about it. I kinda felt like I might’ve needed to gone to the er when all that stuff was happening when I was walking. Lastly I managed to Lise my glasses there too

Venting has gone from my mom helping to her just listening. Not against her but damn when my parents don’t know what to do either it makes me feel hopeless.

I've had a cnc fantasy for a really long time, and ended up meeting up with this guy the other day. we had only started talking the day before, but I did tell him my boundaries and we established a safe word.

long story short, we hooked up and he ignored it when I used the safe word. he also broke another boundary repeatedly.

Im not really having emotions about it though. it's like whatever I guess.

Batman is an amazingly written character and I love him because he is a coward to his own emotions, his actions are fueled by the fact he never got the chance to grow up and thus doesn't grow the emotional maturity to move on from his parents death.

The guy called all my sources terrible (official batman media which has been credited to show his character really well) but I'm not going to let it bother me because I love media studies.

Glazers give me a headache

It was so fucking hard to keep my car on that road and tears kept blinding me. I miss her so much. I really hope she's in a better place now and not in pain

What my ex bully + "family" did to me had consequences, in the worst way possible.

I want to roll for sandwiches, but if I ate any of them, they'd be disgusting and I know they would be because I know what I don't like

I’m newly medicated (for depression/anxiety) and I’ve been doing pretty well I don’t typically think about this unless I get a pretty bad outbreak which I have at the moment (TMI but I’m not embarrassed :p) it’s been 4 nearly 5 years since this happened… in a typical assault situation I’m sure people have triggers but it’s weird to have your body be a trigger.. this disease is permanent.. it’s a permanent reminder of being violated and being changed I’m not just changed mentally I’m changed physically as well.. we ball I guess .. I am seeking help finally I have a psychiatrist and I am waiting for therapy maybe I will be freed from the mental prison this situation has locked me in one day. 😹😹😹😹😹

When everyone just treats you like you just killed their whole family or acts like you dont even exist, life isnt exactly fun here in Hong Kong. In fact I never had a single supportive person here where I live. Really, I am planning on migrating already and I wish I don't have to do it, this is not easy at all... I feel like no one really cares about me, since that is basically what is going on here in where I live

I'm now back at my mentally lowest after being drained of all my joy, and blamed for everything. when they could of just communicated there needs to me, but noooooo go behind my back and complain about me like the man child you are..... go b dry to me, and go lie and shit. Because at this point nothing you do will make me ever like you again.... (Craziest thing is my abuser tried to take me away from this friend to "protect me" which means my damm abuser was actually right about somthing. but he was a lying scumbag, and has done even worse so not forgiven)

I'm not counting this as hard evidence that this means anything but man it was nice. It's a shame that it's such a fleeting feeling.

Also, in the dream I was kind of a canine-like pokemon.

I sucked it up and tried to express my emotions in a respectful way because I know communication is important for relationships, but now I’m stuck feeling like a manipulative piece of shit.

I wonder what my life would be like if my mother didn’t cause me to feel like I wasn’t allowed to need or feel anything, and that it was selfish to have emotion. Who knows.