Ok. I won’t. I promise. I would never attempt to kill myself. Just needed to blow off some steam. But thanks for caring. Means a lot.

I’m ok. I’m still here. The storm always passes, but I’m thankful to have a place to vent. Sometimes the pressure is too much to bear. I’d never hurt myself or anyone else, but I gotta let of some “word steam” sometimes.

“I haven’t slept since I science I woke up and found MY WHOLE LIFE WAS A LIE”

“HATE ain’t enough to describe me Somewhere between screaming and crying I’m not supposed to be here”

Ever since I was a little kid… the thought of putting a railroad spike between my eyes has been the vision.

“Share, like, subscribe.” HOW ABOUT YOU SUCK MY FUCKING DICK AND CHOKE ON IT… :)

Life is perpetual betrayal. Just bury me already.

I’m so depressed I can’t even listen to music. Can’t watch tv. I HATE EVERYTHING. Everything fucking sucks and wish the whole world would fucking CATCH FIRE.

Everything I’ve ever loved has been taken from me. Why try for more? SO THEY CAN FUCKING TAKE THAT TOO?! I’ve been defeated time and time again. I’ve had my face smashed into the mud for so fucking long - I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE, BRO. Trying to live is asinine. Resistance is futile. Death is welcomed. I wish someone would put a fucking bullet in my brain and end my misery. END ME.

I worked hard my whole life and have FUCK ALL to show for it. As soon as things got rough, EVERYONE FUCKING SCATTERED.

There’s only a handful of people on the planet that would even notice if I were dead.

At least I can say this here. Nobody knows who I am. Say it IRL and you get fucking locked up. I’m so over this shit.

I always remember Domino’s being trash, but I had the hand-tossed-pan-or-whatever crust and it was bomb.com.

I totally feel all that, unfortunately. But I’m trying to end the “blame-cycle” and I think it starts with forgiving my parents. FFS they got beat with belts and shit. Psychological warfare isn’t cool, and definitely fucked me up, but they had it worse.

They had it so bad, they pretended their parents were perfect. And then beat themselves up when they couldn’t live up to that illusion. Or projected it onto us for not making them appear to be perfect parents. But were all just human, man. We’re all gonna fuck up.

I’ve been noticing this pattern of behavior as well. I think I was raised to be distracted and make concessions for others. Not see things for what they really are. While simultaneously taking all the blame. Or blaming someone else. But it’s not all their fault. I can’t fully blame them, and I can’t fully blame myself. We all play our role in things going well, or getting totally fucked.

Yeah… it’s like these women who jam their faces full of shit… deforming their faces (in the name of beauty???) and then they wonder why their daughter sees themselves as ugly. Welcome to bulimia nervosa, girls.

It’s all a bunch of twisted-ass, sick, treacherous BULLSHIT to separate people from their hard earned money, and their dignity.

They get them to buy into the lie… of course they want to get you on their level. So their ugly face makes sense to them. So they can reconcile that they PAID A LOT OF MONEY TO FUCK UP THEIR FACE.

IMHO