Another Venting Thing
Thread Topic: Another Venting Thing
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She. Didn’t. Care.
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The she left with my dad to go to an open house that she wanted to see
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They both left me with my lip bleeding and they didn’t care
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They just left and told me “you need to finish your homework”
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And right then and there it felt like nobody loved me and no one wanted me to be their problem
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*hugs* Hey, buddy :(
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I’m so sorry you guys
I’m so obnoxious -
I feel like I’ve lost all control of everything. Like all I have left is the option to live or die.
Instead of frequent spasms anymore, it just feels like being flooded with sadness that doesn’t end. I feel like my whole life is distorted and I’m just not right. I don’t feel like myself anymore and that’s not ok -
I can’t even tell them how moving’s gonna lead to extreme self-harm and suicidal thoughts
Flashback to that on page 31 of this thread
Well it happened -
How can I? They’ve never taken me as seriously as I need them to
They still don’t -
I don’t like thinking back to the times when I nearly killed myself
I was so close
And still I was always scared that my parents would see me, and they’d think that I needed to be shipped of to some mental health hospital.
I know I’m not supposed to be sad. I know I haven’t been diagnosed with depression. But it’s all I feel now. Every moment is dull and sad -
*hugs* Hey hey, buddie, I'm here for you, you're not alone in this and if you ever want to talk I'm here, okay? 💛
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Spice, I’m so grateful that I’ve got people here to help me. It feels like I can’t reach out of help irl.
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Whenever I vent in here it feels like I’m talking to someone. Even if no one sees it. It’s like even though no one can hear me I still feel home here
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I want a real home though. I’ve never known what feeling permanently settled is like. It’s never a real home. In Texas, I was starting to feel like I was finally fitting in. Our house became a home, and my friends became my best friends.
That’s why I didn’t want to move. I worked so hard to try and become the person I wanted to be, and it feels like it got stripped away from me.
Every kid has their room. Which is like a home within a home for them. I’ve never really had that. I’ve never had my “dream room” — a costal, beach’s room that had light colors and planks.
And I’ll never get that. I just want to be able to have a room that feels like home. Everyone has it except for me. I don’t want to go to college and never know what that feels like.
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