Another Venting Thing
Thread Topic: Another Venting Thing
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She’s such a b---- honestly
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f---
She’s an invader of privacy.
And today she got mad at me because I was on my phone and she couldn’t play a game on it. What the f---, does she expect me to give it to her?
I have BEEF with her already. I told her my password once, so she could look something up. I assumed that she’d get off my phone afterwards and I went upstairs to see her watching the f---ing STOKES TWINS on YouTube. Leaning over it like it was her’s.
IT NOT. YOU DON’T GET MY PHONE AFTER BEING SUCH A TWO-FACED b----, K? -
So I changed my password. I have the WORST memory and I couldn’t remember it. I got locked out of my phone, lost my streaks, lost all my logins, my photos.
So, obviously, I’m not going to give her my phone. -
AND THEN SHE WENT TO MY BATHROOM AND PUT VASELINE ALL OVER MY CLOTHES.
What the f---, she’s putting Vaseline over my really expensive stuff. And then she blames me everything and starts crying like she’s an innocent child who can’t do anything wrong.
I mean she’s far from the perfect child. I’m gonna be honest here, and sucks for her dignity and rep, but she’s kind of dirty. I mean like, inappropriate. Twerking is fine with me, but like twerking, sticking her ass out, trying to wear the tightest shorts to show off her fat butt and legs. I mean?
Ur legs and ass aren’t even attractive. They’re just two sacks of mean attached to your body. N A S T Y. -
And she’s only 9. She shouldn’t be doing things that 17 year old girls do with their friends while their parents aren’t around. I’m just pissed as f--- that she thinks that she can do everything and pin it on me.
She was like, “I didn’t put Vaseline on your clothes 😭”
Um. Excuse me? I asked her what she was doing in the bathroom and she told me, “Oh yeah. I put Vaseline on your clothes and counters.” -
Like damn. She doesn’t get to kick me, ruin my life, rub her pimply face on my wall, or try to snatch stuff away from me. I’d be fine with her if she’d just respect my boundaries.
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I don’t wanna go a month without talking about how sad everything is. It’s not like everyday I’m having meltdowns, but just that slow sad feeling that hangs over every day.
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I just.
I don’t miss Texas that much anymore. But I miss the feeling of feeling like I had friends.
It’s hard to admit, but my friends now just are never gonna be real. I can’t tell them things, they aren’t my people.
Home isn’t just Texas. It’s with people who love me and are like me. I can tell them things, at the same time having a fun life and being able to feel free around them. -
Physically, I’m surrounded by lots of people.
But it’s all in the head. I’m alone. Completely alone. I’m so lonely and it’s barely bearable. Everything hurts. Like I’m just floating though space and there’s never going to be solid ground. -
It’s like I know who I am but I don’t. Like I’m redoing the whole “who am I” stage again.
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It’s just too much. I’m scared that I’ll hurt myself. At this point it’s not that I’ll hurt myself only when I’m super upset. Because I’m always super upset, and I’m not coping well. It’s this heavy wave that’s always drowning me. I feel mute and invisible
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I’m scared that one day I’ll just stand up and decide to hurt or even kill myself.
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Ok my sister’s fine now
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So I feel like it’s been kind of an art journey. At first, I was trying to draw like other people. I couldn’t decide on how I wanted to draw stuff. So I just chose a path and stuck to it for around half a year. In doing so, I realized that it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I wanted to learn anatomy, and the way that I drew just wasn’t helping me with that. So I kept drawing until I could draw like another thing.
Eventually my drawings didn’t look like someone else’s art. It just looked like mine, and I liked it. -
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