What happened today that made you say seriously?

Why are the group of humanoids that aren’t supposed to be named so impossible to communicate with. You ask them why they find male suicide so funny, and they bring up irrelevant shit.

It’s too bad that sometimes I need to be around them. I’ve gotten this far in life in spite of them. Not that I’ve gotten far, but it’s hard to get far with their active resistance to bettering your life as a minority.

Idk man. I don’t want to be around anymore. I need to see my plans though I guess

starting another business with a friend. i’ve done this a hundred times and failed every single one. i’m terrified to fail again, but it’s like i can’t stop. either it works or i move back in with my parents. i just want one win in my life. just one.

i’m so tired of you, dad. i want out of this house. every day you tear into me while letting my sister skate by free. hypocrisy, double standards, emotional abuse. i don’t want to live with people who don’t give a shit if i break inside.

what the fuck is even the point anymore? everything is about money. i can’t think one thought without worrying about it. i hate myself for obsessing over it. i hate the world for forcing me to. i just want out of this cycle of money money money until i want to rip my head off.

christians rant about atheists, then shove their bible at me. i rant about them for ranting. hypocrisy tastes so sweet i almost choke on it.

just back from college orientation and my sister made the whole thing hell. she’s cruel for no reason. i ask her to spot me some food money and she flips out. like, you’ve got the cash, you’re ordering extra shit for yourself, but i’m the problem? maybe i’m spoiled, but maybe you’re just a selfish psycho. i’m seven hours from home with no support, stuck with her mood swings. i hate it.

of all people to start acting like she’s got wisdom to hand out it’s her. working minimum wage, living off her aunt’s money, no goals except screwing around and posting her life on facebook like it matters. and i sit there like… why am i even keeping people like this around me?

half my friends are online and they’re always down, always tearing themselves apart. i try to be the cheerleader, drop comments, keep them alive. but sometimes it feels like if i don’t reply immediately i’m a selfish asshole. like i’m carrying their happiness and if i slip once i’m the bad guy. it’s exhausting.

i hate my fucking family so much. every single day it’s bullshit. they disrespect me, ignore me, dump all their crap on me. i keep helping my mom with her business, her chores, her stress, and i gave up having a normal job because of it, and still i get treated like garbage. what’s the point of sacrificing when they never even see me as a person?

all i wanted was to fucking eat. i wake up and my throat feels like knives and then chest pains on top of it. can’t swallow, can’t drink, can’t sleep. i drag myself to the doc, they stick me with the nurse practitioner who basically shrugs and says “allergic reaction to some pill” she didn’t even prescribe. like what the fuck? go back to the actual doctor and he’s like nah that’s not it. so i’m still here starving, hurting, nobody gives a shit.