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laugh at everything. Even at funerals if the preacher says something that sounds dirty. I fall? I laugh. Lose a game? Laugh. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it keeps me alive.
In-laws won’t shut up about exes and baby-mama drama like it’s their hobby. Divorce happened. Life moved on. Be a role model or get out of my face. I don’t owe you a performance.
I’m mad for no reason and every reason. Too many options, too much thinking, zero direction. I saved money and somehow that made me more stuck. Work sucks, but so does free time that turns into a spiral. I can’t focus. I hate this version of me.
I’m 17, smart-ish, awkward, and my brain throws me messed-up daydreams when I’m bored like violent “what if” scenes I don’t even want. Not about anyone specific, just intrusive garbage my head won’t shut off. I’m not acting on it. It freaks me out. I wish my brain had an off switch.
We had a thing, then we texted every day, then you just… stopped. Your friends said you never liked me and were using me to get to my best friend. I still have feelings and it makes me sick. You broke my heart and I hate that you still live in my head.
I was at work since 5am. I fell asleep because… I’m tired. I can’t text you back in my sleep. What exactly do you want from me?
Your boyfriend’s in the hospital with some nasty infection and you want sympathy. He’s a racist, dog-abusing jerk and honestly, the universe has receipts. Maybe take care of your kid instead of babysitting a grown man who treats everyone like trash. I said what I said.
top trying to shove me back with my ex. We broke up for a reason. I don’t want him chasing me while I mess around to feel wanted. I want a life that isn’t about him or you. It’s not black and white, but I’m done. Let me move on.
To the dad who bailed: congrats. Someone else stepped up and did your job better than you ever would. You forgot you had two daughters? Cool. You’ll never meet your grandkids either. Decent parents show up. You didn’t.
