What has you worked up today?

Fucking people cause problems and then tell you that it’s your fault and to get therapy then more therapy for the therapy and when it costs you literally everything just get more therapy. If you spend a waking fucking minute outside therapy then you need therapy.

Fuck you
Fuck everyone
But not literally because I’d rather beat off for the rest of my life than penetrate another female “human”, and I’m not into men

And IDGAF what anyone says my problems need a permanent solution. I’ve been stuck with my thoughts for decades because you assholes can’t relate, but you’ll happily judge. Fuck off

if I were to commit suicide I'd be permanently solving all of my permanent problems that no one gives a fuck about all at once. I've gone through therapy four times now, I've been hospitalized twice, and I've been put on anxiety and anti-psychotic meds (before I was diagnosed with PTSD).

Hard work hasn't changed anything. My degree is meaningless. Talking to people, esp women is impossible. Even with breathing techniques. It's coming sooner than later, and it'll be good for everyone.

Wtf do gen alpha want with people thinking they are damn gen z? Dude what's wrong with them...?

I’m tired of being unwanted. Not “oh maybe I’m just insecure” unwanted—no. I know I’m ugly. I know I’m annoying. I know why people avoid me. It’s all my fault, and I still hate it.

I gained more weight. 3kg in 3 months. I hate my body. I hate my life. I’ve thought about ending it more than I want to admit. I’m lazy, selfish, and a coward… and I don’t even know if that makes it easier or harder.

Back the fuck up while I try to get my balance here. I’m actually aiming in the right direction for once. Starting over’s weird—scary and exciting at the same time. Some people never get to be moms, and that’s all I ever wanted.

“Don’t worry kids, I can smash as many tables as I want as long as I don’t hit you.” Oh wow, thanks Dad. So reassuring. Totally makes it all better knowing you’re never gonna stop. I don’t care if we share DNA—if I had anywhere else to go, I’d be gone. Family doesn’t mean shit when you act like that.

Well-deserved happy right now. Yeah. Pretty sure anyone who thinks my ex was some kind of prize… I wouldn’t be interested in anything they’ve got to say. Lmao.

Things are moving… kinda. Reforming, solidifying, and maybe—just maybe—headed somewhere good. Overwhelming but yeah, amazing too. Part of me wants to dance around like an idiot. Part of me just wants my damn house clean.