What would you say if nobody knew it was you?

I’m done. I don’t see the point in living anymore. All I ever feel is like I’m a burden, a waste of space everyone wishes wasn’t around.

You’re a disgusting, slovenly pig, and somehow all your friends are just as ugly and nasty. Walking down the street with that weird-looking guy, you all look like the number 100,000. And those shitty drawings? They look like they belong in a joke art book for assholes.

I sit across from this guy every day at work, and I swear he’s the laziest asshole alive. Talented, sure, but he hasn’t actually worked in years. He coasts, gets paid well, and I still have to hold his hand through projects like he’s a trainee. The worst part? He could be amazing here, but he just doesn’t give a shit.

Call me a crybaby, call me jealous, whatever—you don’t give a shit about me. I’ve always been the backup friend, the one you go to when your “real” friends or partners leave you. Then you drop me like I never mattered. And now everyone ignores me like I’m invisible. Guess I was never part of the group… just filler until someone better came along.

I wish I could be confident. Just not fall apart inside every time someone makes a joke at my expense. My friends think it’s funny, I pretend it doesn’t bother me, but it does. Deep down it festers until I’m so angry I start acting like the kind of people I hate. And then I hate myself even more for letting it get to me.

I’m done with you.
We were friends, maybe more at one point, and you just cut me off like I didn’t matter. When you and her broke up, you came running back to me for advice and I actually helped you try to get her back.
And now? You cut me off again. Threw me away because she wanted you to. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even be with her right now. You were probably the first person I ever loved… and you broke me. I hope it was worth it.

I already know I’m worthless. A waste of space. If I died, they’d probably celebrate. But when my own friends say it to my face even if they think it’s a joke it hits different. It makes me believe it. Sometimes it makes me think about ending it, but I’m too much of a coward to actually do it. And maybe I don’t even deserve to feel this way, because other people have it worse and still manage to keep going.

We were close, then you went and dated the same fucking person I shut down, we got close in class, summer came and now you don’t say one fucking word to me.

I hate how my parents do this passive-aggressive dance to get their way.
One thing after another, until I finally push back—then suddenly I’m the villain who “dishonours the family” and “never loved them.”
Doesn’t matter that I’m the one who’s done everything right, stayed out of trouble, built a career… nope, still the problem.

#Control #Parents

It’s the 21st century, for crying out loud.
Calling someone gay or bi as an insult is just gross—both to the person you’re trying to hurt and to people who actually are.
Who someone loves is their business, not yours.
Stop spreading lies, stop making stupid assumptions, and start judging people by who they are, not who they’re into.

#Century #Crying #People #Bisexual #Disrespectful #Personality #Attracted