Dear Society,
Why the bloody hell are people always sticking their noses into other people’s shit?? I’ve been unemployed for a while and guess what happens? My parents have forced me to go to 4 fucking weddings (of their acquaintances if I might add) this month where every dumb fucking person has to fucking know what I’m planning to do! Let it be known that I just turned 22 and everyone wants to know when the hell I’m getting married. And worst of all, I hate crowds (because they give me terrible anxiety) and I hate weddings with a strong passion (Seriously though, why do weddings exist? “Oh look! This person and I want to declare our love to each other and chain ourselves legally to each other and we feel the need to flaunt it to the whole fucking world”) and I plan on never ever getting married but of course the Indian fucking society will never let that happen and I will probably end up married to a complete fucking stranger and spend the rest of my life wallowing in regret! I am trying SO HARD to not give in to society’s demands but it really feels fucking impossible sometimes! :(
Who else is fed up with everything?
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I live with my Mom and let me start out by saying that she is an insane control freak! She feels the need to dictate what I wear, what I eat, where I go, when I wake up, when I go to bed and basically what, when and how I do things. And never once have I yelled and her or ever shown her any disrespect. But I’m only human. I channel my rage into video games and I cry myself to sleep in either anger, frustration or sadness. And now something terrible has happened: Our periods have synced. When I’m pmsing, I have mood swings that basically alternate between crankiness, depression, need for comfort and hyper-activeness and I’ve come up with ways to deal with them maybe not in a healthy way but a way nonetheless. These include more video games, more crying to sleep with the occasional crying in the shower and now I can add ranting on the internet to that list. But when I cry my eyes get really red and God forbid my mom notices them because then she goes, “You need to learn how to control your emotions” which is so bloody hypocritical because this is how she is when she’s PMSing: She’s cranky all the time and rages at anyone around her and she complains about how everyone is against her. And now that we’re pmsing at the same time, my depression has gotten worse and no amount of happy movies help and I can’t sleep most nights and the other day I ended up crying in front of my mother and she then proceeded to yell at me for crying and she complained to my father and all her friends about how I’m a cry-baby. My father travels a lot for work so he’s never at home and I have to deal with this alone. My current job is at my hometown so I’m forced to stay with my mother and my contract is about to end this month and I’ve decided to get a new job as far away from a hag as possible!
My parent decides that we go to a restaurant to eat breakfast then go to a shop to buy things. While i go to the bathroom the parent finishes in the shop waits two minutes for me and then has the mother of all fits when I drive correctly ,obeying the laws of yhe road . Because we’ve missed someone we were supposed to get something from. I’m sorry that you decided we need to go to a restaurant and then shopping when we could just gone and picked up the stuff. Instead now it’s my fault for taking a 4 minute bathroom break half of which you were still in the store !
I live with my older sister and her two sons that are aged 5 and 2. The 5yo was at school and my sister was at work, so it was just me and the 2yo at the house. I had just laid the 2yo down for his nap and gave him about half an hour before I decided to go outside and play in the yard for a bit. The weather was nice, so I figured eh why not? I am outside for all of fifteen minutes before coming back in and finding my oldest sister (not the mother of my nephew’s) dropping the 5yo off from school and ready to bite my head off. She had already called the mom-sister and they both had assumed that I went for one of my usual walks (which usually take about an hour) and left the 2yo completely alone in the house. I’ve been living here for over 7 months, so you would think that they knew me better than that. I feel seriously let down. It upsets me that after all of this time they don’t expect me to be even just a little bit more responsible than that.
i got high with my best friend after promising my boyfriend i wouldn’t and then proceeded to have sex with him. hate me if you will but that was the best bang i’ve ever had and for some reason i just can’t make myself feel bad about it.
My dog just took a diarrhea shit all over my shoes. It looks like a pile of sloppy joes. Being the dumbass I am I smelled my shoe as I was washing it off, I almost died. Now I feel sick :/
i swear i am DONE. you’ve made friends of mine cry because you don’t admit that you ever do anything wrong. you can be such a hypocrite sometimes. i don’t want to hear you talk about sex or flirt with a guy that is both GAY and IN A RELATIONSHIP because you’re too thirsty and boys at your school probably don’t like you much so you do it to him. and you white knight for him too, everything revolves around his safety and making sure everything is perfect for him. you think you’re justified to talk about being gay when you also talk about being straighter than a curtain rod? you think you can tell my friend to shut up about THEIR boyfriend when you whine about wanting one yourself? what is wrong with you?? you tell me, a lesbian, that boys are wayyy better to date than girls. do you think i don’t get that all the time? do you really think i want to hear it? and don’t even get me started on talking down to everyone even a year younger than you. you loooove that feeling of knowing you have some power, don’t you? don’t you you jerk. i hate being called weak, i hate having to hear you complain but if i ever dare to you call out everything wrong with why i’m upset. i’m sick of hearing you talk about your dumb love woes, and i’m sick of seeing your punchable face. this may be minute but it’s been going on for a year and i don’t know why i tolerate it.
i hope your family can’t pay for internet because “they’re so poooorrr we can’t buy anything :(” comes back and bites you in the arse. i hope i never have to see you or talk to you again.