What has you thinking enough is enough?

my ex creeps out the moms of our daughters friends he shows up uninvited raids their fridges and makes himself at home amber and stacy are over it and want nothing to do with him
hes awkward overbearing and totally unaware of how uncomfortable he makes people even at the carnival he inserted himself and now im stuck going just to keep the peace

youre just thinking its a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me

I deserve to be ugly because I am a fundamentally bad person. Everything bad that happens to me is my own fault because I deserve bad things. Most recently I have lost my glasses, right before a family trip, and I guess I deserve this because I was starting to have the audacity to start to believe that maybe I could not look and feel like a pile of garbage for this one, measly week. We get to travel so rarely, and I guess I shouldn’t have even considered that maybe if I dress nice and put on makeup and figure out some way to style the disastrous Nancy Reagan haircut I got a couple of months ago, maybe, just possibly, I could feel like a human being worthy of some small modicum of dignity on this trip. Sure, I know my kids are going to be pissy at me half the trip, and my husband will probably spend the whole vacation on his phone, and my mom will be needy and self absorbed, and my sister will talk to me like I am an especially stupid 12 year old, but maybe, just maybe, I could feel good about how I looked. Just a little tiny bit. I mean, I know I’ll still be fat and old but maybe I could have at least put together a fashionable outfit, and been well groomed, and been able to see. It was stupid to think I could have managed at least that small dignity. I feel like I shouldn’t even bother packing. Maybe I should just grab the biggest, baggiest tshirt i have and the dumpiest shorts and that can just be it for the whole trip. No one gives a shit how I look or feel anyhow. As long as I can carry their shit for them and don’t talk too much. And of course never say no. I’m just a fucking pack mule. Why did I think I would ever be worth anything nice for even a single fucking day?

Oh all the things i hate about you now.

When something happens to you and it affects how you'll live your life, you notice the people who actually care about you or could care less. It's a humbling experience; you think that they enjoy and want you to be there with them but it's the complete opposite.

The last few months have been like sandpaper to the nerves and it's made me extremely cynical and snarky. I've gone from constant flight mode to constant fight mode. I know it's been far worse for millions of others. I'm just explaining why I am like this.

if one more person uses an AI source to argue against me omfg. i’d rather them use wikipedia word for word at this point. we’re doomed

I feel so ugly recently, I'm only 15 yet I get comments that I look like I'm an adult or I'm a college student. I got depressed during the summer and just ruined my body image for the whole school year. I hate myself for letting myself go that easily..im sorry

i miss when i would go to school every day, go to dance, do all my homework, then want to die. im not even as sad as i was then but at least i could do things. i cant make myself care about anything but i still have life moving around me

i dont know what to do with myself because i dont want to do anything at all but time keeps moving anyway. and i know im going to hate myself for wasting the day again but i just have no will to do things and dont see the point in any of it like everything just seems useless. theres nothing even wrong im just sitting here going crazy