Had enough of something? Tell us.

I asked him if they were for a special occasion and he asked if mothers day was today. Yeah, thanks for putting some brain power into buying the flowers. It doesn't count if he casually accidently buys flowers intime for mothers day. He guess, he didn't even know what day mothers day was. SMFH

They are very pretty tho. #MothersDay #PrettyFlowers

Ready to just be done with life 😢

tried to help a homeless woman by offering to buy her food but she kept pushing for cash i knew she’d use it for drugs so i kept saying no but some bystanders jumped in aggressively telling me to either give her money or leave they acted like they’d help her but just walked off then later when i asked for a cigarette they yelled at me for asking ridiculous behavior from people who weren’t even paying attention to her before i started talking to her just weird

still the wrong name? Seriously? It's not hard! Just use my fucking preferred name! Is that too much to ask for basic respect you fuck?

THIS. WHOLE. GODDAMN. JOB. HUNTING. BULLSHIT! It's like they ENJOY making you feel worthless! Endless applications, tailored bullshit for EVERY SINGLE ONE, and then? NOTHING. They treat you like you're begging for air! Five rounds of interviews for peanuts?! PERSONALITY TESTS?! For a JOB?! It's a goddamn INSULT! They drag you through the mud and then just... POOF! Ghosted! Like you never even existed! This isn't a job hunt, it's a goddamn psychological WARFARE! I'm SO FUCKING DONE with this RIDICULOUS, SOUL-CRUSHING, HOPE-KILLING PROCESS! FUCK. THIS. SHIT!

In the end we all die and nothing really matters!!!!!

I'm completely lost. Does she even like me? I have no idea. God, I just really hope something good comes from this. I've been so lonely for so long.

FUCK. 😩 Overwhelmed. 🤯 Can't be happy with people, can't be happy alone. WHAT THE HELL 🤬 AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?! 🤷‍♀️ Just constantly miserable 😭? There's no goddamn way out of this. I'm so goddamn lost.

God DAMN it! This feeling... it's like a goddamn vise grip around my chest, squeezing tighter and tighter. And you know what the WORST part is? It's that stupid, pathetic urge to just... let go. To let the damn floodgates open. It feels like the only goddamn release, but it's a lie! It's just giving in to the goddamn misery, letting it swallow you whole. I'm trying, I'm really TRYING, to just grit my teeth and power through this shit, but it's like fighting a goddamn tidal wave with a goddamn spoon! This isn't fair. This fucking HURTS. And the last thing I want is to feel like some goddamn weeping mess. So yeah, fuck this feeling. FUCK. THIS.

Its been four years since my brither died and i still miss him every day. I dont think i will ever get over his death