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Bro I'm not even joking. I can't be hungry around them no more cause they criticize me every time I eat.

why am I like this?

Ihave my fathers violence, I've never been so scared of myself..

Can one of you give me a sharp blade? The maid hid it again...

Me loving my mom but still listen to this I love all of these songs sense I was younger ❤❤❤

we took care of a relative's dog sometimes when they are out of town. One time we left the dog in the pen in a room with some of my boxes. We laid some puppy pads inside the pen as well so he can pee. However, when I went check on him again after maybe an hour or so, some of the pee leaked because he didn't pee on the pad, and it contaminated my cardboard boxes which had stuff inside. No worries, lessons learnt, I cleaned it. This time, they are going out of town again and sending their dog here so we can take care of the dog. My parents once again said to leave the dog in the room with all my boxes inside, I told them his pee already contaminated my boxes inside the room last time, it's going to smell even if I clean it but they insisted. I told them, there's a dog bed in the yard, that's where our dog stays too during day time (parents are taking our dog somewhere else so I will be the one taking care of this relative's dog at night time when they are not home), what's wrong with leaving this dog outside and I will let him come back into sleep at night, there's no dangers at all in the yard, with shades, and water, and he can pee, we just need to use the hose to clean his pee. It will be exactly the same routine as our dog. They can't argue and just keep insisting on putting the dog in the room where his pee will ruin my boxes again, and that smell... I know there's no point in convincing them because they never listen. People like them can never put themselves in other people's shoes. If it's their stuff in that room, they wouldn't let the dog in there. I told them why we shouldn't do it but they don't listen. Just because you are older doesn't mean you are wiser. (The boxes I have in the rooms are too big and heavy, I don't have anywhere else to put them. If I did, I would've moved them so I don't have to)

I screamed so hard when i saw SBG my dad stared at me 😶

I am... Totally fine.. ehehehe...

Its like we have to do and be everything they never were like we have our own lives i wish i could leave but im not old enough 😢 it's so hard to live with them

I hope anyone reads this, please know that there'll be someone out there loves you just the way you are, you aren't worthless or useless, so please continue to live. You have reached this far ❤

I hate how my dad and brother are enver really around, how my mom twists things around to make me seem evil, how my sister can kick and hurt me and my mom wont get mad but if i did that she woukd never forgive me, i hate how my family wont let me quit dance class or track and field, i hate how my family ignores or interruptes me when i try to talk, i hate how i never get a break, i hate how id rather be at school than at home

My dad is legit the worst. I have divorced parents, and I hate my dad. He treats me and my siblings horrible, and my mom. But I still love him no matter how hard I deny it. Haven’t seen him in a while. I’m angry at everything. I hate myself. Ontop of all of that, I have anxiety. Take medication and everything. My friends leave me out, I overthink, and I just am angry at everything and I don’t even now why. I just am

My whole family want to kick me out...i did my best

(TW SH) My little sister happily told two of my friends i was hanging out with "Did you show she cuts herself? She has this little pick thing in her room-" While smiling, because she thought it was funny even though she KNOWS it a serious problem. I just froze and stared at her, then a broke down in front of everybody. Later she told me "Well i didn't expect you to cry." LIKE WHAT. YOU JUST TOLD THE PEOPLE I WAS HANGING OUT WITH THAT I SH WTF DO YOU MEAN? Worst part is my parents barley did anything about it, they just scolded her and on the way home she got told to not do it again. But other than that she got no punishment. I hate her enough already bcs she blackmails me and is just a brat in general, but this just added to it. Only good thing is my friends didn't make fun of me or anything and we are still friends.

No matter what i do im always selfish and will never be good enough to my moms standards. She vented to me at a young and and told me about my dads affair. My dad cheated on my mom was 4 and i grew up thinking he was a good guy. He saw me self harming but i actually had to come to him to get therapy. He on the other hand has no expectations for me. He doesnt believe in me. My ex bestfriend was right when she vented to me abojt not being good enough for her mom. I relate to her now. My only escape is my memoms house and she will do anything for me but her ajd my mom are on bad terms and her boyfriend is stealing her money but shs wont listsn to anyone.

like this if they leave you out and put your sister in 😐

I used to have a perfect family. All of my friends say my parents are so cool and chill (especially my dad) and they say they are jealous of me. If I tell them I want to get out of here they say I should be thankful for such cool parents… they don’t know my family and how it is to live with them. They have to shut up! I hate my dad…

I wish I could repost this.

(If someone asks me what's wrong with me) I didn't have the best childhood, but maybe I had the worst childhood. It wasn't like I got hit or hurt, it was just a room filled with thousands of lies and broken promises. Everything that happened since I was born, even before I was born, was covered up with beautifully written lies. Everything was clear and perfect in my vision, and then one day I saw something that made me think. Is this the truth I'm living? Am I being lied to? And how miserable my life is, and it was my 14th birthday, how ironic. And then I realized... "Oh, so that's how it's supposed to be." And I realized that I've always been like that. There was nothing good before. I was the one who didn't notice. I was the one who didn't see the real problem. I was a stupid bitch who never saw what was going on in my family. And now they ask me what happened to me. I became a self-centered, silent, heartless monster who didn't believe in love or feelings. Because that's what made me this way... Sometimes I think. Do I really deserve this? Traumas that don't leave me alone, fears of noise, heights, fights, arguments, animals, even small sounds like a balloon popping.. But I don't show my fears to others because they might think I'm weak or vulnerable.. Wow, my life is so ironic and dramatic. (If anyone is reading this) I'm sorry you had to read this. To me, it seems like a story written by a talentless writer. :)

It's fine. our family is "normal." behind the walls. my parents are judgemental towards EVERYONE. my older sister complains about everything. my two younger sisters are always arguing about random shit. my older sister shoved my younger sister against a counter because she was screaming bloody murder bc she didn't want to listen to music. and im just here.. witnessing it all. It's breaking me. It's tearing me apart, keeping it all behind the walls. it Hurts. im broken, and it's my family's fault.

can't wait for wanderer part (my beloved)

hai (:

Wonder if I pierce something myself if I like it

The song family line always makes me cry, and makes me feel like I can't breathe my chest always starts to hurt, because it's so relatable and it's the truth, they're still family and I can't change it, at the end of the day I will always have physical traits/personality traits of their's especially when he says: "I'm so good at telling lies, that came from my mother's side, told a million to survive." The amount of times I had to lie for her to welfare, lie to my dad, lie to my school, lie at the bank (she did fraud), lie to police, and lie to Children services or whatever it's called, it sucked. but that song always stings, "how could you do that to a little kid, I can't forget I can't forgive. cause now I'm scared that everyone I love, will leave me." Like, if your own parent can do that to you, someone who's supposed to love you, how can you not be scared of someone who isn't blood, to leave?

My mom manipulates me, my teachers hate me, my friends are rude. No one. I have no one. Why do I stay in toxic friendships? I swear Mrs. _____ I'll finish the book! Please! Don't fail me! My mom will kill me please! I was sick for four day! Why?! IT'S A STUPID BOOK I WON'T EVEN BE HERE AFTER WINTER BREAK!

Both of my parents gave up on me and now I’m in foster care coming up on my third year…😕

I wish I wasn’t pushed out of my childhood.

I want to go home, even though I am already here.

I usually wouldn’t vent, since I don’t want to be a burden or annoying….but….shit…life‘s tough…"school is fun and there are kind teachers and students!", yeah no, fuck that…school is killing students physically, mentally, emotionally, hell, sometimes even s3()u@lly (speaking from experience..), and they have the audacity to say that I’m overreacting.. My parents found out I was lesbian in the past, they didn’t really care bout that, but they wanted me to love SOMEONE at least…well…now I’m Aroace, so they’ll hate me, as for my gender, they would kick me out if I tell them that I’m trigender, because I was Trans in the past, and they almost kicked me out… "We love you no matter what!", yeah no, fuck that… My parents abuse me in every way. Physically, mentally, emotionally, s3x()@//y… I’m tired…..but hey, life isn’t fair, and I probably deserve it for 'complaining'…..

Honestly I’m tired of everything I hate school family they expect me to exceed so high

My brother “just has anger issues” yea but he hits me I have bruises all over me he screams he bangs on my door and all I can do is listen to this song as he tries to get in hoping he doesn’t hurt me again I hide under the bed in the closet and bathroom just to get away from him but no one knows and my mom believes him bc he’s older I’m 13 he’s 15 bro.. I don’t like being the youngest

i wanna run away

I'm not even angry anymore, I'm just sad.

' We know how you feel' NO YOU DONT I HATE MYSELF BECAUSE OF YOU I ATTEMPTED BECAUSE OF YOU, you have no idea how i feel just leave me alone!

For years, my family has been drunk and different from my friend's family. I've been traveling hoping to get away from them to just relax and be different, for months they've been looking for me. I just ran hoping to never see them again, I come back to see my father has lung cancer and my mother stopped drinking. I should've come back years ago. I can never forgive myself for what I've done.. ____________________________________________________________________ 수년 동안 우리 가족은 술에 취해 친구의 가족과 달랐습니다. 나는 그들로부터 벗어나 휴식을 취하고 다른 사람이 되기를 바라며 여행을 하고 있었고, 그들은 몇 달 동안 나를 찾고 있었다. 다시는 그들을 볼 수 없기를 바라며 도망쳤고, 돌아와 보니 아버지는 폐암에 걸렸고 어머니는 술을 끊으셨습니다. 나는 몇 년 전에 돌아 왔어야했다. 나는 내가 한 일에 대해 결코 나 자신을 용서할 수 없다.

I swear to god, I'll continue living if you give me a new home for my restless heart. Please my lord, ment this broken bones. I don't want no other to get the cut from my words because of the hurt I've been held, and I couldn't hold this for so long, not forever. Oh god please, only you could help my helpless life.

I want to fix every broken soul I come across; I want to have that power. Just words aren't going to fix them all.

I wish my step dad wouldn't yell at me every time I accidently did something wrong. I try my best but he either calls me a liar or a mistake. I don't know what I did to him besides exist before he met my mom. I get yelled at everyday for talking, breathing wrong, getting something when I'm not allowed too, I have to ask or tell them when I do something. I've been really stressed because of all the pressure to be the perfect older "daughter". When I came out as Pan and Trans my step dad turned out transphobic and my mom cried in the bathtub with a bottle of liquor. I don't know how much longer I can do this but I'm trying. (sorry for the random vent)

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...I do not want to spend the rest of my life here, I lost my only companion (My dog named Lucky) and my grandma at the same time. My parents don't even comfort me for it and they blame me for their death to 'not be with them enough'. My grandma was in coma in Brazil and I was far from home at South of France for almost 3 weeks, How am I supposed to be with them if I got separated from them?

Hi, I’m Martin, I'm currently 14 as of December, 4th, 2024 and honestly, I don’t even know where to begin. My life feels like a long, unrelenting battle-a fight I never asked for but can’t seem to escape. From the moment I can remember, it feels like the world decided I wasn’t good enough. When I was really young, my dad used to joke about sending me to an adoption center. At least, he called it a joke. To me, it wasn’t funny. It scared me. I remember one time, he actually drove me to a random kindergarten and told me I’d be staying there for good. I was so terrified that I cried until I couldn’t breathe. He took me back home eventually, but the damage was already done. That’s when I learned that home wasn’t a safe place. My mom… she was the only one who made me feel like I belonged. When I was little, she’d hold me when I cried and tell me I was her “baby.” For a while, I believed her, and I thought maybe she loved me enough to make up for everything else. But that didn’t last. One day, she told me I was a mistake. Straight to my face, like it was nothing. I’ll never forget the way she said it-it wasn’t angry, just cold, detached, like I didn’t matter. She laughed afterward, saying, “Oh, don’t take it so seriously.” But I did. How could I not? She’d say other things too, little comments that stuck with me. “If you stare in the mirror too long, it’ll break.” She probably meant it as a joke, but I believed her. I started avoiding mirrors after that because I hated what I saw. I hated the way I looked, the way I felt like I didn’t belong in my own skin. School was even worse. From the moment I walked into a classroom, I was a target. My teachers were just as bad as the students. They wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom during class, so I’d end up wetting myself at my desk. The humiliation was unbearable. The other kids would laugh and call me disgusting. Sometimes, I’d even poop my pants, and the teachers would announce it to the whole class. “Martin stinks again,” they’d say, and everyone would laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world. I wasn’t a person to them-I was just a joke, something to mock. The names they called me still echo in my head: “Long neck,” “skeleton,” “pale creature,” “pepperoni face.” It was endless. And if the words weren’t enough, they’d use their fists too. I can’t even count how many times I got beaten up just for existing. I remember one day so vividly. I was running away from a group of bullies, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would explode. I slipped on the concrete, and my knees scraped against the ground. The pain was like fire shooting through my legs, but I didn’t stop. Blood was dripping down, staining the pavement, but I got up and kept running. My body was screaming at me to stop, to give up, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have a choice. Stopping meant letting them catch me, and that was worse than anything. At home, I thought maybe I’d find some peace, but I was wrong. My family wasn’t supportive. They didn’t understand me, especially the parts of me I’ve had to keep hidden. I like feminine things. Sometimes, I put on short shorts and thigh-high socks, and for a moment, I feel good about myself. I feel... free. But I can’t let them see that side of me. They’d never accept it. If they knew I was drawn to feminine guys, or that sometimes I wish I was a girl, they’d probably disown me. I hate that I have to hide who I am. I hate that I can’t just be me. Sometimes, I dream about what it would be like to wake up as someone else-someone who fits, someone who’s accepted. But I always wake up the same, stuck in this body, this life that feels like it’s suffocating me. Gaming used to be my escape. It was the one place I could forget everything-my family, the bullies, the pain. I’d lose myself in these worlds where I wasn’t Martin, where I could be anyone but me. But even that doesn’t work anymore. These days, the only thing that helps is writing. When I write, it’s like I’m pulling the poison out of my soul, even if it’s just for a little while. It doesn’t fix anything, but it helps me breathe. I’m in a private school now, and it’s... better, I guess. Nobody beats me up anymore, but the teasing is still there. Kids call me names, but I’ve learned to pretend it doesn’t hurt. It’s easier that way. When I first started at this school, the principal introduced me to a guy let's called him "Jim". He said "Jim" could be my “real friend.” He told him everything about me, like my life was some kind of sob story to share. At first, "Jim" and I got along, but it didn’t last. He started making jokes about me, calling me names like everyone else. It was just another reminder that I’m not good enough for anyone. I’ve tried so many things to feel better about myself. I tried drawing, but no matter how much people told me my art was good, I couldn’t believe them. I tried music, pouring everything into it, but nobody cared. I tried coding, modeling, even singing, but nothing stuck. I always end up feeling like a failure, like I’m not good at anything. The only time I ever felt whole was when I was with let's called her "Gale". She was my first love. We met through Roblox, of all places, and we just... clicked. For the first time, I felt seen, like I mattered to someone. She made me feel loved. But I ruined it. I got too close, too fast. I got sexual with her, and it made her uncomfortable. She left me for someone else, and it broke me. Now, I’m scared of women. I don’t know how to trust them anymore. Since then, I’ve found myself drawn to feminine guys. It feels safer, I guess. But even that’s something I have to hide. My family would never accept it, and I don’t know if I’ll ever find someone who really sees me, who loves me for who I am. Sometimes, I wish I could stop feeling altogether. It hurts too much to care, to hope, to want things I can’t have. But I can’t stop. I keep hoping, even when I know it’s pointless. I just want to feel like I matter to someone. Writing is the only thing that helps now. It’s the only place I can be honest, where I can let everything out without being judged. But even here, in my own words, I don’t know if I’ll ever find the love I’ve been searching for.

normal moms dont refuse to get their 'daughter' help..

My mother told me she was kicking me out, now I'm looking for an apartment and planning to move out, luckily I have a friend with me. I hate my mother

Sometimes I just wonder if anyone would even notice if I bought my own car and just drove as far as I could and start all over

My parents are not mentally good, my mom behaves like a child and yells all the time both of them are so immature, my brother is discussing with them all the time and i have depression and autism, my therapists never take me seriously and I'm literally so tired of this

Title a little to real. [I stopped eating with my family like 2 Months ago. Always made a good apology]

often feel like this

at school my friends joke about my depression that they think i don't have. and they joke about me cutting but they don't know i actually do and they're the only good friends i have and when i get home my dad looks aat me like i killed his parents and my mum screams at the top of her lungs and sometimes i can hear her hitting my brothers and it's scary

This is my exact story except flip mother and father each time it says utv

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