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Parents be like “ it’s my house and I’m letting you live here. Be more grateful.” Bitch you bore me in a cage and called it free room and board.
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Dying is so much easier than living will ever be. 
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Yooooooo!!! Christmas happened, and everyone came over to my house to celebrate. I ended up making this art to describe how I feel cuz my parents wanted me to at least look happy so cheers...
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Heyo! I don’t know why but I’ve started to draw how I feel so....
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Heyo!
This is a little drawing I did. This was done on my computer this time. I like to think that it represents how I feel with depression and anxiety. IDK
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A long rant...
My mom just used the “people elsewhere have it harder than you” card.
So basically, I’ve just gotten back from a cross country “scrimmage”. Cross country meets don’t technically have scrimmages but that’s what my coach (who is also my dad) called it because it was informal. This “scrimmage” took place while it was over 100 degrees, on a course that was 98% in the sun. Since it was so hot and this was an informal scrimmage, the girls team as a whole asked if we could run with out our uniforms. Know that our “uniforms” are currently T-Shirts 2 sizes to big and sleeves that go past your elbows. Not giving a shit about us he told us no. He gave no reasoning, but based off his attitude we were pretty sure it was because he wanted the team to look “good” and for him to look like a good coach. All he did though was stand in the shade and yell at us. He didn’t have to do anything physical. We were pissed but we ran. When we were done, I was over getting water when I complained about how hot our run was. Our coach snapped at me and said. “What do you want me to do!?! Bring a bunch of fucking air conditioners for you.” I proceeded to give him a death glare and walk away. He turn around as if he never said anything at all. Eventually we end up on the bus and head home. The girls team were all cheery and happy. When we get back, my mom is driving me home and I tell her about how my dad was annoyed with the fact that I complained that it was hot. Her response is “maybe he just didn’t want to hear you”   ...  I told her that he didn’t have to listen. She told me that I should have gone somewhere else, and I told her that I couldn’t because I had to get my water. Her only response was to tell me that “this is a new mood for you”.......... like bitch I’m always pissed. Doesn’t matter. So we get home and I start to get ready for bed. In the middle of my routine my mom yells to me from downstairs to put my phone downstairs. I tell her I’ll do it when I’m finished getting ready. Not a minute later she’s in the bathroom asking for my phone. Now I’m really fucking annoyed. I tell her that I’ll get it when I’m done, I’m busy, and that I literally told her that I would take care of it. She says to me “why are you so grumpy? you weren’t grumpy on the bus.” I told her that I was upset, and was hiding that so my friends wouldn’t worry about the fact that I was really miserable. She goes to me “you’re miserable!?! how do you thing women in Afghanistan feel.” Now I want to kill myself even more, and my parents are acting like none of how I feel is their fault... whatever i guess...
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I genuinely want to die. My dad just tried to fucking tell me that my panic attacks only happen because I want them to....... I cannot stand this motherfucker.
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Is no one gonna comment of the fact that Gaud called the Moorish Idol Skeleton “the sexy fish from finding nemo”...
Two words: Stingray skeletons.
oh my stars and garters
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how have we been sleeping on ocean skeletons???
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I drew another person :)
He’s not even dead!!!
He almost is tho…. O.o
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@just-shower-thoughts Are ice cream sandwiches just frozen whoopie pies???
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Does anyone else spend hours scrolling through the internet trying to find a post that describes how completely miserable you feel, because your own words aren’t enough. That’s what I spent my night doing. :)
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Does anyone know why I find myself so comfortable if I’m either under a blanket or have a sweatshirt on? It could be 80 degrees out and I’ll still cover up in one. I don’t know why. I’m thinking it’s because I’m lonely, and it acts like a hug but IDK.
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When you’re miserable and depressed, and you have to socialize, to pretend you’re OK, and you’re silently falling to pieces...
That’a how I’m feeling right now... :(
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Y’all wanna see what I drew?!?!
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It’s a person!!! :)
He dead tho..... :(
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Random Ass Idea I had at 1 this morning.
It’s a story about an English Teacher/Major who goes on a quest that has no special abilities, but can predict the future based on motifs, symbolism, and foreshadowing they recognize in during their journey.
That’s all...
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I’m stuck in this paradox where I’m to depressed to do what I want to do, but not doing what I want to do is making me depressed, and I don’t know what to do except cry. :/
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Does anyone else replace their lack of affection they receive with blankets or sweatshirts or is that just me?!?!
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