- Locked by Faceless Knight on Aug 6, '20 8:17pmReason: Owner's request
Thread Topic: Ripper's Edge
If you want, you can post it here anyway, and I'll reply to them in a thread just for you when I see them.
At this point, I don't know what to do. My mom's still pushing like, "God will this" "God will that". No, God won't.
If there's a way to help me, then do it and stop preaching to me!
I would love to quit everything. Ngl, I would love to die.
I woke up and was immediately lectured and preached to and had my personal space breeched for being sad. My mom was like, "Pray to God and you'll feel better."
Again, that's not how it works!
She doesn't get the concept that some people just need space and time before they recover from something, and she refuses to accept this when I say it.
I'm not really in a talkative mood right now.
I need to vent.
ok. ill give you some time.
I'm tired of it. I just wanted a normal life. I didn't ask to be born, yet I live to suffer. I only ask for a practical life, and I can't have that. No, I live in a house where we stress every day about "We can't afford this" "We can't afford that", and if you bring up something you'd like to do "like normal teens", you're considered being ungrateful.
How is that being ungrateful? I'm only requesting the privileges YOU had when YOU were a kid, and according to you and your parents, you were even worse off then, money-wise.
I ask for something, and you tell me we can't afford it. I beg to work my heart out for it, getting a job of my own, and you deny me the right to do so. You tell me "not being able to afford it isn't the problem." So what the f--- is?
I think you guys are just too arrogant to allow me to do things for myself and too ashamed to admit to me when money is the problem. I know we're not rich, but there are somethings I feel I should have as a teenager, and I am seriously lacking in that area.
I mean, I should've had my own custom bedroom AGES ago, but now that I'm seventeen, you wanna paint it to look all cute and princessy? I asked for that when I was five. 5! I'm too old for it now. You've missed the opportunity to do that for me, and frankly, I don't want your input on how I decorate MY room, now.
Don't feel sorry, just get over it and do what I'm asking from you now! Don't ignore me for another twelve years.
I don't need your self-pity for all that you didn't do when I needed it most. What I need for you to do now is LISTEN TO ME.
But, you wouldn't do that if my life depended on it. You've proven that.
My life does depend on you listening to me about this depression thing, but you won't listen. If I don't get help, even if I don't hurt myself, internally, it is breaking my body down, destroying me. Do you understand that? Yes. But do you care to do anything about it? No.
My stomach pains, my school grades dropping, my headaches, restless nights, chest pains--they're all connected!
...but all you want to do is tell me to pray and God will remove it.
GOD HAS GIVEN MEANS OF HEALING THROUGH THERAPY AND TREATMENT.
No, ya'll don't agree with that. And nothing is ever right unless it includes God.
Can we just drop that for a minute? You mean that unless they're blabbing about God 24/7, I can't seek help from anyone else because you think they're morally disgusting or whatever?
I hate you.
And it's just every time my mom tries to make God's name the cure-all for any instance, I feel a deeper contempt for both her and the standards I have been raised under.
I don't believe in cure-alls, instant peace, or anything else you can pull out your a-- to tell me.
If I'm not entitled to want to be a normal teen, then I am most certainly entitled to be angry for all the trouble you put me through just because you're stubborn and don't want to listen.
I don't need your input anymore, you just hold me back.
I want to leave and leave now.
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