Another Venting Thing
Thread Topic: Another Venting Thing
Everything they do is to f---ing ruin my life.
You know what’s s---ty? The fact that everyone keeps telling me that he works doesn’t revolve around me.
No duh, no f---ing duh. I WISH it did, people just do what they wanna do with me and I’ve gotta be fine with it. No one asks for what I want or for what I even need. They just do what they want because they suck.
They f---ing suck.
I don’t have a problem with standing up for myself. I’ve tried again and again to say no but no one listens. It’s like people know what I don’t want but they do it anyways. I don’t care if they do it, but I hate that it’s every single day. It’s every f---ing day that people just throw out my opinions because they decide that their’s are better.
The ninth post on that page was when all the venting that came after it was all because of the same thing
I feel like even if we move back to Texas- I won’t be able to turn myself around.
I don’t even know what it’s like for someone to actually change their mind because of me. It’s never happened. I’ve always just brushed it off, because honestly, those things haven’t dramatically changed my life. But this whole move from Texas really did. It’s something that I know that I HAVE to change, but I’m really scared that I can’t.
People had said things like, “You’ll like Maryland, Everything will be fine.”
Well, now it’s jokes on them, because I knew exactly what was gonna happen when we got back.
a) move to Maryland and end up extremely unhappy with the entire world and end up committing suicide in some lower-ceilinged, dark, house.
Wow, omg, I can like- predict the future?
People think that I’m like a robot or something. They think I can just bounce back to a happy person. But they aren’t seeing that I’m a human being. Eventually, I’m gonna stop picking myself up.
Ok, but this venting thread is like heaven. I can swear without feeling bad, I can trash talk people without them knowing, and I can say everything that I can’t say irl.
If I ever wanna tell my parents how it feels, but I’m too scared, just send this thread their way.
I really really hate it when people talk to me through snapchat. I’m not here to tell people about myself, I’m just f---ing tired
I’ve gotten so many adds this week and I hate the s--- out of it. Usually I just add them back and we snap each other pics of the ceiling. Like I don’t wanna show my face, especially when I’ve just woken up and feel like s---
People keep asking me what sport I’m gonna stick to and I just don’t know. Everyone’s like, “Sports can get you into college.”
It’s not that I’m not athletic, I like sports. I really like watching sports, talking about sports, and playing sports. Basically, I like sports.
But I can’t just be like, “You know what? I’m gonna play soccer for the rest of my life.” I don’t want to settle down with one thing, because honestly- soccer is the dumbest sport ever.
Sure, I’m fine if someone brings it up in a conversation. No, I’m not done that I played it this year.
I just don’t like it. I don’t like playing tennis either. It’s fine if a friend wants to just pass it around, but doing it for school? And this school? There is no way in hell that I will ever sign up for a sport again.
Not here, at least. And people are like “That’s ridiculous, it’s still the same sport.”
Holding Sprout rn she’s so cute
I’m pissed at my mom for making bad decisions all the while she knows exactly who she’s hurting
Every f---ing stupid choice of hers is always justified by:
“I didn’t have the childhood that I wanted.”
Just because she didn’t live the way that she wanted, doesn’t make her actions okay. She can’t pull out the same stupid excuse every single f---ing time. She had the f---ing choice to make her kids’ lives better and yet she decides to be selfish. It’s like she didn’t have the childhood that she wanted, so now she’s taking it out on us. Then, we’re gonna have that same excuse to ruin our own children’s lives.
I don’t like saying it, but I’m so disgusting by my mom. I hope that I never act the way that she has. She f---ing has the nerve to talk about Texas when I’m around. Just the biggest b---- ever.
I hate that I thought that she knew what was best for me. She doesn’t. She really, really doesn’t. She knows it too.
I don’t know if it’s ignorance or she’s just straight up lying, but she’s either accidentally or purposefully ruining my life.
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