forum Anyone who just needs a place to release cuz of daily tasks and life
Started by @CharlieTheSlayer fastfood
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@FRANKtheTritoposaur group

nvm i just got to write this and turn it in.

As an extremely picky eater, I have strong opinions on food. Cheese, pasta cooked with wine(or any type of alcohol), and apple juice should be banned. Cheese is gross, it has a weird texture, horrible taste, and it makes my tummy hurt. Overall just kinda sucks. I would rather be stabbed in the stomach and have to eat my own intestines than eat cheese by itself. Any cheese enjoyer belongs in jail. Next, pasta cooked with wine. You took a good food and made it 30% worse by trying to make it fancy. Wine and alcohol tastes like stomach acid. No thank you, I’ll stick to my cold buttered pasta. Lastly, apple juice. If u wanna drink something that tastes, and looks, like pee. Just drink pee. Like its not that hard. If u drink apple juice on the daily, you should never be allowed in a hospital bathroom. Please reach out for psychiatric help. At that point just drink pee. I am right and you cannot tell me otherwise.

@CharlieTheSlayer fastfood

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@Serenity88 group

I read books of people finding their someone and surviving through impossible odds with their someone; going to the ends of the earth and back with their someone; killing for their someone.
but where's my someone?

I read books of people overcoming obstacles to champ their way to victory. they defeat the thing, return home and have developed into someone new, better, perhaps more scarred than before but a person with scars is a survivor cause scars means you beat the thing and lived.
but where's my challenge, my quest, my purpose? where's my adventure to change me into someone with a greater understanding of the value of life and little things?

I read books with characters learning things to forward their motives. discovering a hidden talent, unleashing a power with the strength to destroy worlds and break universes; learning how to channel the things boiling under their skin to accomplish their goals.
but where's my talent, my power, my strength? where's my unique ability that changes the fate of many, or just myself?

I read books where they get to work and avoid their thoughts and memories through the activity.
but
my memories wont leave no matter what I do, taunting me from the ghosts of my past; lingering in my head as I try to sleep, not leaving until ive given in and embraced the ache they cause and dream of how everything could be different but it could never be so good; they are always there. always reminding me not to forget. forget how it was better back then and I cant go back.

I read books of people with parents who either suck ass or are perfect.
but where are my parents who fall clearly into a category like bad or good? sober or raging stoned? abusive or gentle? cruel or kind? dismissive or understanding?

sorry to disturb everyone but I had to spit my thoughts somewhere.

@Serenity88 group

I feel rly rly bad rn and I dont know what to do
listening to rly loud music that resonates with the bad feels doest help
doing things might help but its too cold
pls what do I do I want to scream or run until my lungs explode or kill a chicken or snap the dog's neck or cut my veins or maybe just scream until my throat is a bloody mess or steal a car and drive until the gas runs out then run and run and run…
not doing too good tbh lol

@Serenity88 group

ever just try to fall asleep and your mind is like
😎hey
😎hey remember when you were so much happier and you were in love and you didnt have a period or bitchy hormones and your family had money and time so you could see your friends all the time and your parents didnt drink and you had a guy who loved you and you didnt hate yourself and you had hope for a cool future and you were so 🤩blissfully ignorant🤩 of everything wrong with your generation??
😎cause I remember, buddy. I remember everything. and its all gone now, never to return, cause you were a dumb child who couldn't hold on to the one person who made you so happy. whats that? you shouldn't be thinking like this cause its not healthy? oh but buddy, there isn't anything else to think of, just like there isnt anything else to do beside rot your pathetic little brain out bingeing shows and Pinterest.
😎hey why are you such a cold shouldered bitch? why are you such a little piss-and-vinegar, cold shouldered bitch? you're gonna die alone and hated at a young age with a bottle in your hand, you know.

and then you try to tell yourself that its not good to think that way, and you try to find something else to fall asleep to but its all
😎hey the girls on drill team all hate your guts, they're just nicer people who are also fake people who can pretend to tolerate you. Oh, and the people at WW, they also dont like you. they just pretend to be nice, and say sweet things, to make you feel a little better so you'll stop being a dramatic little bitch and maybe you'll leave them alone.
😎hey remember when he told you he loved you? yeah he was just a silly, misguided kid then, just like you. he never wants to see you now, even though you cant go one hour without thinking of him. he doesnt care for you, probably never did. he only thought he liked you cause you were the only girl there and you spent so many hours together.
😎hey. dont forget all of it. you need to feel the physical pain of being a burden to those who have to put up with you. you have to feel the feeling of your ribs contracting around your heart, shredding it so that maybe it'll stop beating.