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Started January 17, 2019 by @The-N-U-T-Cracker

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Okay… Okay… So you know how I often joke about how my siblings destroy everything I know and love? Well, it's not an exaggeration. My little sister thought it was completely fine to leave all her art supplies all over the floor, and one of the cheap oil pastels that she shouldn't have been trusted with ended up in with the laundry. It melted into the clothes, destroying quite a bit of stuff, but… You know how whenever I have a good day, it always ends with me, snuggled up in my favorite fuzzy pugicorn pajamas with matching fuzzy socks and blanket, cuddling my stuffed opossum? I can't do that anymore, my favorite pajamas were forever destroyed by the pastel. It might sound stupid, but those things were so comfy they could cure any bad day, and now they're gone. And this isn't the only thing my siblings have destroyed, for example, the walls of my room are covered with splashes of my favorite nail polish, along with scribbles with the fancy brush markers that my baby sister destroyed, the paintings I made when I was little and kept for the sake of memories have been painted over with acrylics because my sister didn't like them and wanted to paint her own things, and even my precious opossum plushie is stained with my expensive art supplies that my siblings just had to "borrow". It's a miracle I still have my laptop, although it's got a dent in it from the time my siblings weren't paying attention and managed to drop it out of the car onto the driveway below. In case you can't tell, I'm grumpy again.

…I just want my own room…

Put it up where they can't reach it. And I'm sure that that possum toy will be fine if you scrub it a little. I know I've had like stuffed animals ruined seemingly, but then after a while the colors can the Fate it in and it wasn't really noticeable at all.

The opossum has been stained for over a year, I’ve just learned to accept it. And my mom tried to save the pajamas… It didn’t work. It’s not just stained, there’s textured waxy stuff all over it and it can’t be cleaned off.

Also, there is nowhere they can’t reach… The little brats can climb, and if they can’t climb to it they drag a chair over and then climb up. Until I have my own room and can lock the door when I’m not in there, nothing will ever be safe.

Then hide it.

Then hide it.

You can’t hide from them, they’re like little demons and will find everything

That sucks :(

Like… I don’t want my oldest brother to move out (WHO’S GONNA KILL THE SPIDERS, OPEN JARS, FIX TECHNOLOGY GLITCHES, AND REACH HIGH PLACES FOR ME???) but at the same time I really need him to get a job and get out because if I don’t get my own room soon I’m going to lose my mind

oof

Okay… I need to calm down… The pajamas were very cheap ($5) so I can probably replace them, and it’ll only be a few months before I get my own space for the first time in my life. I can already imagine how amazing it’s going to be… I can finally hang posters on the wall, I can start collecting the cute stuff that makes me happy (stickers, figurines, glitter, and other pointless stuff that’s fun to look at), I won’t have to make my bed, I can dance whenever the heck I want to, my WiFi limits won’t be so strict, I can use my watercolors more often, I can sleep without having to listen to my siblings screaming BABY SHARK DO DO DO DO DO while jumping on the beds and refusing to turn the light off, and I’ll have more freedom overall. Not to mention the walls won’t be covered in bright pink nail polish

I’ll also be able to watch some of the animes and TV shows my friends keep recommending me without being interrupted by my sisters

That's good!

I'm stuck in this stupid Cambridge program. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for the opportunities it's giving me, but at the same time it's very slowly killing me. It's worse because I never really had a choice, you know? Also, I'm sixteen and I don't have my learner's permit, let alone my license. I don't have a job, I don't know what to do for college, I have no volunteer hours, my parents are driving me crazy. Seriously, I'm sixteen and my mom monitors my grades and basically everything I do. If I ever have a C or below in any of my classes, she immediately takes my phone away, which SUCKS because she basically forced me to join Cambridge which is really freaking difficult! Since freshman year I've been taking college level courses and she's been on my butt whenever I struggle instead of offering any sort of help! She doesn't let me hang out with friends, and it gets to the point where I never leave my house except for school, which is ten minutes away! I know she means the best, but goddamn I'm going insane! I'm depressed, anxious, and I've developed what has to be some sort form of maladaptive daydreaming because I never leave the house! I'm not allowed to have social media (she'd kill me if she knew I was here), or do anything online, really. My dad is rarely in the picture, the workaholic he is. I love my sister, but since she's nine and we're always arguing (as siblings do), I'm the one who's constantly blamed because I'm "older" and should be "more responsible". Like, "Sorry Mom and Dad! You realize we learned to fight like this from you two? What's out age difference? Oh, more than seven years?" The constant lectures, fighting, routine, etc. is really fraying my nerves, and I can never actually have a conversation with either of them without breaking down into tears or getting punished, or both. I know ranting is what this thread is for, but I hate sounding like the whiny, unjustified teen I am. Sighs. Sorry.

Gods, that sucks. I'm here for you. All of you.

Not at all. I totally understand. You feel like your parents are smothering you and that they're not giving you any options to do anything with your life. You feel trapped, and you deserve to rant about this kind of thing. Basically what I'm saying is that you're completely valid in making these arguments. If you ever need anyone to rent to or vent to or cry 2 I'm here for you.

Thank you so much. It really does mean a lot, you guys. I think I'm just so used to feeling like I'm imposing that it always feels like that, to be honest. Thank you for the support, though <3

And I hope things work out for you, @NutEllaDraws, and to everyone else who's having problems with anything, to be honest.

Thank you so much. It really does mean a lot, you guys. I think I'm just so used to feeling like I'm imposing that it always feels like that, to be honest. Thank you for the support, though <3

And I hope things work out for you, @NutEllaDraws, and to everyone else who's having problems with anything, to be honest.

We love you! <3

No sweat.

My mom is being a huge bitch and I don’t know what her fucking problem is. It’s like she’s only pissed with me but for no apparent reason. Just everything. She got mad at me for charging food at school even though I told her I’d pay for it. She got so mad about it. It didn’t make any fucking sense becuase it’s my damn money and I said I’d take care of it and the whole situation is under control if she’d just get off my ass. The other day, I was getting ready to go to school. I had my uniform skirt rolled up a bit because it’s a little too big and I’m trying to do what I can to help it. And it’s literally like an inch and half above my knee, and she knows I don’t want to wear “unmodest” clothing; I never have becuase it makes me personally uncomfortable. But I know this is fine. All my other skirts are them same fucking length and I’ve been wearing my skirt like this for weeks and she hasn’t said anything. And now suddenly I’m a slut or something. “I just don’t want anyone to see your butt.” No one’s gonna see my butt, mom. (She knows I’m constantly pulling my skirt down in the back for that very reason). “I don’t want anyone to see your coochy.” ? I’m wearing shorts. “I don’t want them to see that either.” …that’s kind of their job, but okay I guess. And I went to school. And then we were in Wal Mart and I’ve been generally annoyed with her becauase she’s been acting weird lately and also because I’m so tired of her always being on her goddamn phone scrolling through Facebook and ignoring us to text someone about something “really important” that is always something that can wait. So we’re in Wal Mart and I’m getting Downey Unstoppables for my laundry because I get musty and I want my clothes to stay smelling nice. And she comes over like she’s a fucking fairy princess and is all like, “Omg which one is that? Is it good? This one smells like the beach uwu uwu uwu” and I’m just like okay whatever I’m gonna get these two because I use the blue ones and everyone else’s typically uses the blue or pink, so I’ll grab the pink, too so eceryone’s happy. Got it all figured out. And then my dad is like “Did Mom day we’re getting those?” And I was like she didn’t not say it. Because, y’know, I had just walked away with them in my hands right in front of her and she shakes her head and I turn around like wtf and she’s like “I don’t like that one it smells bad.” And it’s the fucking blue one which I use and I’m like ? why tf and she’s like “We’ll get this one (the pink one) and this one (the beach one). And I’m just frustrated because she doesn’t like going to Wal Mart and then I decide to grab something I use in my own damn laundry that she clearly never uses because she didn’t know which ones to get and then she told me to put the one I always get away. And if you’re gonna suddenly decide to go to a store you don’t like to go to, then maybe just shut up and let us do our thing instead of trying to make waves. And I’m pissed and she’s like, “Is this good for you?” And it’s not but she’s not actually asking, she doesn’t actually care she’s just saying it. And I say “yeah sure” and walk away because I cannot stay in that fucking aisle with her. So I go to my dad who has the cart and put the fucking bottle in there and my dad’s like are you good and I’m like no mom’s messing stuff up and I was getting this for my own laundry, not for her laundry. And then she marches up behind me and I don’t know it until I turn around and she’s right in my face and she starts getting loud, telling me “Not to show [my] ass and stop being a huge bitch in Wal Mart” and that’s exactly what she’s doing right now and she thinks she can just call me a bitch even though I could never use that language with her, and it’s such an abuse of power on her end to use degrading language with me that I’m not allowed to use with her. And then I’m in the aisle with everyone: her, my dad, and sisters. And we start to leave and she does that thing where she forces me into a hug, forces me into a hug so she can ask me what’s wrong with this forced sincere voice like it’s suddenly going to be a beautiful bonding moment and I’m just gonna break down and divulge to her what’s on my mind. But I kinda don’t like being forced into an uncomfortable hug with a woman who just yelled at me in a Wal Mart literally 3 minutes prior. So I say, “You yelled at me in a Wal Mart” and she goes, “Well yeah, you were being a huge bitch” and there are other people in this aisle it is so embarrassing and degrading to me. And I don’t make eye contact with her, I don’t hug her back. Eventually, she sighs and drops her arms and walks off. Like I fucking did something to her.
Fast forward a little bit and my sister selects a red Mountain Dew and she goes, “Mountain Dew?! There’s soooo much caffeine in that!” And she’s always like this telling us how terrible junk food is, like we get it we just don’t care and so my sister puts it back and my mom goes, “You’re not gonna get it?” Like….no??? Wtf??
Now it’s night time. I’m reading a book for my school’s book club. I decide to print off one of the sections. I send it to the printer and it starts printing in her room. I go up there and we talk about what I’m printing and I tell her how I may have printed the wrong pages and she doesn’t say anything, she just keeps watching tv on her phone. Then I cancel the print job and go downstairs to print the right pages from my iPad, and then she yells at me from upstairs, and I go up there and she’s like “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? MY INK IS EXPENSIVE! IT COSTS $80 EVERYTIME I HAVE TO GET MORE! THIS IS SO THOUGHTLESS OF YOU! WHY? WHY? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” and I was like god okay so I cancelled that print job and my dad marches in and I just leave.
So basically. I don’t know what her issue is and I can’t tell her becuase I’ve tried to before and she just…doesn’t give a shit. She just tells me I’m being ridiculous or stupid. I’m not even joking, I’m not exaggerating. She’s not always like this. She gets all uwu I love the beach uwu but everything pisses her off so it’s like uwu this smells like the beach bUT YOU’RE A HUGE BITCH ASDFGHJKL

Is there anyone you can reach out to about this problem? I think the mood swings are getting a little too out of hand personally, and I don't want to have to see you go through that for any goddamn reason. I'm pretty sure there's a reason behind it. It doesn't seem like it at the moment, so yeah.

Is there anyone you can reach out to about this problem? I think the mood swings are getting a little too out of hand personally, and I don't want to have to see you go through that for any goddamn reason. I'm pretty sure there's a reason behind it. It doesn't seem like it at the moment, so yeah.

I mean, I can talk about it. But there’s nothing to be done about it. She gets like this and no one knows why and we just gotta wait for her to get over it and be normal again.
God, and she gets mad if I’m upset with her and trying not to say something I’ll regret so I just walk away and she’s like, “YOU CAN’T WALK AWAY FROM ME I AM YOUR MOTHER I MADE YOU! YOU DON’T GET TO JUST WALK AWAY WHEN I’M TALK PING TO YOU!” even if she’s done when I start to walk off.

Pfffffff I just got into sort of a fight with my friend. I wasn’t like upset or anything to begin with, but then I got more and more upset the more he tried to weasel around what I was saying. Like, okay, this is gonna get a little sensitive so I’ll put it in a spoiler

Oh, I understand, and I'm totally here for you to rant to. I think he was being a little insensitive, and no matter what I will always be your friend. You don't have to fear losing me at all.

Thanks. I think I’m just gonna apologize and hope it works out.

Gods, that's horrible. All of it. I'm here for you <3