I really hate women who constantly talk about calories. It's great that you're trying to eat healthy, it's great that you put an effort into getting or maintaining a body you want to have. But why constantly talk about it? Why do you have to be like "do you know how many calories that burger you're eating has" or "oh this cake is so good, but is has so many calories"? Why don't you just shut up and let other people enjoy their food? Why don't you just shut up and enjoy food yourself? Sorry for the rant, but I'm currently dealing with a lot of women who do this and I am slowly going crazy.
Literally my brother is the most abusive guy. Already 22 and still never pays a share of rent because his reason is that he don't have a money. Like my mom is only asking 100 a month and he can afford a 300 bucks of suit?? He can afford 500 bucks wrist watch? He can afford to go out every night with friends. I'm 16 I share rent. I save money and I'm the one with limited money! I save them for college and investments and money is not easy to me. Him I know money is easy because of his massive scholarships and a job that's settled because my mom helped him!!! and if it's that easy then he should fucking move out already! I just can't stand how my mom is too soft and spoiling him. If my mom just raised spanking us or if my brother was raised by my dad then he'd experience discipline. And how come he's so spoiled and eratic to us when he can't show a pint of his true colors to others? So abusive! Complains why he have no girlfriend... Well obviously because he's awkward and later his true colors comes out. Last time, his ex girlfriend who was my actual friend came up to me telling me of his weird manipulative behaviours despite his awkward nerdiness. And I'm not siding on my brother's ex girlfriend but every detail she tells me is the attitude I see everyday with my brother... I don't know my brother is weird. Another thing, he loves to listen to death songs too which gets me concerned somehow. He said it was just his coping mechanism which I know he has some of his emotional struggles. But I'm concerned that one day he's be one of those massacres killing people and ne on the news.. He's just way too hard to deal with sometimes and hard to connect to as well as to understand.
After she said she was done with me, she hits me up like 'nice stranger, hi Felicia' looking for a favor lol wtf I don't get it
I never once shed a tear because I was molested, why is it now that I'm 24 years old that I'm feeling devastated by it?And you know what's worse? That sick fuck molested my brother too and for that idk guys I joke about killing people all the time even tho im obviously not going to, but this special variety of sick fuck (the kind that takes advantage of kids that weren't even 5 years old) will pay and others like him will pay too...
Hey boys! Please love your girl since she can love you , don't hook up with someone or cheat cause you know what's hurt the most? when you know she doesn't love you anymore and that means! she will never care about you even if you will have to make her jealous! i already experienced this and it hurts a lot stup*d f***! i'm so f*** blind!!!! damn*** i miss her! and i'm afraid that she will be with someone someday but today she is happy without me! and it hurts a lot. i keep texting her, visiting her house and show how perfect she is and how i love her but she keep saying sorry to me because she can't love me anymore!😢 i may look like a gay here but idc cause what i care is that the girl i love so much! but she doesn't love me anymore! ssh*t sh*t sh*tttt!!!!! 4 years of love 💔 i am 2 yrs and a half single and still in love with that girl 😢😢😢 please girl 😢 stay single please dont be in love with someone else please come back to me...
Being sexually abused was the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced, and I am only now starting to acknowledge the gravity of what happened. There is one memory in particular that always haunts me. I was ten. An innocent little boy. I had forgotten to put some ingredients back into the refrigerator after making myself a sandwich. My stepfather saw this and began to yell at me for it. So loudly and cruelly that I was crying and trembling in fear. He was throwing things. Slamming his fists down on the counter so hard that the items on it shook. I remember honestly thinking that he would kill me. That I was going to die. But then he took out his erect penis and made me perform oral sex on him "as punishment" for what I did. So horrible. No words. It feels more like a nightmare than something that actually happened, but it happened. And I think about it all the time. It kills me over and over again every day.
I only use this website because i'm extremely lonely the last few years. i know i have a way out of this life style so i'm not worried, but because of a set back i have to wait, and waiting makes me feel like i am losing time and wasting my life. i can't wait for this to be handled, so i can go back, and consequently travel and make friends
My ex David punched a special needs man at work one time. He worked at a place where disabled (physically and mentally disabled) people could work. They got rides to work and did things like make Christmas wreaths for stores or pull rubber. They had trouble getting or holding a job in mainstream community, so they worked there for a paycheck and more supportive environment. One of my ex's coworkers was mentally retarded. This guy was in his 30s or 40s but had the mind of a child. He told David he had a picture of him. So he punched him. David has Aspergers and thought that would justify it. I told him flat out, no it doesn't. David is not on the same mental level as the other guy. He knows right from wrong. If he worked anywhere else and punched someone while on the clock, he'd be fired and maybe arrested. Something as stupid as a picture is not a reason to punch anyone, much less a retarded person. He didn't even see the picture, didn't know if it was dirty in any way, and didn't see him take the picture. I told David the picture may not exist. And if it does, what does it matter? The only people it would get shown to are people at work and the guy's sister. I never forgave him for that and, as far as I remember, he didn't really feel sorry for doing it. He had a minor punishment at work but he kept his job and wasn't arrested. I was embarrassed to be his girlfriend. I broke up with him about a year or so after that. I tried making it work. I tried convincing myself if I loved him enough and helped as much as I could, he would change. I know, how cliche. We had a lot of issues, but punching a special needs man over a picture is something I will never forgive or forget. That's crossing a line I didn't realize had to be drawn.
I'm jealous of my younger sister. As if it isn't enough for her to be smarter, stronger, and more popular than me, I feel like my parents give her everything that they made me work for. I had to "earn" my cellphone- not even pay for it, they just thought I should "prove" I needed it, despite me frequently staying after school or being away from home. I didn't get a phone until I was 16, a cheap HTC that I practically had to beg for. Then when my sister turned 14 they just dropped the newest Samsung model in her lap and said "Here you go!" Then they kept me from getting my driving permit until I was 19, and since then they only took me driving three times. I'm almost 22 now and I'm going to have to renew my permit (which is super fucking embarrassing that I've had it for 3 years and still can't drive) because they won't let me drive! I also had to buy my own car- which is fair, I'm fine with paying for my own car. But now my sister has just turned 17, and they're rushing her to the DMV to get her permit and my dad wants to buy her a $14,000 car with less than 50,000 miles on it, when I'm driving a $4,000 car with 170,000 miles on it. I just don't get it. Why is she so fucking special? I love my sister. She's great and I'm blessed to have her in my life. But I work my ass off to please my parents and they still obviously favor her. I don't get why I've had to kill myself to get the things I need to function as an adult in society, and they just hand her everything she wants. I'm so tired of it. And I know I probably sound like a whiny child for even writing this confession. But the thing is, I'm not mad that I had to work for things. I'm mad that she doesn't have to. I'm sick of my parents so obviously favoring her and treating me like I'm not as good as her. And don't even get me started on how they don't make our younger brother do ANYTHING. I'm just sick of it.
FUCKING MICE!!! so fucking tired of being in a house with mice. I'm literally losing my fucking mind. I'm not scared of them, it's not that kind of situation. I'm just getting really sick and tired of hearing them go through my shit, I'm tired of finding their shit everywhere, and I'm tired of my clothes having fucking holes in them!!!!