I am 18 years old. My father sexual abused me when I was 12 and my mother allowed it to happen because she couldn't stand to be on her own and get a job. I think about I everyday, but I can't tell anyone about it. I don't have a job and my parents don't believe in therapy. I went off to college last year and it was great. But now that Covid moved all of my classes online, I'm back living in the same room in the same bed that I was abused in. I'm going crazy.
I think have friends but I barely ever talk to them anymore and I'm just getting more and more sad I hate myself I wanna die I dont wanna go to heaven or hell I just wanna not exist i wish I wasnt born. my family doesnt even like me and wants me gone ive destroyed nearly every good relationship ive had im useless. I used to have dreams and goals I wanted to be a comic book artist but I can barely draw anymore the things ive been working towards were for nothing I dont know what to do I just wanna die
i love Rose shes the best shes my hero and my role model and just the best person on this planet besides my mom
My confession is that I'm an idiot. I accidentally left a loaf of bread in my backpack with a box of dryer sheets, cause I thought if they were wrapped up in separate plastic bags they'd be fine... and now my grilled cheese tastes like Downy Rose and Amber Blossom. RIP my dinner.
Sometimes I want to die because I can't have self control with food. And that's delaying my weight loss goal. I can't focus on my daily program..any helpful ideas?
I should resort to prostitutes but I'm broke
I really don't see a point in a girl like me being online anymore as there are just way too many h*rny people online that it's ridiculous and it's not often that there are decent people out there that I can find who actually want something real (eg. a friendship that doesn't involve any kind of s*xting, trading n*des or dirty talk whatsoever) as they're extremely hard to find nowadays. It stinks that this is what the world has come to. Also, I'm not even sure why I'm writing this or posting this as there are also way too many careless people out there who only care about themselves.
im not ok tonight, my anxiety and depression has got the best of me and i just want to run away. but i cant. i have a husband and children to think of. i want out. i just wish i could switch off
tw my brother always tells me to kms as a joke and that I'm ugly and I shouldn't be here I dont think he means it but it still hurts am I being to sensitive I told him it hurts but he doesn't care
I hate when people try to cheer me up it makes me feel worse and then the compare problems thinking it will help but I love them for trying