Venting Can't even cope with living without complaints

[Obsidian_Ichor]

It pisses me off so bad, that for whatever thing I choose to cope with being alive, instantly gets shot down by the people around us for being unhealthy or that it "hurts their feelings that I can't come to them instead." I cut up and it "could get infected" and "that's permanent you know". I buy plates and glass and shit to smash so I have something to break if I can't break myself and its "a waste of perfectly good items" and "Its too loud". I smoke since I can't smash plates, just to calm down, "You'll get addicted, and get cancer and die, and the hospital bills." Like fuck, you think I don't know that? Do they really think I'm that fucking stupid? And even if I didn't know that, do they really think I give a fuck? I don't care about how it affects them since this isn't about them. I don't care how it affects me since it's this or fucking die and I really couldn't care less if I die or not but I'm at least not bothered to CTB on purpose right now, so I don't get what their issue is. I just wish people around us would shut the fuck up about it. I'm alive aren't I? Isn't that fucking enough..

 

[whywere]

I am 70, and this reference for this.

All my life, I have seen so much grief brought on by people that have NO business saying anything, as they cannot even keep their own house in order.

I learned back in the 1970's to tune out that type and if it came to it, tell them completely off.

My heart breaks for you, as NO ONE ever should have to put up with B.S.

It takes time and the convection that you might make someone ticked off but so be it. Tell them in no on certain terms what is what period.

I guarantee that as time moves on and you look back, those same people will either still be bitching OR completely by themselves.

You are a strong, wonderful and caring soul and never ever let idiots give you ANY grief ever.

Hugs to you, my good friend.

Walter