Scribble Fan
I'm out!
- May 30, 2019
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Some old childhood family friends are coming over in a couple weeks, I haven't seen them in years. My parents invited them round... what the fuck am I supposed to do? How am I going to explain??? * ahem *
"Hello everyone! Your friends, my beloved parents, abused me until I got severe anxiety and depression, that's why I'm a broken NEET wasting away at their place. No, I don't have a job because I'd rather be dead right now, especially now. Yes, I'm grateful they took everything from me and are now offering support. I'm trying so hard but failing as usual. What a suprise!!!!"
I'm going to pretend to be sick that day, lock myself in my room, lie in bed and "sleep", maybe feel a deep, burning embarrassment, and try not to wonder what my parents will say when asked how their son is doing. They're better at lying than me, hopefully they can make a story. Cherry on the cake is all four of their families' children will have jobs now or be in college. Look at me. I don't want to face them, they're going see right through it.
Humiliation. It's like a home to me. Most familiar and truly hated. I'm nauseous and exhausted from these falling feelings, I may just go night-night soon. The roof repair people are coming tomorrow and should be here all week. Could give me some noise to mask the sounds of my suicide.
"Hello everyone! Your friends, my beloved parents, abused me until I got severe anxiety and depression, that's why I'm a broken NEET wasting away at their place. No, I don't have a job because I'd rather be dead right now, especially now. Yes, I'm grateful they took everything from me and are now offering support. I'm trying so hard but failing as usual. What a suprise!!!!"
I'm going to pretend to be sick that day, lock myself in my room, lie in bed and "sleep", maybe feel a deep, burning embarrassment, and try not to wonder what my parents will say when asked how their son is doing. They're better at lying than me, hopefully they can make a story. Cherry on the cake is all four of their families' children will have jobs now or be in college. Look at me. I don't want to face them, they're going see right through it.
Humiliation. It's like a home to me. Most familiar and truly hated. I'm nauseous and exhausted from these falling feelings, I may just go night-night soon. The roof repair people are coming tomorrow and should be here all week. Could give me some noise to mask the sounds of my suicide.