turbomightbegone
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- Nov 13, 2023
- 198
i hate it if ucking hate it holy fucking SHIT
i hate being an indecisive piece of shit
drowning in my own bed day after day after day after day yet i still can't decide if I'll commit suicide before my mother manages to throw me out onto the streets with no support
it's every other day with this fucking woman
"I'll throw you out on the street"
"I'll get the police to drag you out"
"I'll call for help"
acting like the victim after you doomed my lifespan
im a grownass woman with the mentality of a fucking teenager while you're a shrivelled old bag that switches between treating me like a disobedient toddler and emotionally abusing me be so fucking fr
i wish I wasn't so mentally fucked so that I can actually get a job and leave your bitchass to ROT
I don't feel any guilt for "abusing" you as a child, like you and the rest of this fucking family claims. the only thing that can come close to pity for you is for me to feel just a bit morally wrong
my friend is right. I had every fucking right to defend myself against you. you and your fuckass sister literally used to threaten me having the whole family to get in a circle and beat me up until I fell unconscious. I was 11 and only got diagnosed with autism the year before you sick FUCK
you claim to wanting to change but still defend your family members after years of abuse
remember when your older daughter used to smash plates and give me bruises? or when your darling sister tried barging down my door to kill me with a knife? remember when YOU started forcing me to work nonstop on art to the point where it became unenjoyable?
remember when you blamed me for not being able to complete my GCSEs after YOU pulled me out of school.? yknow. after years of getting bullied and coming to you about it?
you still go on about that school today. using it as a fucking excuse
"you're not being bullied anymore" fuck off
I may have hated school but im like 90% sure that being trapped with you for several years and watching my own mental state devolve to the point where I can't stand any social or human interaction is worse
now im stuck between getting the courage to kms or dying on the streets after you throw me out
you KNOW I won't be able to get a job you KNOW this you KNOW I can't see people anymore
you talk about not wanting to die alone but you drive the few people in your life far away
even your dearest oldest daughter that you always adored for being able to live a life. ever since she's had that fuckass ugly baby you've been complaining about her not spending time with you
you crave attention from me but you treat me like a chained puppy I can't fucking stand it
disgusting old bag trying to remove and sniff my underwear while im asleep
I know you fucking do it I wake up sometimes to see you trying to do so
are you this fucking desperate
I not only have to deal with actively rotting away and doing nothing with my life but have to deal with your disgusting behaviour and the chance that you might be devolving into fucking emotional incest
I love the fact that im starting to forgetting your face but something deep down finds some sort of childish comfort in it and it disgusts me
you filthy piece of shit
why do you even bother with the mental health shit. you're gonna let me rot in the streets anyway what's the fucking point
I don't think I want to die but I NEED to die
you're lucky im such a coward otherwise I would've done it ages ago
im not giving you the fucking satisfaction of watching me decompose out in the cold
you can go die cold and alone in the dark for all I fucking care
you don't deserve to have the attention and comfort you so desperately seek out of everyone
god i just want to die in my sleep already i hate si and pain
can my body just collapse so that my fuckass mother can find me rotting into my mattress while the flies buzz around my filthy remains
I want my corpse to scar her forever
i hate being an indecisive piece of shit
drowning in my own bed day after day after day after day yet i still can't decide if I'll commit suicide before my mother manages to throw me out onto the streets with no support
it's every other day with this fucking woman
"I'll throw you out on the street"
"I'll get the police to drag you out"
"I'll call for help"
acting like the victim after you doomed my lifespan
im a grownass woman with the mentality of a fucking teenager while you're a shrivelled old bag that switches between treating me like a disobedient toddler and emotionally abusing me be so fucking fr
i wish I wasn't so mentally fucked so that I can actually get a job and leave your bitchass to ROT
I don't feel any guilt for "abusing" you as a child, like you and the rest of this fucking family claims. the only thing that can come close to pity for you is for me to feel just a bit morally wrong
my friend is right. I had every fucking right to defend myself against you. you and your fuckass sister literally used to threaten me having the whole family to get in a circle and beat me up until I fell unconscious. I was 11 and only got diagnosed with autism the year before you sick FUCK
you claim to wanting to change but still defend your family members after years of abuse
remember when your older daughter used to smash plates and give me bruises? or when your darling sister tried barging down my door to kill me with a knife? remember when YOU started forcing me to work nonstop on art to the point where it became unenjoyable?
remember when you blamed me for not being able to complete my GCSEs after YOU pulled me out of school.? yknow. after years of getting bullied and coming to you about it?
you still go on about that school today. using it as a fucking excuse
"you're not being bullied anymore" fuck off
I may have hated school but im like 90% sure that being trapped with you for several years and watching my own mental state devolve to the point where I can't stand any social or human interaction is worse
now im stuck between getting the courage to kms or dying on the streets after you throw me out
you KNOW I won't be able to get a job you KNOW this you KNOW I can't see people anymore
you talk about not wanting to die alone but you drive the few people in your life far away
even your dearest oldest daughter that you always adored for being able to live a life. ever since she's had that fuckass ugly baby you've been complaining about her not spending time with you
you crave attention from me but you treat me like a chained puppy I can't fucking stand it
disgusting old bag trying to remove and sniff my underwear while im asleep
I know you fucking do it I wake up sometimes to see you trying to do so
are you this fucking desperate
I not only have to deal with actively rotting away and doing nothing with my life but have to deal with your disgusting behaviour and the chance that you might be devolving into fucking emotional incest
I love the fact that im starting to forgetting your face but something deep down finds some sort of childish comfort in it and it disgusts me
you filthy piece of shit
why do you even bother with the mental health shit. you're gonna let me rot in the streets anyway what's the fucking point
I don't think I want to die but I NEED to die
you're lucky im such a coward otherwise I would've done it ages ago
im not giving you the fucking satisfaction of watching me decompose out in the cold
you can go die cold and alone in the dark for all I fucking care
you don't deserve to have the attention and comfort you so desperately seek out of everyone
god i just want to die in my sleep already i hate si and pain
can my body just collapse so that my fuckass mother can find me rotting into my mattress while the flies buzz around my filthy remains
I want my corpse to scar her forever
