The summer blues...

Bernadette, she/her, tired of everything, not a lostwave enthusiast, Nintendo fan, dog person, deceased as of 11/25

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Cake day: November 11th, 2024

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  • Everyone else does between 15 and 19, they have their own houses and cars they bought with their jobs, yet I’m almost 30 and I have nothing. Everyone else is getting married at 23. At 30 I’ll still be trying to move out just like I will be at 50, and 80, and after retiring I’ll still be trying to move out by gambling or grinding online stuff until I die in the house I’ll stuck in. Might as well cut my losses.


  • There are so many people who deserve it more, now why would I block them from receiving help, so I could be an even bigger burdensome waste of resources? Bruh, come on. My mother literally took food from a food bank that she didn’t need, made each family member (except me because I’d escape) do it and take 4 times the amount alotted to each household, to just NOT use. Literally wasting resources that someone in need could use. Why would I do that myself?

    I’m just saying if your life was ruined at the start then it’s ruined forever, either continue living a ruined life or give up.




  • Cutting ties with family and moving out. Every apartment costs at least 20% more than I make monthly, a mortgage is out of the question after losing my credit last year, and working while living with these people is not sustainable. Every roommate is basically family but worse and there’s no way I’m moving out from living with family to live with someone worse than family. Even if I find roommates that aren’t nicotine or marijuana users, they’ll be something worse the minute I’m stuck with them. No one knows how it feels being the only person who doesn’t use that stuff, and being antagonized by groups of people withdrawing from it.








  • No one’s looking at this post so I’ll vent about unrelated stuff

    I’m seriously done with life. I give up entirely. The longer I live the more I need to constantly run and never hide from the puzzle piece. I will perpetually fight to be human in a society that only views me as a puppet controlled by that stupid puzzle piece. All while undoing the damage caused by all the abuse I’ve endured.

    I am completely alone. Everyone else is human, and I’m some other, some gross monster. I should have been born a dog or a dead baby. I was even told by that family’s mother to stop acting like I’m more than autism. I don’t fucking have that stupid shit but I should be reduced to it? That shit is cancer, except on everyone’s perception of you. You’re either human or that shit, never both.

    Nothing will ever change regardless of how much I try. Everyone thinks I should take pride in something I don’t fucking have. Everyone thinks I should victimize myself with experiences that aren’t mine. I will always be wrong, and if everyone agrees that I’m wrong then I’m wrong. Everyone agreed that Donald Trump would make a good president again and that’s why he won.

    I refuse to live as a puppet, and a permanent victim of things I’ve never experienced. I refuse to live. I’m killing myself after resigning from work, and hopefully before black friday where everyone is outside.




  • They’d still manually go shopping instead of ordering online for literally the same price or a literally trivial higher amount. Like imagine going in person to buy toilet paper for one and a half dollars cheaper than buying online. Like bro you spent more than 1.5 USD in GAS or public transit going there bruh!

    I normalized my crazy mother. Seems like everyone isn’t my crazy mother which is a good thing. I don’t wish my childhood on anyone. Imagine having the resources to live a better life and have more experiences, and NEVER getting them, and you’re not allowed to complain. Imagine being the stinky kid, and being unable to NOT be the stinky kid. You know why you’re stinky, but calling out your mother makes you spoiled and entitled.


  • I’m not, it’s just my childhood is so crazy that it seems like a joke. That family suffered so much when they didn’t need to. A relative spent her whole life suffering, and now she died from cancer. The most fun thing she did was play candycrush. That family’s mother is worse than I thought.

    But honestly, it’s so validating that I suffered unnecessarily because of her. I’ve had the family and everyone say that I was the problem. I was the reason why I was a filthy kid who only showered with water. I was the reason why I had no lunch for school or juice at home. I was the reason why I’d come to school sick and spread the illness around.

    They only saw the price tags on my clothes and assumed I chose those clothes. I never liked brand clothes, and if I had the choice, I’d get unbranded stuff and FUCKING BUY BODY WASH AND LUNCH INSTEAD! Like today! Where I NEVER run out of body wash! And I have something to drink all the time now that childhood is over and I CAN WORK! Fuck childhood. Thanks Amazon!



  • Yeah, being spit on and manhandled by adults as a 7 year old kid every other day in “school” does that to you. You’re broke? But your shirt has a man on a horse! You’re rich and spoiled. How could you have ran out of soap months ago when you’re wearing a polo ralphy whatever shirt? Maybe get less Airopostale and buy soap, so easy!

    Yeah, thing is, my mother would spend a couple of grands on stupid ugly brand clothes, while screaming at me to shut up about body wash and juice. It’s “why do you come to school smelling horrendous” AND “why do you think you deserve body wash when there are people who have nothing?”

    Today I wear ZERO brands and I finally get to shower with soap, drink juice, and brush my teeth with toothpaste. Childhood is the worst part of life.