Problems Sux

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by CLB-ANON

by CLB-ANON

(May be upsetting?)

I shout back down to my ignoramus mother "ugh you don't get me or my problems!" I'm an angsty lil beatch. Stomping to my room and slamming the door I thump to my bed wacking out my phone. I turn to a group chat I'd recently been added to, me, Tom-my friend, lianna my girlfriend, and a bunch of people who are friends with them but I don't know. "omg my mum is so annoying, ugh she never understands what I'm saying! Lets fuck on out and get drunk"

A minute later I get a reply but not from any of my known friends.
"sksks Same! My mum is always worrying about me and never let's me leave the house!" huh, I don't know who this is their tag says "livelife_tothefull" but they seem to agree, one of Lianna, or Tom friends I suppose, good choice in friends.

"my mums fine when I leave the house but if I come back stoned I get shouted at and my phone taken away 😛" I type

"are you too young to leave the house? " I ask back

live_life replies "oh no I'm 16 shes just worried ill get sicker or bullied for my hair" they type back

"I get that, once I died my hair BRIGHT green and my mum kept getting phone calls of fights I'd had with other children because of them teasing me for it" I reply

They reply back "waht!! Green hair would look so cool!! I wish I could have long green hair, but I'll never get to do taht 😔" I look at the text and pout just a little

"really? Your mum is overprotective, you should be allowed to dye your hair all you want! When you leave home you could, because then she can't boss you about" I reply

"I can't, I don't think I'll leave home ever 😞" live_life replies

"of course you will, she can't keep you locked away forever" confused I reply to them.

"no she won't trap me here 😅, but I don't think I'll make it to the age of moving out" live_life replies I furrow my eyebrows and tilt my head at the confusing text

"I don't understand? Why won't you make it?" I reply back

live_life replies "I have cancer and I'm dying. I won't be alive for Christmas I'm sure. My mum is too hopeful for me. And I can't dye my hair because I lost it during chemo" it takes me a few seconds to understand and I re-read the text again and again. I feel sorrow and pain, I've been complaining about my mother shouting at me whilst this person is dying and still looking on a slight bright side, still not as pessimistic as me...