I'd rather kill myself than live in this house for any longer then I need to.
My mom just said, some girls wear revealing clothing to get attention, and when they get raped they blame it on the guy, some people can't control themselves
I had to fucking leave the room. My life is being controlled by such a bitch.
I said to her, "If you're wearing a football jersey then you clearly play football, it means you want me to tackle you at any given moment"
And the mother fucker couldn't even respond, she just kept talking till I got fed up and said, "ok boomer"
You wanna treat me like a child, I'll treat you like a child.
She says that she cries because I won't study or do what she tells me to do, did you ever consider how I feel about it?
For the past 12 years my feelings and needs have been neglected because you want me to do your bidding.
I've cried myself to sleep for years.
Fuck off.
She's made me apply to high schools I don't want to. Until I told her 'no' and took them off the list.
She wants me to go there, well I don't.
This is for me, not you, fucking piece of shit.
At this point, I don't care if she knows I'm gay, depressed, or have wattpad.
She can fucking kill me if she wanted to.
I'm not changing for her, or anyone.
Even with the gay thing.
Your damn race was oppressed, you had no rights, you were killed for fucking existing. And you would think she would have sympathy for a person who is going through the same thing her race went through.
I came out to her then spent a month trying to convince her otherwise. Telling her I was straight, but still sticking to the demi part because she can fuck off.
I told her not to tell anyone else and she went out of her way to tell my grandma and my dad.
I went to the doctor and ended up telling her I attempted killing myself 3 fucking times.
She yelled at me for 2 hours when we got home and then acted like everything was normal.
My fucking dad told me that if I wanted to kill myself then I should.
My mom said, all this generation cares about is mental health and well being, you're too soft.
Then she has the audacity to ask me why I want to move out so quickly?
Yeah, whatever, boomer.
