_Ash_Cash_

I’m done. I’m actually so fucking done. I’m watching a kid that’s NOT EVEN MINE. Feeding him, wiping his fucking ass, bathing him, IM expected to teach him his letters and numbers, I’m the one having to scold him when he doesn’t listen, and ON TOP of that I have to take care of MY mental health that’s debilitating by the second and it seems like everyday I’m getting closer and closer to relapsing back to my old ways. And I’m just supposed to be ok with this…I’m just supposed to nod my head and do what I’m told. And then there’s her. She’s the one he listens to, the one he doesn’t act up with, the one that just does what she says. And she just loves to stick her nose in what I’m doing and goes and “fixes” everything I’m doing to take care of this kid without me losing my shit. 

Why does she just LOVE to piss me off, like it’s a fucking sport for her. She will call me and tease me with going out to eat or going to the store and then will say “oh but you’re not ready” THEN WHY FUCKING TELL ME. Now IM pissed off bc she’s essentially being like “you didn’t read my mind telepathically so now you can’t go and do this thing you really like” and expects me to be just FUCKING FINE ABOUT IT?? It actually pisses me off so much when she does this, like to the point where I have breakdowns and then when I go off and tell her it pisses me off she’s like “you’re trying to turn this around on me and I’m not gonna let that happen” like OH MY FUCKING GOD you seriously are trying make ME out as some manipulative spoiled brat?? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??

I hate that everyone tells me my legs are the way they are because I stopped being active. When actually I stopped being active BECAUSE my legs started hurting and got all fucked up so I went from running and playing tag, to just doing dance and sports, to just dancing, to nothing. Everyone says I don’t even try and work hard, but my legs wouldn’t even be as bad as they are now if I hadn’t worked as hard as I did…if I hadn’t tried to prove them wrong. My biggest regret is trying to prove them wrong…bc doing that only proved them right in the end. And now I have a constant reminder of my biggest regret torturing me every single day of my life, when it’s cold, when I shower, when I sit, when I use THE FUCKING BATHROOM..I had every passion that I loved stripped away from me and dangled right in front of my face as the haunting words of “Yk if you tried to be active your legs wouldn’t hurt as bad” echo in my ears.

I miss my home..

I forget nobody gives a fuck lol

Kinda wish my mom would get help for my brother instead of telling him to stay with me and for me to “go comfort your baby brother” :/
          Like I just got out of the worst episode of my life and you want ME to play therapist?? He’s got anger issues and lacks emotional regulation skills and you think IM the person he needs to be with?? He needs a therapist and some boundaries not an anxious neurodivergent teen.

Holy shit. What the fuck happened. Well I mean ik what happened but I just…I’ve never had it this bad. I’ve never had so much hate and anger in my heart…I was jealous..envious..I felt like everyone was against me, It felt like my freshman year, locking myself in bathrooms and hiding away from everyone. God but I really think I did it, I ruined everything. I can’t believe I was so fucking stupid, but when I think of what I could’ve done differently I can’t think of another solution…I was DEPRESSED I had no hope for life so..why would I put in the effort? I gave up. And now that I’m back to reality I don’t know what I’m gonna do…

I HATE THEM I FUCKING HATE THEM I HATE ALL OF THEM. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU GO FUCK YOURSELVES I FUCKING HATE YALL

Oh my fucking god can this dude go to fucking school so I can just relax at home IN PEACE. I wanted to shower and cry and scream and let out all these shitty feelings I’ve been feeling and he HAS to stay home, AGAIN. UGHHHH I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE ITTTT and my dad being LAZY as always doesn’t wanna bother waking up my brother and taking him to school. Bc he “doesn’t want to be late for work” when you’ll randomly stay home for no fucking reason. I actually fucking hate it here and I genuinely believe I will not make it through this fucking year.

I wanna be a star. Not a movie star just a star. Something that sits in the night, Something that people have stop and take their time to look at to realize it’s worth. People don’t do it for me here on earth but maybe up there they will. And maybe I’ll be one of those stars that shines the brightest, maybe I’ll be right next to the moon or apart of a beautiful constellation that people will map out and study. Maybe I’ll be that one star that peeps out in someone’s picture or a star that shines through someone’s window. A star isn’t human, it’s just a star. It doesn’t have standards to meet or futures to think of, it’s just a star. But they do have one thing in common with humans…when they get tired and don’t have the strength to shine anymore, they die.