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ive mother fucking had it. with everything. i cant take it anymore.
my parents are constantly fighting. i always get screamed at by my dad bc we dont get along. "children should be seen and not heard" fuck you. we live in the 21st century moron. this weekend was ceaseless fighting from friday night after the game iuntil sunday night. bascically...im an awful kid. everything is my fault. everything. im sick again with MOTHER FUCKING BRONCHITIS for the 3rd FUCKING TIME in 2 months. my chest muscles are permenantly sprained. i can barely sit up straight without pain. my lungs hurt. i cant breath. my face is always burning from coughing. my jaw hurts. headaches. and yet its my fault. normally i would suck it up and stop whining but everyone has their line to cross, and im over it. i was getting better. i went out to dinner with friends after the game. obviously im going to hell. it had been 2 fucking weeks. but no, im back at sqaure fucking one. i physically cant do this anymore. i just want to lie still and not move anymore. im sick of smiling when inside im throbbing. everything is fucked up. parents, friends, sports. certain people i thought were my friends cant even respect me enough to fucking talk to me when obviously theres some miscommunication. just so you know...i didnt substitute you for another group of friends. i am not close with my previous friends at all. we talk still...and im better with some more than others, but how could u possibly think that lowly of me? to think that id drop you? im sorry but the more i think about it, that seriously offends me. i havent been around lately bc yes, the easy excuse is that i have in fact been busy. but i dont fucking understand why to "hang out" is to hang out alone. im responsible for people. im trying to juggle school. im trying to appease my parents. im trying to get better which obviously ISNT FUCKING WORKING. i dont know anymore. clearly any way i swing this, it will become my fault. im so angry i cant even finish my potentially decent satire.
fuck everyone.
my parents are constantly fighting. i always get screamed at by my dad bc we dont get along. "children should be seen and not heard" fuck you. we live in the 21st century moron. this weekend was ceaseless fighting from friday night after the game iuntil sunday night. bascically...im an awful kid. everything is my fault. everything. im sick again with MOTHER FUCKING BRONCHITIS for the 3rd FUCKING TIME in 2 months. my chest muscles are permenantly sprained. i can barely sit up straight without pain. my lungs hurt. i cant breath. my face is always burning from coughing. my jaw hurts. headaches. and yet its my fault. normally i would suck it up and stop whining but everyone has their line to cross, and im over it. i was getting better. i went out to dinner with friends after the game. obviously im going to hell. it had been 2 fucking weeks. but no, im back at sqaure fucking one. i physically cant do this anymore. i just want to lie still and not move anymore. im sick of smiling when inside im throbbing. everything is fucked up. parents, friends, sports. certain people i thought were my friends cant even respect me enough to fucking talk to me when obviously theres some miscommunication. just so you know...i didnt substitute you for another group of friends. i am not close with my previous friends at all. we talk still...and im better with some more than others, but how could u possibly think that lowly of me? to think that id drop you? im sorry but the more i think about it, that seriously offends me. i havent been around lately bc yes, the easy excuse is that i have in fact been busy. but i dont fucking understand why to "hang out" is to hang out alone. im responsible for people. im trying to juggle school. im trying to appease my parents. im trying to get better which obviously ISNT FUCKING WORKING. i dont know anymore. clearly any way i swing this, it will become my fault. im so angry i cant even finish my potentially decent satire.
fuck everyone.