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2018 my contract was up and i left. i cant keep going. im crying a lot again. my mom told me she wasnt really depressed. she just wanted to get out of her work situation. she wanted us to care. she told me she stopped caring about me when i turned 18 my dad has nothing to say to me. he just feels betrayed. am i even allowed to feel that, too? if i get negative, they start yelling and screaming about me. when they do i have to shut up or get thrown out i havent seen any of my friends in years. i bet they hate me even more. they deserve to hate me. i just faded away
ive spend ages in my little room just crying. i have to stop when they come up here to smoke. they get angry at me. they wont let me be sad because i have a roof over my head. i climb on the roof to smoke myself. i see my neighbours living a life i want.
why cant i just be good enough to do anything |
I'm a fucking loser called Erika, Unemployed, college drop-out, failure of a daughter, unfuckable and have nothing to look forward to. Here I journal my empty days and how I'm wasting my fucking life. I have instruments I don't play, pencils & brushes I don't use, friends I'm scared of talking to and no one to hold. I watch dumb fucking shows and videos. I've sold all my hobbies just to make rent. I barely brush my teeth once a month. I haven't been to a doctor in a decade. I'm scared to go outside and all I do is smoke fucking dope to empty my dumb fucking skull. I fucking hate myself and you should hate me, too. |
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RATGIRL FEMCEL NEET A creative writing project that journals my worst years in a heavily edited form. |