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porca di quella troia mi sveglio alle CINQUE E MEZZA DEL MATTINO TUTTI I GIORNI per andare a scuola solo per arrivare in classe e sedermi a fianco ALLO STESSO MARANZINO da DUE FOTTUTISSIMI ANNI che puzza di marihuana come se la piantasse in giardino perché "eh siccome tu sei brava a scuola e lui ha problemi nello studio LO AIUTI" (NON CI PROVO NEANCHE) e NON MI POSSO SPOSTARE e stare lontana da quest'aborto malfatto che si fa una canna prima di entrare a scuola e un'altra durante la ricreazione perché i prof non vogliono. Crede di fare il figo e se le prepara in classe a fianco a me insieme ai suoi compagni della sua squadretta di maranzini di merda all'ultimo banco e fa puzzare tutta l'aula e soprattutto il mio banco perché sto a fianco GIURO MI PUZZANO PURE LE PENNE E I QUADERNI PORCO CAZZO

Ovviamente arriva a scuola drogato che puzza proprio in modo straordinario e si comporta come un bambino iperattivo di 5 anni facendo le domande senza senso ai prof, salteggiando da un lato all'altro della classe come una rana e nascondendosi dentro l'armadietto per fumare lì dentro. Mi fa le domande sconce perché sono femmina e giustamente mi deve chiedere alle 8 del mattino durante una normalissima lezione di matematica se sono vergine mentre provo a capire formule di merda delle rette che alla fine non mi ricorderò mai per colpa di questo decerebrato. Non è l'unica creatura del genere cioè ci sono 3-4 della mia classe che fanno così tutti i giorni, pare che l'evoluzione o sta cazzo di selezione naturale li abbia dimenticati e lasciati col cervello di uno scimpanzé. Anzi, mi pare anche triste paragonare i poveri scimpanzé a questi fallimenti camminanti, maschilisti, razzisti e pure omofobi che si vantano di avere una mentalità del medioevo. SEMPRE veramente SEMPRE tutti seduti a fianco a me che mi devo fare le prime due ore con un mal di testa assurdo perché solo dal loro odore mi sento drogata pure io. MI VIENE DA VOMITARE! Già l'odore della sigaretta mi fa sboccare questo col mal di testa mi fa veramente venire una nausea pazzesca

VAFFANCULO A TUTTI VOI. BASTA E VI PREGO BASTA ABBIAMO 15-16 ANNI TI SI VEDE PIÙ NATURALE IN BOCCA UN CIUCCIO CHE UNA CANNA.

Lo so che è una dipendenza, lo so che è difficile lasciare ste cose, lo so che gli adolescenti siamo particularmente vulnerabili facciamo lo scienze umane abbiamo studiato le conseguenze di tutto ciò nel cervello ma SE LE DEVI PROPRIO FARE FALLE FUORI SCUOLA, E SOPRATTUTTO PERCHÉ LO DEVO VENIRE A SAPERE IO????

Questo qui e la sua banda di amici praticamente i 3 moschettieri ma versione drogata non sono neanche futuri criminali, sono GIÀ criminali e mi deve venire anche a descrivere i crimini che ha commesso insieme al padre che è stato in carcere per tipo 20 anni. NON VOGLIO SAPERE SE HAI ACCOLTELLATO UN IMMIGRATO, ME LO DICE ANCHE A ME CHE SONO IMMIGRATA PURE IO C'È INCREDIBILE??????

I prof lo notano e non fanno niente e io neanche posso dire un cazzo perché valuto la mia vita dio questo picchia pure le femmine e ha il padre criminale e le 'connessioni' con gente di merda. Non ce la faccio più mi PUZZANO I VESTITI I MIEI GENITORI CREDONO CHE SONO IO A DROGARMI E NON QUESTO E IO NON HO MANCO MAI TOCCATO UNA SIGARETTA ELETTRONICA

(scusate se ci sono errori come ho detto sono immigrata, sono in Italia da 3 anni)

Honestly asking this here is my last straw. I (16F) am bi and have known about it since I was 5-6 years old, but I only got to put a label on it when I was about 12 because I got a phone and was able to look things up. I was raised evangelical, TERRIBLY evangelical, in a traumatizing way, to the point I had to leave the church when I was 14 because it all filled me with so much guilt it took a huge toll on my mental health.

It took literal years and lots of dissapointment to convince my parents, but I finally was able to leave saying I'd lost my faith, not mentioning anything about the actual reason.

It's been 2 years since I left and I only kept contact with one friend (17M) I've known for 5 years. We still chat and hang out from time to time. I consider him a close friend, especially because he is the only one from church who didn't judge me for losing my faith. He knows everything about me except the fact that I'm bi.

It was all alright, until yesterday. I'd always feared coming out to him but I decided I was tired of hiding and tried. He was instantly hostile, I received LONG, truly LONG messages with comments that really hurt me. I'm not going to write them all here, but here's a short paragraph with some fragments of what he responded: "God loves us all but sin is still sin and unfortunately God isn’t okay with you being like this. He talks about it in the Bible. I know I can’t change you or anything but God can. Only if you ask him too. I do accept you but I'm just telling you the truth: it's wrong. Only God can change you. He hears you. He sees you. And he’s blessed you with a good friend like me that’s here trying to help you and give you advice. I'll pray for you, ask yourself 'What would Jesus do?', he'll lead you to the right path and change you. Trust me."

He then also proceeded to bring up a friend of his who was our age that unfortunately died, using it as an argument to say I should change because "we never know what will happen", because "that way I won't to hell if I die right now, and he wouldn't want that for me."

I left him on read. No idea what to do or how to respond. Today I received this message: "still all left on seen wow If you don’t want to answer or talk or anything then it’s fine. Seems like you're still mad cuz you got told the truth."

I'm mad, I feel like I should cut him off but at the same time I do cherish our friendship, I know we're just teens and that he's just repeating what he's been taught, but it still hurts to hear him say this. How do I even approach cutting him off after all these years?? I have no idea how to respond to him.

Hi. Today I (16F) attended a family dinner with my older brother (18M) and my dad (56M). My parents divorced about a year ago and my dad finally moved out five months ago. I see him on the weekends and we've created a special tradition: we go on a family dinner at our local pizza restaurant once a month. Today's dinner was normal at first, the usual small talk and conversations about what we've been up to during the week... until my dad started telling us about some of his coworkers personal affairs: two of his colleges had recently divorced because their wives cheated on them. I didn't mind it at all at first, it's pretty normal for my dad to tell us about his coworkers' personal lives, even if I find it a bit inappropriate sometimes.

The problem started when he said "I don't know what's wrong with women nowadays, all they do is f*ck around with other men, instead of staying home with their children"... I was speechless, especially since I am a woman. It is not the first time my dad makes these types of comments and they really hurt me. He is an incredibly mysogistic man. In the past, he didn't let my mom go out with her friends, was extremely possessive, controlling and even against her having a career, because he firmly believes women should only be house wives. That, in fact, is the main reason why my mom divorced him.

In this case, my brother immediately stepped in and told him that his comment was completely uncalled for: he told him he shouldn't generalize and say half of the world's population is a certain way. My dad got agitated immediately and said we just don't get it because "we're kids", because "he's actually lived in this world and seen it all, and he knows what women are like" (I'm pretty sure he believes my mom cheated as well, which actually did not happen). I felt offended and incredibly upset, so after supporting my brother's arguments with a few comments, I was too fed up with the sitution and yelled "Shut up, you don't know anything about real women!" He got even more agitated and said "You know? When you're 18, I'll have a real talk with you and make you realize who women really are. Or maybe it runs in your blood and you'll find out before because you'll get a boyfriend and you'll end up being a cheater as well! Or better yet, you'll get a girlfriend and she'll cheat on you!" (For context, I am bi and open about it with my family.)

Honestly it was my last straw. I grabbed my phone and left, I didn't even care about the food at all. He tried to run after me, but I yelled again, said he was being an asshole and told him to leave me alone. I ran home even if it was dark, I frankly did not care, but now it's been hours, the guilt's creeping up on me and I've been feeling like I overreacted. Everybody at the restaurant looked at me... my brother's been telling me I did overreact, acted like a dramatic child, and that even if our dad's comments were morally wrong, I should apologize for leaving because he was buying us dinner no matter his financial struggles because of the divorce. I feel guilty, after all, my father's not the affectionate type and he shows love with acts of service (monthly dinners, in this case). I'm scared I've ruined the tradition for us because of my reaction...

Hi. Today I (16F) attended a family dinner with my older brother (18M) and my dad (56M). My parents divorced about a year ago and my dad finally moved out five months ago. I see him on the weekends and we've created a special tradition: we go on a family dinner at our local pizza restaurant once a month. Today's dinner was normal at first, the usual small talk and conversations about what we've been up to during the week... until my dad started telling us about some of his coworkers personal affairs: two of his colleges had recently divorced because their wives cheated on them. I didn't mind it at all at first, it's pretty normal for my dad to tell us about his coworkers' personal lives, even if I find it a bit inappropriate sometimes.

The problem started when he said "I don't know what's wrong with women nowadays, all they do is fuck around with other men, instead of staying home with their children"... I was speechless, especially since I am a woman! It is not the first time my dad makes these types of comments and they really hurt me. He is an incredibly mysogistic man. In the past, he didn't let my mom go out with her friends, was extemely possessive, controlling and even against her having a career, because he firmly believes women should only be house wives. That, in fact, is the main reason why my mom divorced him.

In this case, my brother immediately stepped in and told him that his comment was completely uncalled for: he told him he shouldn't generalize and say half of the world's population is a certain way. My dad got agitated immediately and said we just don't get it because "we're kids", because "he's actually lived in this world and seen it all, and lived, and he knows what women are like" (I'm pretty sure he believes my mom cheated as well, which obviously did not happen in reality). I felt offended and incredibly upset, so after supporting my brother's arguments with a few comments, I was too fed up with the sitution and yelled "Shut up, you don't know anything about real women!" He got even more agitated and said "You know? When you're 18, I'll have a real talk with you and make you realize who women really are. Or maybe it runs in your blood and you'll find out before because you'll get a boyfriend and you'll end up being a cheater as well! Or better yet, you'll get a girlfriend and she'll cheat on you!" (For context, I am bi and open about it with my family.)

Honestly it was my last straw. I grabbed my phone and left, I didn't even care about the food at all. He tried to run after me, but I yelled again, said he was being an asshole and told him to leave me alone. I ran home even if it was dark, I frankly did not care, but now it's been hours, the guilt's creeping up on me and I've been feeling like I am the asshole. Everybody at the restaurant looked at me... my brother's been telling me I overreacted, acted like a dramatic teenage kid, and that even if our dad's comments were morally wrong, I should apologize for leaving because he was buying us dinner no matter his financial struggles because of the divorce. I feel guilty, after all, my father's not the affectionate type and he shows love with acts of service (monthly dinners, in this case). I'm scared I've ruined the tradition for us. I have no idea what to do.