u/totallynotaburner92

i should 41

nothing makes me more bitter than pooners with B cups or less. hell i'd even take a C cup. im gonna buy ace bandages

would it be a bad idea for me to hide a vial in an outlet or behind a light switch in a wall? i plan on putting it in a small plastic bag first. the light switch isnt in use but theres still the wires connected and everything. my friend recommended it but im a little concerned

also, do you think hiding a vial in a spot where batteries are supposed to go is good? im thinking of putting my backup vial here, dont wanna put all my vials in the same spot

he was so based. definitely my favorite microceleb besides the late frivolous banter. sub isnt the same without him

was in a server and saw a pre-t 16 year old poon post a selfie. he has dyed hair and piercings and dresses like a woman and still passes. his bio says xey/he. god is cruel

thanks for snapping me out of my pooner helplessness god bless 4tranistan

my (14m) family feels like an absolute trainwreck. my dad has a degenerative disease and hes very old so for my entire life ive just been watching him slowly get worse and worse. his temper is incredibly short. his memory is poor. he can barely even walk anymore. most people only deal with seeing this stuff when they're in their 30s... then my mom is absolutely horrible. shes apparently super traumatized and she centers her entire being around it, lashing out at others and thinking shes always the victim and whenever someone criticizes her, she blows up and cries and blames it on her trauma and says everyone hates her. one time i bought some energy drinks for my friends with my money because i thought it'd be nice, and she threatened to cut my head off because something something "energy drinks will kill you" "you're gonna become a druggie"? i dont remember. i laughed about it but then i told my friends and they looked really upset and i realized it wasnt that funny. i dont think she'd ever injure me besides like a slap across the face but the threats used to scare me when i was a little younger. my brother is nice but he has work and he stays in his room a lot like me, so sometimes i dont see him for a day or more. hes the only one in my family who never yells. im not scared when im around him. but i know im gonna have to lose him too when im older and i move out because he would never approve of me abandoning our parents.

oh, did i mention every one of my family members is racist? violently racist? especially my mom and brother. homophobic, too. its nothing short of upsetting hearing their remarks and full blown conversations on minorities every single day. i know so many people who fall under those categories and its so cruel. cant really argue with them because they dont budge, ever.

i hate my life. i hate my family. i tried killing myself recently and i cant even tell my own family. i skip dinner because i cant handle talking to my parents for 30 minutes. ive been dealing with major depressive disorder completely on my own (aside from some support from friends) and i developed an eating disorder. im trying to get therapy but i dont know how long its gonna take. none of these things are normal and everyones response to you opening up about them is "talk to a trusted adult, like your parents!" but i dont have a trusted adult. not a single one. how sad is that? honestly i dont feel like any of them see me as a person. especially my mom.

last night i had a dream that someone took me in and basically became my new parent. their place was small, much smaller than the large house my family and i live in, but they treated me so well. i remember telling them about my family and crying and they didnt yell at me for crying or blame me, they just comforted me. i nearly cried when i woke up. i force myself not to cry ever because my mom always yells at me when i do and somehow makes it about herself. and cause i think its unmanly. i feel like less of a man than my brother because hes able to suck it up and treat our parents with respect but i can barely even get myself to talk to my mom.

im gonna leave when i turn 18, i know that for a fact. but i cant help but grieve the support i never had. i dont know how to get over that. can i get over that?