My parents again yelled at me and called me an idiot and all that. It is hard to keep on going sometimes... *sigh* it's life, just have to wait for another chance at fleeting happyness.
I am truly sorry to hear about that, have you tried just talking with them about this? If so and they still are treating you this way, then maybe it's time to think about moving out. I mean if all they are doing is making you feel like garbage, then you should probably consider it. Again, I'm sorry, It really does sadden me that your parents would yell at you for no reason. I hope you can find a reason to keep going Loupy, there's always something out there to look forward to.
I am truly sorry to hear about that, have you tried just talking with them about this? If so and the
I need a nice big plushy. not had one in years since rl mate passed away, and my "moving" relied on shoving everything I could into a few rubbermade bins to stuff under the bus
I need a nice big plushy. not had one in years since rl mate passed away, and my "moving" relied on
You stay safe, sweetie, remember that we love you, dear, and keep carrying on, I wish I could give you a home and life all your own, you deserve so much better
You stay safe, sweetie, remember that we love you, dear, and keep carrying on, I wish I could give y
Half of all of your journals going back to 2005 have had the theme of "I'm not happy living with my parents", and when anyone tells you to move out, you say "such is life". Ok, fine, if this really is the way you expect life to be, then stop complaining about it, but if you want any sort of sympathy, pick yourself up and do something about it. All of these years that you have stayed with them of your own choosing shows that you believe that it was fine and acceptable that your father beat you until he broke your arm and that it is fine and acceptable that your mother defended him and pretended it didn't happen.
Half of all of your journals going back to 2005 have had the theme of "I'm not happy living with my
I do something about. I've applied for social housing and do all I can to get a steady job, but without those, there is no moving out. I can't afford social housing without a steady job (you need three months of minimum wage as first payment for any housing) and I don't think moving in my car will be healthier than where I am now. And it's actually quite likely I'll be on the streets sometimes next year when my mother retires. I have really limited options and I'm pursuing them. My journals aren't about getting pity, they are about getting a sign that I should not take my life to end it. So yes, I know, they are pretty repetitive on that point. Hence why there is a [rant] in the title so people who don't feel hearing that don't read it. I'm sorry for that.
I do something about. I've applied for social housing and do all I can to get a steady job, but with
