Yeah, my marriage ended with my ex torturing me for about three days give or take, and then calling the police to have me removed from the house I paid the bills on. The police then lied about what happened and there is no police report. I essentially don’t have rights as a human being - if a cis person rapes or physically assaults me, they will face no consequences. Kinda done with all forms of relationships.
I’m not going to find anyone in this red state. If my ex hadn’t also managed to max out my credit cards before kicking me out, I would be able to escape. I will never get out, I will never experience love or compassion again, I exist as a ball of misery that screams at people to try to prevent anyone from going through the torture I have experienced. I do not exist as a human being that is capable of receiving love, I am an object of anger that attempts to point myself like a gun at the people who hurt others to give my sad and miserable life meaning and purpose.
Seeking out mental health services six months ago got me physically assaulted and cost me a job, so I have PTSD from my ex husband torturing me, the child rape facility I was sent to as a teenager also torturing me, and the hospital I was sent to as an adult for daring to ask for help beating the shit out of me and calling me “fucking retarded!” I wish I could die, but instead of death I’ll just keep yelling at people so hopefully no one else will get to spend their nights slowly drinking themselves to death to make their brain not feel like it’s on fire.
My license just expired and I can’t afford to renew. Booze for now ❤️
Cannabis won’t kill me, and I’m trying to die in a way that won’t get me imprisoned in a torture facility that will cost me thousands of dollars again. Slow death so I can yell at people.
Yeah, my marriage ended with my ex torturing me for about three days give or take, and then calling the police to have me removed from the house I paid the bills on. The police then lied about what happened and there is no police report. I essentially don’t have rights as a human being - if a cis person rapes or physically assaults me, they will face no consequences. Kinda done with all forms of relationships.
Why torture yourself, then?
There are good people out there, I’d like to think I’m one, or trying at least. So there is already at least one good person out there.
Don’t let a few assholes ruin your life. there are boat loads of like-minded people out there for you, find them
I’m not going to find anyone in this red state. If my ex hadn’t also managed to max out my credit cards before kicking me out, I would be able to escape. I will never get out, I will never experience love or compassion again, I exist as a ball of misery that screams at people to try to prevent anyone from going through the torture I have experienced. I do not exist as a human being that is capable of receiving love, I am an object of anger that attempts to point myself like a gun at the people who hurt others to give my sad and miserable life meaning and purpose.
#murrca
Such a wonderful place!
Seeking out mental health services six months ago got me physically assaulted and cost me a job, so I have PTSD from my ex husband torturing me, the child rape facility I was sent to as a teenager also torturing me, and the hospital I was sent to as an adult for daring to ask for help beating the shit out of me and calling me “fucking retarded!” I wish I could die, but instead of death I’ll just keep yelling at people so hopefully no one else will get to spend their nights slowly drinking themselves to death to make their brain not feel like it’s on fire.
Hey. Cannabis not alcohol. Better for that.
My license just expired and I can’t afford to renew. Booze for now ❤️
Cannabis won’t kill me, and I’m trying to die in a way that won’t get me imprisoned in a torture facility that will cost me thousands of dollars again. Slow death so I can yell at people.