i watched a movie with a friend today. and several shows. there was a girl who was like totally open about being a lesbian. i missed an appointment too and it was kinda sad because i kinda need certain things outside of the house, plus i don't feel too welcome sometimes b/c of someone.
i'm crying right now. someone else just told me something very sad. i deserve to be alone. please don't try to make friends w/me anymore, i can't stand the pains of ppls abandoning me over and over, i'm done.
If ppls are gonna be this nasty then I have no choices left except to report, report, report. So please guys--and other girls don't usually do this to me, I find that telling--if you don't wanna get moderated, please stop trying to strip me of my personhood. You know I'm a girl, stop 'hinting' that you're unsure. You know what I actually wrote, @Vyor, pls stop putting words in my mouth. They don't taste quite as good as you seem to feel sweetie. ^_^
Same goes to a lot of ppls here, I'll name names if the ppls happen to come along and ask? Thank you, you're making social media a hell and you need to stop. Please. I don't come here to harass anyone so I need you and am begging you to pleasey pleasey stop harassing me, 'kay?
sooo now like when a girl like me tries to say that she would prefer better relationships in stories she's demanding that all stories change to suit her airy whims? Like, ppls can say I was misreading them, yet this is a extreme misrepresentation of anything i ever said, which was nothing like this. i never demanded to have stories changed, they're fictional stories ffs and i don't care that much to try to change an entire business. i was only chatting about how i feel things should be if ppls actually care about girls like me having representation in the industry, how is that a crime? and ppls are now aggressively swarming me to try to lock me out of socializing here.
how is that right or fair on anyone? how is that not sexism?
Someone tell these ppls that it's not ok to isolate ppls, please.
Bare your burden upon me young one, thou art nay the first troubled soul whom twas lead astray in the mortal realm that I have encountered. As with those before I will use thine abilities to counsel thee. Before thy ask, aye I do speaketh in this syntax except in certain circumstances.
once there was a young girl who came from a common fam who dreamed of making her unhappy fam finally happy and love their lives. she tried to console them when they were sad, give them hugs if they asked, cook and clean for them. and over years they spent together they hated her. her fam told her that her kind of person did not belong with them, her Mommy never even said 'i love you' while the girl was being forced out violently by guards, she only later wrote that in letters.
the girl was on the streets. she wasn't sure for how long, she only knows that at each kind person's home where she was allowed to stay for performing whatevs services they wanna: household services, counseling their emotional problems, caring for their children from other marriages or their relatives, other things she would prefer not to say... they would eventually decide that she somehow broke the contract, when she actually followed all the rules, they were changing them she felt. still she would leave at least six different communities, three different areas of her country, and when guards would find her they would send her to be taken care of at hospitals where she was kept countless times.
she can't remember how much time she spent doing all these things, she just knows that if she added it up, years of her life would have been committed to being treated, evicted, working in various ways even at the hospitals to do what she thought would make peoples happy.
instead peoples hated her more for not being alone. they told her she should live by herself and not trust friends or let peoples visit her, since she was too slutty and stupid to know how to set boundaries and avoid danger.
ultimately the girl decided that while she was living with her friend who needs her help with her disability, she had to consider the possibility of being removed or having to move by herself where even then being a homeless street girl was a real possibility.
i refuse to post about my actual feelings now. i'm tired of losing friends i love over and over and over and over. i love these people and i'm scared that if i continue to say things then everyone is gonna leave. so from now on i'm not saying anything, i'm not liking posts, anyone who wanna chat with me can come visit me in solitary. i'm sorry everyone and i'm gonna go cry by myself.
like seriously: i can never have a conversation about anything so please don't come at me trying to start discussions, im too stupid airhead slutty girl with like crazy ideas, so please... please... do not come to me unless you have something to chat about and are ready to lead the conversation. i don't wanna say anything period because it's dangerous.
I agree with Fifth Harmony: That's my girl, this is the life, give it up for the kids... so why do I feel like this life is only a temporary thing and is gonna come to an end soon? Mmmm....
Simple fact is when a girl runs out of usefulness to the dude of the house, she gets out. Because unless she's constantly working for him when he doesn't even wanna have her help in more practical ways, just working a conventional job, that's all that matters to him. Like don't you need anything around the house, can't I go do a favor or something for you? No, I got to go to work at Wendy's instead or whatevs and it's complicated and I feel like explaining again would bore ppls so?
Simple thing is that when girls are treated as both too fragile to help and then commanded to help in ways they are not prepared for they're gonna end up in troubles. Like resentment from entitled dudes ending in displacing her permanently. I don't care yay.
i feel like this life is becoming more like a fake soap opera everyday. i feel like my acting is getting better yet nothing is real. ppls aren't real w/me, lovers treat me like trash even tho i like it, it's complicated. like... when u treat a girl like trash all her life and then confusingly expect her to be something more or even more confusingly wanna aggressively force her with police and mental health clinician pressure to return to a past that was only real in ppls' selfish dreams?
i just dunno, does a girl belong anywhere or should she be homeless and wreck herself or get wrecked over and over because girls like that? u've all heard that line from dudes, right?
'girls like to be mistreated a bit, if you talk down to her she'll love you more.'
yes, it works, and a lot more than talking goes down in this 'mistreatment' and no one really cares until after a girl like me is gone. so i don't care about myself either.
please no one flood me w/like concern over being gone today, kay? not that kind of post. i suppose it is a little cry for help tho, therapists are unavailable to discuss my concerns or whatevs~ ah ha. ^_^