Vent/Rant Thread vs. 2 (POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING)

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Wow. My parents are ruining my break and plotting to ruin my life all because I had weed. Is it normal to think about beating the shit out of your parents? They're terrible parents. I'm so sick of them.
 
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Something always sets me off, every day. My mind always finds something to be pissed, or upset about. I recently bought my father a video game, and it's actually pure shit. It cost me $10, yet for some fucking reason I want to smash every thing in site. Why the fuck am I getting so pissed off over such a meaningless thing? I have no fucking control over anything I feel anymore, and it's making everything feel so fucking pointless.

Like, why am I even writing this? What the fuck is the point of saying any of this? It's not like anything is going to change. The only difference now is people get to read my inner thoughts, which is pointless because nothing comes out of doing so. Anything I say or do is meaningless. Nothing ever changes, so why do I keep trying? I seriously want to fucking die already. I want to get fucked up, I want to numb every single emotion out of my body. I hate myself, I hate life, I hate every thing. I just want to hurry up and die already.

And even in this, I hate myself because of how fucking whiny I am. I complain about anything and everything. But what am I to do, I can't just deal with it anymore, I gotta do something, but I have no idea what that something is, so I just keep going through the motions of life till I figure it out. I never figure it out though, it's all meaningless. So fucking sick of everyone and everything.
 
I feel horrible from vitex tea, withdrawkl, caffeine, life. you name it. I pretty much want to kill a kitten right now but then I would FEEL WORSE AHHH MAKE IT STOP DAMN FUCKKK
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haha such misery. made me laugh.
 
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had a great xmas, then my grandma died

My grandma died very close to Christmas, the day after I think, six years ago.. It was hard seeing my whole family in shock and my mom constantly crying.. I wish I had payed more attention to the situation then, but I was glad she didn't have to suffer anymore, no more carrying around an oxygen tank, no more doctor visits that brought bad news.
 
Im sorry guys. A little girl who lives a mile from me has just lost her battle to a rare brain cancer. Guess why...coz david cameron deemed it too expensive!!

Bastard politicians, ling, fleecing bastards!! I cant get the meds i need for the same reason. Grrrrrs
 
I miss my son. He was born in 1991. He died about three weeks after his birthday in 2011. I didn't want the year to change to a year in which he never lived at all. I do not want it to be 2012. I hate the sight of that year and every fucking year that dares to follow it without him. I know how irrational this is. That's why it is here in the thread where I can just say it without having to defend such a completely futile, useless, stupid irrational stance. I have been trying all night to make it go away. It won't. It hurts. I don't want the world to go on. I don't want all his friends to grow older and change without him. I don't want to say my son died last year. Or two years ago, or ten years ago. He bombed into this world backwards in 1991 and he blasted and sparkled and roared his way through every year including 1/2 of this one. He is still in 2011. He cannot follow me into this next one. I don't want the number to change. I don't want this stupid year. Make it go away.
 
I miss my son.

herbavore, I am truly sorry. I can imagine the way you feel, based on the way you explained it. I cannot imagine actually going through the pain of losing one of my kids. I read your post twice, and I can honestly say that I miss your son, too.

If I could make it stay 2011 for the sake of your heart, I would. I am a mom too, and I know we are not supposed to outlive our kids. <3
 
..... Caleb bombed into this world backwards in 1991 and he blasted and sparkled and roared his way through every year including 1/2 of this one. He is still in 2011......

That's one badass way to have lived.

And you're not leaving him behind, he's still with you. Living memory is a true eternal life; you've given him form on one side, and you're sustaining it still on the other.

Never forget, and he'll live on forever.
 
^ That is a great way to think of it, Ixchellian. I can not even try to imagine losing a child.

My heart goes out to you, Herbavore. :(

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herbavore, I am truly sorry. I can imagine the way you feel, based on the way you explained it. I cannot imagine actually going through the pain of losing one of my kids. I read your post twice, and I can honestly say that I miss your son, too.

If I could make it stay 2011 for the sake of your heart, I would. I am a mom too, and I know we are not supposed to outlive our kids.

^ Me too. <3 We are definietly not supposed to outlive our children. It is not right, and I could not even imagine.
 
I hate my fucking room mate. The other day i trimmed my pubes and put about a good pinch worth of them in my caramel dip for my apples.( what had me pissd in the first place is i kept noticing that there was less and less of the dip in the container, and this is kinda expensive stuff. $5 for a container. I 'double dip' its the only way to get the best stuff). So i stuck the pubes in the dip and sorta mixd it up, and put it back in the fridge. About 4 or so hours later i hear a knock at my doy, my initial response wouldve been 'what the fuck do u want' insted i said what is it, he askd me if i put hair in the caramel dip and i told him it wasnt hair,but pubes from my balls. I then went on and told him that was my caramel dip and he now owes me $5 for eating it without asking, he was in shock, i asked him why did he eat my dip, and i told him how un sanitary it was when he double dipd and i ate after him. He said he wanted some so bad when he saw it. So i told him to give me the $5, and while he was in the kitchen i counted all my food, drinks, and snacks. I even drew a line on the milk. One that was noticeable and one that wasnt. So he couldnt pull a fast one.
I made note of everything in my notebook, so now he knows how serious im about other people takijg/eating my food. Since then we've had no problems.
 
i am really fucked off and i am screaming and crying in pain because of fucking drs!!!!!!


sorry can't reply to any pms at the minute it is bad

will still try and read thougfh
 
herbavore, I am truly sorry. I can imagine the way you feel, based on the way you explained it. I cannot imagine actually going through the pain of losing one of my kids. I read your post twice, and I can honestly say that I miss your son, too.

If I could make it stay 2011 for the sake of your heart, I would. I am a mom too, and I know we are not supposed to outlive our kids. <3



I believe that he is wth you everyday and watching over you with awe and respect of the wonderful advice you are giving on here, he'll be so proud of you
 
I'm an alcoholic and a schizoid personality and I really hate it and I wish I could do right by people and make them happy.
 
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