Everything is so fcked up right now. It was already awful, thank you life, but you didn’t have to make it worse.
I was already feeling awful for my loneliness, for the fact that I hate every single thing in my life. Then my mom comes and starts complaining about her life and how much she hates it and she wants to die… WHAT THE FUCK? I had to tell her that I was tired of her complaining, that she was the mother, she was supposed to be the one comforting me, telling me it was all going to be ok, that she doesn’t even realize or notice of how much I’m hurting right now, of how much I hate life, of how much I hate the idea that my birthday is four days away and I really wish I could die before then because I DO NOT WANT to face the fact that I’m 24, supposedly living the best years and happiest years of my life but in fact I’m HATING every single second of my life. And all she could say was “Oh, you always so dramatic about everything”
ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?!?
I’m done of dealing with my problems, I’m done with dealing with her sadness. She’s my mom and I love her, and she’s the best, but I can’t deal with her depression too. I’ve supported her but she doesn’t want to be helped.
And well, that made my parents have a fight and all.
Yes. Everything can always get worse.