
I wish my family didn’t literally hate me. They just don’t like me, they didn’t even abuse me “out of love” they just were waiting for me to die…
I’m like a rotting, festering wound that someone keeps sticking a Sanrio bandage over…
oh how I love rotting away in bed all day and only getting ul to go to school or eat cause my parents will start shit if i dont
i’m alone in this life. It’s just me and the dead mosquito on my wall and we’re both giving up

attention, i’m making boyrot a thing. it’s basically girlrot but for the sad boys waiting for their lives to change
lol why are you sorry? it doesnt hurt me none. im comfortable and confident in my political beliefs and parenting choices.
it is pretty sad that anon feels that way about feminism though. sometimes i feel it needs a new name