I think I am broken and I will never be fixed. I just thought I should tell someone.
you’re not broken. you’re maybe bent in places. i have some dents and scratches, too. but we’re not broken.
you’re not broken.
On Friday night, I dumped a bottle of pills into my palm and counted to see if it was enough to be fatal. The only reason I’m still here is because it wasn’t. I’m afraid to tell anyone because I think I should be past this already. Does that make sense?
there is not a set amount of time in which one should be ‘past’ anything.
call a hotline. they understand you not being past this. they will help you right now.
866.488.7386
DO NOT TAKE THE FUCKING PILLS I LOVE YOU. ARE YOU LISTENING?
I LOVE YOU.
I know if I ask you where to meet women you’re going to tell me, “the internet”. I have found this impossible. I think you guys should somehow make it possible to connect your followers by the state they live in or something. Is this a terrible idea?
no this is not a terrible idea.
also we have ideas, other ones. riese has so many ideas you could literally fall over dead just trying to implement half of them.
but don’t worry, we are working on things. we really, really want you to get laid / meet other queers. i’m not being sarcastic.
THE FUTURE, IT IS BRIGHT.
best friend 8+yrs, totally platonic.her bf was really nice. now he glares and mumbles at me A LOT. last night we were 80% drunk and therefore extra huggy, he pulled her off me and stated ‘i really want to kill you right know’, now its like AWKWARD. help?
UGH WHAT A DICK.
it’s awkward b/c he’s a dick and she wants to cuddle with you. maybe you should stop being so hot and cuddly. you should probably also punch him right in the fucking throat i mean really WHAT A FUCKING DICK. dominate male monkey motherfucker.
My mom died. I could’ve treated her better than I did. I guess I was a typical teenager. Now I feel guilty and like I should never have kids of my own because I don’t deserve that happiness since I treated her badly. How can I feel better about all this?
i’m sorry your mom died.
i was really really close with my grandmother - she essentially acted as my second mother growing up. i had just turned 21 when she was diagnosed with terminal breast cancer and the guilt i had over how i’d acted towards her as a teenager made me physically sick. it seemed really fucking unfair that she would die before i’d had a chance to be a grown woman and see the world differently - even see her differently; as an equal.
we had a long talk on her back porch the night she told me that she’d opted out of treatment, which i didn’t take well. i apologized for being such a terrible person as a teenager and for a few specific times that i’d been especially selfish and thoughtless. she told me she forgave me, because that’s what teenagers do – they’re selfish. it’s not always a bad thing, it’s just a thing. and she looked me right in the eyes and told me that she forgave me for being a typical teenager, that she knew i’d loved her the entire time.
i think your mother would want you to have all of the happiness you could have. i think that’s why she had you.
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my sexuality is a time bomb waiting to blow my happy, loving, conservative family apart. tell me there’s a way out. well - i know there isn’t, and it’s unfair to ask, but what can i do?
i wish you could rethink this in the following way, if possible:
“my sexuality is part of me. my happy, loving, conservative family has been there for me through [events]. i can only hope and expect that they will continue to be the people they’ve always been, as i continue to be the person i’ve always been, only more honest.”
but maybe it’s not possible. i really don’t know. i know that if it’s not, you’re not alone.
don’t ever think of yourself as a time bomb.