My Mother Kicked Me Out AGAIN!!!

I'd love to sleep with his dead body until it rots away...

i want a pathetic loser of a boy to worship me like i’m the only person he’s ever seen

This describes me perfectly

i get that you're a middle schooler from a religious background, but I highly recommend for you to research and educate yourself on the topic of abortion from other perspectives, because as someone who personally went through an extremely traumatizing (non consensual) experience which resulted in me needing to get one. I understand how you think that fetuses are living beings deserving of life, but you have no need to try and demonize me for doing something I already feel terrible about. I respect how you can have an opinion different than mine, but the information/messaging you are spreading around is incredibly harmful to a lot of people. I strongly urge you to educate yourself enough to let women make their own choices with their own bodies, and stop sharing harmful things online. You can have any opinion you like, but at the end of the day the post button is optional. With all due respect, save the tree not the apple.

Why not save both? I know it's the easiest option to just kill it, but human life is worth more than that. You don't have to raise it, just don't kill it. Also, getting that abortion didn't fix your trauma, it just added another one.

I did look at the other side, even agreed with some things, but in the end, killing is not the solution.

Also, it's not what they do with their bodies. It's what they do with their bodies AND someone else's. I understand that bodily autonomy is important, but the right to life ( the right to not be killed ) outweights it. You can't do something with your body if it hurts someone else.

My friends are tired of hearing about the sexy terrorist

If I don't post in the next 24 hours it means i'm dead

Vent, tw child and adult emotional abuse and neglect, self harm

I miss when I was a child and I would be left to cry and scream my lungs out and hit myself til I bruise and not be expected to talk about what’s upsetting me because to you it was all silly child things.

You didn’t care about my feelings then, why do you care about them now? So you can use them against me and call me names and disrespect my boundaries even more? I’m not sharing that side of myself with you. So now I cry in short, intense waves that come and go the entire day, and hold my breath so you won’t hear, until my head is pounding and I still don’t feel any relief.