I’m at wits end. I don’t deserve anything. I don’t deserve happiness. I don’t deserve a job I can live off of. I don’t deserve a place to live. I don’t deserve love. I don’t deserve anything apparently. I try so hard, but I’m worthless, useless, ugly, no one would ever want me. I know I shouldn’t do this but I want to prove that I’m right, and show you just what an ugly, hideous, wretched monster I am. I’m not mad at the person I love. I’m mad at the universe or any higher power that made me this way. Why make me dream […]
Sad that I have nowhere else to vent, because no one listens to me. Hell, I hardly get a response here.
Anyway, I told a little white lie to get out of work early yesterday and hang out with the dreamboat that will never be mine. But I guess I’m lucky I can get to take out a guy like that even if it’s not exactly a date and he’ll never see me that way. -sigh- But it has its perks. I get to be out with a gorgeous guy and he gets to “feel spoiled for once.” It’s nice that we can talk openly at […]
I know I posted earlier, and I am afraid it IS coming very soon. But I just have to get it off my chest.
I don’t deserve to work my ass off on 8-10 hour days for 3 hours of pay just to come “home” to a place I have to leave in a week, with nowhere to go after the next week, with my jobs on the line at risk of losing all income, just to cry all god damn evening until I finally pass out for the night.
I deserve a full time job that I can live off of.
I deserve a place to live.
I […]
I have a long weekend coming up since my work is closed Friday. My best friend suddenly isn’t talking to me and the guy I like and have done everything for and spent a ton of money on tells me he’s about to lose everything and be locked up again on the account of being homeless and doesn’t want to see me so fuck everyone for being fake, fuck everyone for not caring about me, fuck everyone my life doesn’t matter to, fuck this world and every last person in it. I’m fucking DONE!
Everyone knows I’m going to kill myself. Everyone knows why. What do they all do? Ignore me. I don’t matter one damn to any of my so called friends or my many bosses at two jobs that have been falsely praising me and blowing smoke up my ass for the past year. You should’ve seen the look on her face (one of my supervisors). Total “fuck you, go die”. Don’t cry about trans suicide when I’m dead, then!
My job is going under, so I’m out of a job. I’m homeless already and can’t pay to stay anywhere now. I’m disabled too but they say I’m perfectly fine so that I can’t so much as get a disabled bus pass. I have been promised full time with benefits for the last 8 months and now they are going out of business. And my love is begging for a place to stay too, and I had hoped so much to be able to get my own place so he could stay with me. I know he’ll never be mine and now what can I […]
I don’t mean shit in this world. Being trans is only for the skinny and straight ones who will quickly change and pass and be accepted by women. Someone fat and ugly like me will always be judged by what’s on the outside and never have a chance in hell at love with a man. It’s useless for me to be so fat and ugly that no man will give me a chance. Transition or passing won’t change anything because only straight men are into my kind of music and the things I like. I’ve never had a chance in hell being born female and […]
If only I had a gun, I could have pulled the trigger already. That’s how much it hurts to know I can never be loved and will never get to hold or kiss someone who has ahold of my heart. I want to die now.
I truly do want to die. I feel bad for thinking it but I wonder since I reconnected with my mom if she would want to die too. She has more resources and could probably get ahold of a gun. I’m almost certain her religious beliefs keep her from any thoughts of suicide and she would never touch a gun either. I only thought of how she has nothing left the same as I have no reason to live. I can’t take the agony of being alone and never knowing what it’s like to hold someone I love. The man I love is still complaining […]
So at work yesterday just before I left for my other job, my mom tries to reach me after not speaking for over a year since her mom (my grandmother) passed away. Ultimately she said she had been afraid to tell me sooner, was sorry for her mistakes, and doesn’t believe anymore that I stole anything. Her husband (not my dad btw) passed away suddenly last fall and her last dog has been sick for a year and will be put down today. I feel bad for her and she feels bad for what I’ve been through too. I also braved it and asked the […]
I’ve been too depressed to do any research on how to best kill my fat and half way crippled self. I can’t even make friends because people somehow have the idea that my life is a privileged bowl of cherries when I’ve never had shit, have been homeless off and on chronically for my entire life, exactly what the hell is being given to me? Not a damn thing. But anyway, that really pissed me off. Way to keep pushing me over the edge! I’m starting to think my generation is the worst, full of the most superficial dickheads who are all still single and […]
I’m not a human being to anyone. All my friends are fake and liars, full of shit, false hopes and false promises.
The guy I had fallen for bitches endlessly about how alone he is, how bad he wants someone, and how he needs to be loved bit ignores me like I don’t exist. No response means that I don’t matter and I don’t count for shit. As I never have in life.
Even people here are wrong and full of it. My only replies are on what women want and how to get a woman when I have said I am not interested in women! I […]
I know I’m fat and ugly but why can’t he just hang out with me and get to know me? He complains about being alone when he knows I’m totally there for him. Again I’m almost 40 and I’m sick of this shit. I really want out.
I’m pushing 40 and have never gotten to just hold someone, or had a real romantic relationship. I’m too ugly and disfigured for anyone to get close to. I’ve f–cking had it.
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