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Ive never felt "home"

Ive never felt truly wanted or cared for.

Im too old ro know so little.

I grew up so poor and so neglected and i was never talked to or taught anything.

I do not feel like a real person.

I do not see a good reason to try and stay alive when i will never feel safe or not feel pain.

No one believes me.

No one cares.

Im ashamed and embarassed to even try to find a corner of the internet to cry on.

Im so useless. Everything hurts. I cant breathe. I never get sleep. I never feel peace. I never eat. I have very few functional teeth. I desperately need many surgeries and ex rays but have no income and no money. No bank account. No car. No license. No diploma. No friends. No family. No good memories of hope.

Just trauma after trauma after trauma after trauma

And literally no one has ever cared.

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Yarr

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Why do these read like patch notes

Babies no longer matter in 2020

New charachters get forked!

So basically the people who need it..

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Cheese slice

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just remember, “poverty” is a social construct. when the economy collapses, the farms don’t disappear. goods don’t vanish from the stores. poverty is created through exclusion. it is violence. so when you see articles about how the pandemic could “plunge billions into poverty,” please remember that it’s not the virus that’s creating poverty.

if i have a warehouse stored full of grain, and a drought wipes out your crops, it’s not the climate that’s making you starve, it’s me with my refusal to share my stockpile.

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quite literally THIS is what decadence means

(via)

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All my old art reminds me of trauma and bad times. I have to dig to find a pure fond memory. I want to keep old art but also burn it from my memory forever. I also cannot draw so well as i used to. I lost so much ability..

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How does human conversation work again im lost

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The shit just never ends huh

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it’s also fucked up that fat people literally fear going to the doctor for anything because they know the first thing out of their dr’s mouth no matter what their ailment is, is gonna be “lose weight lol” broken leg? lose weight. rash? lose weight. whooping cough? lose weight binch!!!!! like we get it. but can you just write my prescription you bitch so i can go eat a salad and not call you again until im about to die of the plague????

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Life hack for finding good books~

me, begging, tears in my eyes: please. please just tell me what the book is about. the plot. please

a book annotation on the cover, unfazed: A Subversive Masterpiece. A Deep And Touching Story. The New York Times Bestseller. Go Fuck Yourself

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“the entire economy is now depending on people they say shouldn’t make $15 an hour” - @JohnHenryStyle Craig Oldham (poster)

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Sometimes you just need to stand on a rock and howl. 

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If you and your partner practice frequent, non-sexual consent, your relationship will be healthier and easier.

“Are you comfortable with me ranting about my day for a few minutes?”

“Oh, this is your poetry? Would it be okay if I read it?”

“Do you mind if I use your phone for a few minutes?”

“Wow, your meal looks awesome. Could I try some?”

It will save a lot of grief, especially in a developing relationship. Eventually, with consistent “yes’s” and “no’s” you can figure out more permanent boundaries and guidelines.

“I need to ask before ranting about my day or taking their food, but my partner is okay with me using their phone whenever. However, my partner does not like me reading their poetry unless they offer first.”