#family vent

[mischa-leper]

Christmas at my fathers house is terrifying.

Re-listened to Recollection (TMA episode) and Martin talking about the fog and the house really got to me—it’s how I feel about my fathers house, which is my childhood home

[urfavbridgejumper0-0]

[hanjisungsheadphones]

Sometimes it feels like I’m carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, and no matter what I do, it’s never enough. I look at Han from Stray Kids and I see myself. He tries so hard, just like me, always pushing to be perfect, to be the best version of himself for everyone else. But what about for me? It’s like I’m stuck in this loop where I have to be everything for everyone—supportive, cheerful, strong—while my own feelings get pushed deeper and deeper down. I’m good at what I do, I know I have ability, but why can’t I see it? Why is it so easy to cheer others on but impossible to feel proud of myself?

I hate that anxiety keeps me from living, from breathing sometimes. It makes me feel like I’m drowning in expectations, both my own and others'. Han understands that feeling. I see it in him, in his lyrics, in the way he talks about his struggles. He’s got so much talent, so much heart, but still questions himself. And I get that—because I’m the same.

I just wish I could break free from this need to be perfect. I wish I could see what others see in me, the way I see Han’s brilliance. But instead, I’m stuck in this endless cycle of trying, doubting, trying again, never feeling good enough.

I just want to breathe. I just want to be me.

@ghosterain

[genderpotionwitch]

my parents want me to stop taking ubers to/from my girlfriend;s house and to get home from clubs but they don't want me taking the city bus because they think its dangerous so like ??? the fuck am I supposed to do?? I have a fucked up leg and can barely walk between my classes without being in pain, let alone walking 3 miles to get to my school or boyfriend's house

anygays now that I got that out I had a fuckin fire grilled cheese earlier, I made some spicy pesto and dipped the grilled cheese in it

[cats-healing-diary]

I love how my mom is like no we’re a perfectly normal family, but the second she leaves the house no one fights anymore and we all leave our rooms. But yeah sure I’m the problem mom

[morays-lament]

No one will ever understand how lonely I feel without a father

I don't know how to word it, it's like so overwhelmingly silent and numb yet it hurts so much. Like when there's too much air in a balloon and it pops from the pressure inside

I want so badly for a man to look at me and just,,, idk,,, adopt me, I need that comfort, that unconditional fatherly love because I know mine will never give it to me, because I know I'll never receive it from anyone no matter what

I think I'm too old to be someone's little girl

I'm not his little girl

I already have my father and my father has me, somehow we both lost each other

It's not like he isn't trying either, he is making an effort, I just know it's not even worth it in the end because he'll never truly love me for who I am. Right now, he really only tolerates the diluted version of me

whenever I'm upset and want to run to my dad, then I remember and my throat feels like it's gonna explode

My friends have shitty dads, but at least theirs don't try to kill them yk, at least some of them accept their kids as they are, at least theirs weren't weird to them growing up, at least theirs paid attention, at least theirs were fathers

I don't want my friends' dads, I want MY dad, one that's only for me

It's nice to be told by my teachers that I'm like a daughter to them, but in the end I know they don't really mean it

I just want a dad man

[cpunkwitch]

We can't keep living with her I swear to god she might actually end up killing us and this WILL continue

SHES FUCKING SIXTEEN AMD SHE COULD KILL HER 21 Y/O SIBLING JUST BECAUSE WE'RE DISABLED AND WONT BUY HER WEED OR ALCOHOL

this living situation is actively threatening our life and stressing us to the point our body is bordering on shutting down and falling apart for good

I am terrified I'm going to one day fall over and never be able to push myself back up ever.

I can take being over stimulated to the point of panic attacks wherever I go but I can't take my life being at stake around my own family let alone in my own home.

I need out HOLY SHIT

[piercingsandfangs]

My mom is slamming doors and stuff, I've literally just been sat here I even found her stupid eyelash shit she was complaining about losing. Everything I do she gets mad at me for, she keeps scowling at me and sighing, I haven't done anything at all. I'm so sure this woman just hates me atp.

[peach-fiz]

I posted this on Instagram and thought I should put it here too :>

[wanderingmind867]

Me and my dad woke up at 5 am/6 am today. But now it's 9 am, and my grandfather is only now beginning to wake up! We've had to tiptoe around the house, so that we don't wake them up (because i'm afraid of facing confrontation and dealing with them mad at me). But if I ever felt super sedentary before, now I feel even more sedentary. I haven't really read many of my comics downloads, I haven't been able to use the internet much, I haven't watched anything, we've done absolutely nothing! And that's just adding to my hatred of company.

[urfavbridgejumper0-0]

Can’t wait to either cut them off or simply die.

[hanjisungsheadphones]

Lonely st from skz

I’ve been listening to “Lonely St.” and it feels like looking in a mirror. Every lyric, every note—it’s not just music, it’s exactly where I am. I feel the weight of that loneliness, that struggle, and somehow it’s comforting because, in this song, I’m not alone. I hear their voices, and it’s like they’re speaking directly to what I’ve been feeling but couldn’t express. It’s not just about being physically alone, it’s about being surrounded by people and still feeling like no one truly sees me.

I’ve walked that street so many times—mentally and emotionally—just trying to find a way out, a way to feel connected to something or someone. But like in the song, it feels like no matter how far I walk, the end is never in sight. There’s this deep exhaustion, like I’ve been fighting for so long to be understood, to break free from the emptiness, but instead, I keep getting pulled back into it.

What makes the connection even stronger is that it’s not just about sadness; it’s the fight in the sadness. It’s like, yeah, I’m lonely, but I’m still here. I’m still walking that street. And knowing that Stray Kids put those feelings into words, into music, makes me feel seen in a way I haven’t been in a long time. It’s like they’re walking with me on this road, even if it feels endless, even if it hurts. That’s what keeps me listening—it’s not just about loneliness, it’s about the connection in the loneliness.

[fav-444]

i literally hate eating around my mom

like yeah, cringe of me sorry

[cats-healing-diary]

I wish I could get my childhood back, yes I can heal my inner child but i'll never get to experience BEING a child. I started s3lfharming when I was 11, I was a child I should've played in the sand an have fun. I don't remember what pain I must've felt to start hurting my body, to make myself bleed. I'll never get be a child again and because I'm so depressed right now I think I'll miss out on being a teenager to, every time I do stereotypicall teenager things like drinking or smoking I'm not doing it for fun, but to shrink the pain and fill the void. I can't change anything it makes me feel so powerless.

[theflatpancakes]

Thinking abt the fact that my brother and stepbrother get to grow up with a dad in their lives every day and not having to wait months or even years to see him again while being raised by their emotionally unstable mother and moving across the country several times because of said dad's job and also moving schools every year (or more) until fourth grade therefore losing contact with friends and never seeing them again all while having to adjust to a new school over and over and over all while being "the weird kid"

[fuckheshot]

“I truly am my parent’s child.”

Family Line; Conan Gray