The summer blues...

Bernadette, she/her, tired of everything, not a lostwave enthusiast, Nintendo fan, dog person, deceased as of 11/25

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Cake day: November 11th, 2024

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  • Everyone else does between 15 and 19, they have their own houses and cars they bought with their jobs, yet I’m almost 30 and I have nothing. Everyone else is getting married at 23. At 30 I’ll still be trying to move out just like I will be at 50, and 80, and after retiring I’ll still be trying to move out by gambling or grinding online stuff until I die in the house I’ll stuck in. Might as well cut my losses.


  • There are so many people who deserve it more, now why would I block them from receiving help, so I could be an even bigger burdensome waste of resources? Bruh, come on. My mother literally took food from a food bank that she didn’t need, made each family member (except me because I’d escape) do it and take 4 times the amount alotted to each household, to just NOT use. Literally wasting resources that someone in need could use. Why would I do that myself?

    I’m just saying if your life was ruined at the start then it’s ruined forever, either continue living a ruined life or give up.



  • Cutting ties with family and moving out. Every apartment costs at least 20% more than I make monthly, a mortgage is out of the question after losing my credit last year, and working while living with these people is not sustainable. Every roommate is basically family but worse and there’s no way I’m moving out from living with family to live with someone worse than family. Even if I find roommates that aren’t nicotine or marijuana users, they’ll be something worse the minute I’m stuck with them. No one knows how it feels being the only person who doesn’t use that stuff, and being antagonized by groups of people withdrawing from it.










  • Life. I tried several times to make it better and every time it “gets better” it actually gets worse than it was before. I was misdiagnosed as the blue puzzle piece and even though I literally am not that crap I’m still practically stalked by adult protective service even after changing my name and using a ups store as my “address”. I never tell anyone about the MISdiagnosis because they never believe it was a mistake. Yet a lot of people still infantilize me and talk to me like I’m minutes old. These people would treat a literal preschooler like they’re more mature than me. I can keep running but I can’t hide from that damn puzzle piece. And honestly I’m tired of running. 🥱🔫

    Everyone can like or dislike anything, but that stupid puzzle piece made me like or dislike stuff. No, lostwave is not a “special interest” it’s just a thing I enjoy. I don’t play video games because of that stupid puzzle piece, I play games because they’re FUN. I made games for a hobby, not because that stupid fucking puzzle piece made me like programming. You don’t need to talk to other people about me in front of me like I’m an animal, about why these things “make me so happy”.

    I hate how I’m perpetually too old AND too young for everything. Everything family friendly is age regression, and everything else is “not suitable” for me. Smash Bros and Overwatch were both, a game for little kids, and a game with too much violence. But if I don’t enjoy anything anymore, that stupid puzzle piece is why, and not all the bullshit I got from literally everyone in my life.

    I give up on life because I’m sick and tired of living as a puppet controlled by a disorder I don’t even have. I’m tired of fighting to be human. I’m done.