It seems like every time something good happens to my girlfriend, here come her shitstain excuses for parents to ruin literally EVERYthing! Every time she goes home for the weekend it's the same shit: they belittle and insult her. So I have a question for you all, and this is something that I want to know. "Does a parent, under ANY circumstances, have the right to insult or abuse their child physically/emotionally in any shape or form?"
And for any of you naysayers who think I'm making this up, here is a suicide note that she left on her tumblr page earlier tonight. Do not worry, thankfully I stopped her this time. It is quite lengthy, but it needs to be read.
I love my parents, but everytime I visit them, they make me feel useless, ugly, the fact that they called me ugly proves that point, won’t let me be me, I feel restricted here. I feel sad here. and I don’t learn my lessons cause I do end up missing them, just not their insults cause tho I could easily just brush it off, it cuts deep because of who it comes from. everytime I’m here, I just want to do die—no not get out of here, but die. because they remind me of every reason to hate myself this much to the point of not wanting to exist. I can’t stress out in front of them cause “oh no, you have no reason to stress. grow up already, you’re in art school, it’s not that hard” and I can’t let out any tears in front of them cause “oh no here she goes again, being a whiny baby”. and if I’m happy “start acting your age”. no matter what I do, I can’t be myself. and when I’m quiet around them, “why don’t you open up to us?” I was gonna dye my hair and boy oh boy was I excited for that. but that’d only make me look even more pathetic and childish and ugly. I used to be skinny and they said I used to look so good. but I guess my weight caught up and now I’m a fat lard–well at least that’s what they call me. oh, and the minute they got to my apartment, they started taking over and cleaning up and then when throwing things away. hey, it’s my apartment, …well was. it doesn’t really belong to me. they pay for it and so does my boyfriend so it belongs to them. so as of right now, officially, I don’t exactly have a home. and that makes me feel so guilty so I might just live with them for now on. they also told me how unlovable I am and that anybody who says so is fucking lying—you know who you are you liars. gosh, every reason to kill myself all in one place. I really just want to so badly. there is absolutely no reason to love myself. a noose seems nice, or I can easily stab myself. but I think I might just over dose in my pills. they’re perfect for killing myself. uggh, they also remind me of how much I could’ve died back then when I was a small baby. and yeah, I get it, I should’ve been dead. I kinda wanna stop of the fact that I’m not even suppose to exist. oh, and get this, my dream of being a graphci designer/illustrator!! yeah, that ain’t gonna happen!! how embarassing that was announcing it to a teacher and in front of third year’s class!! I must’ve looked ridiculous. me? following my dream? yeah right. I have no skills. might as well drop out. also, a friendly reminder that I will be alone and homeless by the time I do graduate if I graduate. and I’ll be alone either this year or next year, so I don’t get why I should bother anybody…literally. I’m so bothersome!! fuck it, I’m gonna end up killing myself. farewell to everybody and hope you have a great life."
Believe me now? Good. Now as for that question I alluded to earlier; "Does a parent, under ANY circumstances, have the right to insult or abuse their child physically/emotionally in any shape or form?"
I Just...Don't Know Anymore
And for any of you naysayers who think I'm making this up, here is a suicide note that she left on her tumblr page earlier tonight. Do not worry, thankfully I stopped her this time. It is quite lengthy, but it needs to be read.
I love my parents, but everytime I visit them, they make me feel useless, ugly, the fact that they called me ugly proves that point, won’t let me be me, I feel restricted here. I feel sad here. and I don’t learn my lessons cause I do end up missing them, just not their insults cause tho I could easily just brush it off, it cuts deep because of who it comes from. everytime I’m here, I just want to do die—no not get out of here, but die. because they remind me of every reason to hate myself this much to the point of not wanting to exist. I can’t stress out in front of them cause “oh no, you have no reason to stress. grow up already, you’re in art school, it’s not that hard” and I can’t let out any tears in front of them cause “oh no here she goes again, being a whiny baby”. and if I’m happy “start acting your age”. no matter what I do, I can’t be myself. and when I’m quiet around them, “why don’t you open up to us?” I was gonna dye my hair and boy oh boy was I excited for that. but that’d only make me look even more pathetic and childish and ugly. I used to be skinny and they said I used to look so good. but I guess my weight caught up and now I’m a fat lard–well at least that’s what they call me. oh, and the minute they got to my apartment, they started taking over and cleaning up and then when throwing things away. hey, it’s my apartment, …well was. it doesn’t really belong to me. they pay for it and so does my boyfriend so it belongs to them. so as of right now, officially, I don’t exactly have a home. and that makes me feel so guilty so I might just live with them for now on. they also told me how unlovable I am and that anybody who says so is fucking lying—you know who you are you liars. gosh, every reason to kill myself all in one place. I really just want to so badly. there is absolutely no reason to love myself. a noose seems nice, or I can easily stab myself. but I think I might just over dose in my pills. they’re perfect for killing myself. uggh, they also remind me of how much I could’ve died back then when I was a small baby. and yeah, I get it, I should’ve been dead. I kinda wanna stop of the fact that I’m not even suppose to exist. oh, and get this, my dream of being a graphci designer/illustrator!! yeah, that ain’t gonna happen!! how embarassing that was announcing it to a teacher and in front of third year’s class!! I must’ve looked ridiculous. me? following my dream? yeah right. I have no skills. might as well drop out. also, a friendly reminder that I will be alone and homeless by the time I do graduate if I graduate. and I’ll be alone either this year or next year, so I don’t get why I should bother anybody…literally. I’m so bothersome!! fuck it, I’m gonna end up killing myself. farewell to everybody and hope you have a great life."
Believe me now? Good. Now as for that question I alluded to earlier; "Does a parent, under ANY circumstances, have the right to insult or abuse their child physically/emotionally in any shape or form?"
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