i promise i’m not ignoring the other messages in my inbox, i just don’t want to talk about it publicly anymore (yeah i know, i opened up that channel of communication with the first post) but seriously thank you guys so much for being so caring, you’re all great
Anonymous asked: She called you fat? Wtfff first of all that's not even an insult, second you're tiny?? I'm sorry you're dealing with this. :(
yeah i’ve had body issues for ages so weight-related jabs used to be one of her go-to tactics when she was trying to deliberately wound me. honestly that bothered me the least out of everything (which i guess is actually a good thing? idk)
Anonymous asked: dude you need to get out of there or call the cops or something because that shit is ASSAULT. be safe, girl.
i really do appreciate this but i am/will be okay. her style has always been short violent outbursts rather than sustained physical abuse. i’ll get a snivelly apology in a few hours and that’ll be the end of it. we have a very good relationship now (for the most part) so i know that this was an isolated incident; i just feel hurt and i needed to talk about it and since i don’t have any friends IRL i’m posting shit here. again though, thank you. the fact that anyone is even remotely concerned really does mean a lot to me.
i tried to talk to my mom about earlier and she goes ”whatever, i’m just stressed right now”
like oh okay yeah in that case you’re totally excused, great answer
guess i’ll just go back to picking shards of glass out of my scalp now
Anonymous asked: Stay strong <3 Parents always spew poison like it's nothing. I know it's hard, but you just have to learn to live with it. Although it is unfair, we just have to. It'll be okay :)
i’m alright, it was just upsetting because i haven’t had to live with that sort of thing in years/didn’t think it would ever become an issue again. thank you, though.
my mom and i got into a minor argument and suddenly she threw a glass at me and screamed that i’m fat and useless and that she hates me
please mystery forces of the universe, keep this little head on my shoulders. don’t ever let me start with the more than casual smoke, old birds with stained brown hands and long shakey fingers. repeated sets of bitches and laments. don’t let me outlive clean air and bodies of water. if I ever have kids, may they see snow in winter, and if not babies than a string of sweet dogs will do. that’s basically it.
getting a weirdly strong desire to be friends with some of y’all on facebook