If the relationship were the one thing, I'd let it slide. But it's multiple cases of her being two-faced towards me. I am in no way obligated to be nice to her.
I'm not lazy, I have low stamina due to shit genetics, and I only weight 133 pounds. The DMV is an hour away. All my friends are in college and will have busy summers, I don't want to bother them to take me somewhere my parents can take me.
It is a threat, you're threatening to tell my parents shit that would get me kicked out of my home.
It's relevant to the fact that I am not obligated to be nice to you, especially because it continues. Mocking my weight and old videos I posted on YouTube is not "helping" anything.
Becasue you all asked me to come back so that I could get you to not give my parents my one hiding place from them.
Because a lot of my past behaviors and genetics point to it being something that existed prior. Problem is my dad always insisted nothing was wrong with me so I thought it was normal.
Nothing happened because I realize you guys have less empathy than me.
My dad hates being lied to so yeah, I'm getting kicked out.
It's not just that, it's stuff that's been happening for years on end after that.
You don't need a "diagnosis" for being transgender. And misgendering being expected does not make it right. I've said before, people in my area are SCARED of poor people. It's a buncha rich assholes who are SCARED of being NEAR someone who isn't upper middle class at least.
Not having every bit of my life exposed to my parents. Having at least one safe space.
Why would you do that.
It fluctuates a lot because I'm on and off medication, diet, and exercise. I can take a picture of the scale if you want me to, but I just ate so it won't be fully accurate.
Because yours is repeated instances of attacking the same very vulnerable person, and you continue to do it, even a few hours ago.
Kinzie did not report anything because they know how awful that can actually be for a suicidal person. Psych wards are horrible, especially towards trans people.
I'm not getting off Tumblr. These people are my real friends, more real than the girl who laughed as I had a panic attack in the corner of the room of a guy I hardly knew who's house she dragged me too, and then proceeded to drop me off at home at stay with that guy, even though I invited her in the first place.
Yeah, I have a few plans for novels but I scrap them because of nerves.
I haven't had time to write lately, but I used to be popular for my Homestuck fan fiction. Currently I'm trying to write some stuff for Saints Row, mostly, because I'm absolutely in love with my own boss character.
My area is full of assholes. The only group that exists with people that share my interests is full of drama, as in the police have shown up to multiple meetups.
I won't threaten suicide until I'm suicidal.
Why are you using words that are actually extemely harmful and then telling me what to do. Why does the condition of my room effect you. I've done what I need to for the day and I'm taking a break to make sure you guys don't say shit to my parents that will make me lose my home.
I joined because I was scared of college. I struggled a lot in high school with focusing and getting motivated and shit, and college sounded a million times worse. I graduated with a 2.5 gpa (or something like that) and I just. Wasn't ready. I didn't really want to do it and considered backing out multiple times, but my family and some friends bragged about how proud they were of me, something that hasn't happened since 6th grade.
I don't remember what I was supposed to be, but it was the best job a "female" can get, other than nuke, which I was not interested in but did get offered. I was gonna move on to do journalism in the Navy as soon as I could, though.
Why do you guys keep referring to me by my "name" by the way, when you can just tag me? What are you wanting to accomplish by calling me something that clearly upsets me?
