Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 2

hey guys, so I've been thinking about this whole "calming brain breaks" thing lately, and let me tell you, it's a freakin' game-changer! I mean, we all know life's just full of stressors, right? Work, family, bills, social media drama; you name it, we've got it. Some days you just feel like you're spinning out of control, ya know? 😅 that's when these little nuggets of peace come into play! imagine just stepping away for a few moments, taking a deep, deliberate breath, and letting your brain chill the heck out. no, really think about it.... ever tried a mini-meditation sesh? it's like hitting a reset button for your noggin'.

seriously, "Calm is the superpower" isn't just a Pinterest quote, it's a truth! even just a couple of minutes can make a world of difference. have you tried it? you're sitting at your desk, all this noise buzzing about, and bam! you just zone out, focus on breathing, and feel tension melting away. it's pretty damn blissful. but here's the kicker, don't just wait for stress to pile up. oh no, make it a habit, y'all! get into the groove of sprinkling these brain breaks throughout your day. it's not rocket science, peeps, it's all about giving your brain the love it deserves. now, I'm nobody's guru, but even I know we gotta look out for our own mental well-being. anyway, beyond breathing, there's also y'know, just standing up, stretching, and moving about like a flexible goddang yoga master. okay, maybe not that intense, but you catch my drift. how about turning up your favorite jam and just dancing like nobody's watching? yeah, it's a classic cliche, but there's a reason it's a feel-good go-to. damn right, music lifts the spirits! and for those fancy word nerds, a little poetry can do the trick. recall Emerson's "What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." warms your soul, eh? well, at least mine. now, I won't lie, I'm guilty of indulging in social media spirals when stressed; it's all too tempting. but reality check - it's toxic more often than it is soothing. so, curate your 'conscious unwind time.' maybe doodle cute little pictures, scribble down random thoughts, or even whip up some crazy storylines you've got bubbling in your brain. that's mental detox without the harmful additives, people! ever just gazed up at the blue sky and wondered about life's mysteries? you're damn right, that counts as a calming break too. sure, life's chaotic, but ya know, c'est la vie. don't let it get you down, fight back with positive vibes. well, I guess what I'm getting at is, it's okay to need breaks, it doesn't mean you're weak or incapable. quite the contrary, folks. it means you're human, and hey, humans need nap time too! value these calm valedictions you give to yourself, 'cause heaven knows nobody else will dole 'em out freely. and look, maybe you think "I've got no time for that" or "I'll look silly" or some other excuse. I say, who freakin' cares! life isn't a stage with assigned scripts. do what makes your heart kinda sing, ditch the stiff necked routine! find your rhythm and weave these peaceful pauses into your grind. ain't nobody got time for burning out, we're talking self-preservation here. challenge you: why not try it for a day, see if you feel a spark of difference? if not, pfft, nothing lost. but it might, and I mean like really, might just light that internal glow and inadvertently have the power to spread your sunny disposition to those around you. positivity always pays it forward, don't ya think? alright, that's enough rant from me; just take a thought, and chew on it a while. life's a mishmash of moments, make sure you grab the ones where you pause, breathe, and simply be. peace out!

Hey girls & boys!

I am 19 and I am a woman. I have been with my boyfriend for six months. He is also 19. We are young and we try to be kind. Recently we had sex for the first time. It was my first time ever. I did not like it. I hated it. I tried again after. I still hated it. Every time after that I felt the same. It feels like work to me. I feel tired before and after. I feel pressure even when he is sweet. I like him a lot. I like his laugh. I like walking with him. I like texting dumb things at night. Sex is not that for me. I feel broken for saying that. A friend once said, “your body knows before your head.” I think about that a lot. I am polite about it with him. I smile. I try. I do not cry in front of him. I am hopeful because I am young 🙂 I also read posts online and people say it gets better. Maybe. But right now I dread it. I keep asking myself if this is normal. I keep asking if I am doing something wrong.

I remember the first time clearly. It was planned. Music was on. He was nervous. I was more nervous. I told myself to be brave. I told myself this is what couples do. It hurt a bit. It felt strange. Not romantic like movies. Not magical like people say. After, I felt empty. I did not feel closer. I felt further. I felt like I was pretending. The other times were similar. Sometimes worse. Sometimes I counted seconds. I feel bad saying this. He asks if I am okay. I say yes. I hate lying but I hate hurting him more. Someone online wrote, “sex is communication.” I do not feel heard there. I feel small. I feel like I owe something. I wonder if that is love. I wonder if love can be without sex. I am not angry. I am just confused. I am polite to myself too, I try. I keep a small notebook. I write things like, maybe later, maybe different, maybe not.

I ask myself the question in the title a lot. Is sex important in a relationship. People say yes. People say no. People say it depends. I think it depends on the people. I want to talk to him. I want to be honest soon. I am scared but hopeful. I believe relationships can grow. I believe consent is daily. I believe comfort matters. A quote I like says, “love is patience.” I hope that is true for us. I am not broken. I am learning. I am allowed to dislike things. I am allowed to ask for time; Do you think a relationship can be strong without sex for a while. Do you think love should wait. I want answers but I also want peace. I hope we find a way that feels good for both of us.

i think theres something thats sets me apart from everyone, and its how im calculating theres a trend of life getting worse (example ram crisis, food costs, goverments being asshole) and how i dont have a family as i have issues with them i that cant fix, and im imagining there all saying the same thing, i dont matter, if i die im easily replaced, theres 8bn of us here, all cows to be milked out of, i dont wanna be milked, i feel like just not taking life too seriously and im not supposed to do that, why take it seriously when u can just have ur fun and leave with those memories, maybe with friends play some game or go out at night idk, since u know u cant improve much or make a good life, why try hard when it doesnt pay off, i dont understand it, im either missing something or calculating something completely different to u guys

i am 41 years old and i am a woman and i am so damn tired of my own brain!!! ten years ago i cheated on my husband and yeah i know how that sounds and i know what people think and honestly i have thought it all myself a thousand times already!!! it was one stupid messy year of my life when i felt invisible and angry and bored and selfish and i made a choice that still sticks to me like gum on a shoe!!! my husband never found out and before you ask yes that fact alone makes me feel like a fake grown adult with a mortgage and a calm smile and a dirty secret!!! i go to work i cook dinner i pay bills i say thank you and sorry and good morning like a normal person while my head randomly screams remember that thing you did!!! it pops up when i am folding laundry or driving or brushing my teeth and i just want my brain to shut the hell up!!! i have read articles i have heard therapists say forgive yourself and move on and yeah sure sounds cute in theory!!! i even wrote it down once like some motivational crap from a podcast quote “you are not your worst mistake” and i laughed because wow that felt fake!!! i am rude to myself about it all the time and i replay the nights and the lies and the thrill and the shame and i hate that part of me and also hate that i cannot delete it!!! how do you stop thinking about something when your mind treats it like unpaid debt!!! do you ever feel like you already served the sentence but your brain keeps adding years!!!

i am trying though and i want to say that out loud because maybe someone needs to hear it!!! i am trying to stop beating myself with the same stick every damn day!!! i remind myself that ten years is a long time and i am not that woman anymore even if she still lives in my memory!!! i remind myself that guilt is not the same as accountability and that endless punishment is not noble it is just dumb!!! sometimes i literally say out loud shut up already and it helps a bit!!! sometimes i tell myself this is not useful thinking and i move on like a tired manager closing a bad meeting!!! i think about how many good years i have given my marriage since then and how many honest moments exist now!!! i read somewhere maybe in a random book or a stupid tweet that said “thoughts are just thoughts not commands” and yeah that stuck with me!!! i am hopeful in a quiet stubborn way!!! i think healing is boring and slow and annoying and not poetic at all!!! but maybe stopping the thinking is not about erasing it and more about not feeding it!!! so i ask you reading this do you have something old and rotten that your brain drags out for no reason!!! do you also want to move the hell on and live!!! if so maybe we both start today and decide that enough is enough!!! because honestly life is short and i am done letting one bad chapter act like the whole damn book!!!

i have a best friend. She's been my best friend for the longest time after all my friends stopped being friends with me around some year in middle school, if i'm not wrong.

i've felt her love all this years—as a friend, of course. i felt so close to her, almost as if we were siblings. i always felt comfortable around her and just did whatever i want because i felt like she accepted me however i was.

Thing is, after all this long, long years, where things have changed drastically and we're definitely not as close as we used to be....................... i think i like her.

That shouldn't be a problem. Friends tend to fall in love with their friends and that's how they end up marrying and having a family and blah blah blah. It's normal and it should be.

*Should* be, because it's not normal.

We're both girls. And that...... kind of terrifies me.

i have nothing against homosexuals. i love y'all people, would never see a bit of hate from me towards you or anyone else. It's just—

Yeah, i have a faith. And *this*?

This kind of f*cks up everything.

i've dealt with this feeling for *a while* now. Tried to suppress them, tried to understand them, tried to forget about it.......

Nothing works.

It just feels so wrong however i look at it.

i don't like her in a way i can imagine or daydream about us being in a relationship and having a future together—no, i just-- i just want her to be by my side. To be together. As just friends, or a bit something else, in some sense(?). That she does love me back. That it would be mutual. That, even if she has lots more of friends aside from me, at the end of the day she still comes back to hug me and tell me she loves me.

i have never talked to her about this because— first of all, i'm shy, even with her. i've changed and i don't feel as close as we were back then. Just saying all of this here is embarrassing enough, because it feels like admitting something huge and making it *real*—it's scary. i'm doing this only because i'm desperate to let it out and it's anonymous. And, second— HOW THE HELL DO I GO AND TELL HER "hey, i think i like you. Not sure tho but what'd you think"?!! i wouldn't go and say it that way, but in ANY way i say it, i feel like i'm going to ruin a friendship i've taken years on to build, after being left by many and become isolated.

Look, maybe i'm just overly attached to her because she's literally my only friend left (and i feel like this is going to break any time) or idk i'm going through a phase or something. Or maybe i just admire her or something and i'm mistaking it for romantic love??

But every time i look at her—bathed in sunshine, beneath moonlight; under blue skies or a sunset of hues. Even sweating overwhelmed by summer heat or soaked in cold winter rain. She just shines. She's beautiful. She's so damn pretty it hurts. Her smile is something i want for only me. i'm guilty of feeling a little possessive in that way. But especially in the way she speaks—her voice, her words, her gestures. How she feels and how she shows it; in the way she does mundane chores or a complex project of any kind, of anything she's interested in.

i just......... Feel short of words.

i feel so in love that it truly hurts—because i like her, so much, and she seems unreachable... And even if she was at my very reach... It feels incredibly wrong.

i'm scared of ever saying something even slightly related to my feelings to her, because anything and everything feels exposing, from what i do and what i don't.

i just feel so stupid......

Being in love is difficult, i hadn't been in forever... i hate it... But i also lover her so much it kind of numbs the hate... But then i hate to admit it... Damn it...

Also, do i have to actually put that question it tells me to put at the end...?

Umm so today and the day before yesterday i had dreams with something in common with them i had panic attacks out of nowhere in my dream i struggle to breath for 20 to 30 sec and then when i calmed down everyone in that dream looked worried like in the 1st dream my friends which i don't like asked me to show them my diary and my bestie too but then i didn't wanna show it to them and i had a panic attack . In yesterdays dream i was crossing the road and i heard some clicks like someone taking pictures of me then i went to them asked them to show the picture and they weren't taking pics of me i was just in the way and then i had a panic attack like wtf?

[Translated from Portuguese. Reminder: IIWIARS is English only]

Hi guys. Well… to start, I am (m). I prefer not say my age but I am very young. What I want to say, and also ask for advice, is about something that is bothering me a lot in the last months. Since February actually.

Like I was saying, I am a boy, I really like rock music in general. My favorite band is Linkin Park. I am learning keyboard for about one year. I have actually some talent for music in general. Since I was little I was always good with it. Because of that, some time ago I made a band with some friends. I am the vocalist and keyboard player. We never really did anything. But the band exists.

This was just a superficial presentation of me. Nothing very important.

But the real question is that, like I said, in the last times I am having kind of bad thoughts. Things like being unmotivated with life, having to see other people becoming better than me and also having to hear words of less value against me. This is routine. My parents always raised me to be the best in everything I do. And in some way this is right. I also always wanted to be the best. And this is not an egoist thought. If there are people better than me, ok. I really don’t care. But I have to stay quiet and hear many things my parents say that end up hurting me. They don’t say it with bad intention. I know that. They love me and want my good. But I always feel inferior to everyone. Sometimes I hear things from my parents like: “are you dumb?” or “you always make the same mistake”. Things like that. I ended accepting a reality that I am useless. If I disappeared, maybe others would be happier.

This is not just a teenager nonsense talk (I know, every teenager would say that). But I really need advice or help. Because if I really am a burden or just useless, there is no reason for me to continue existing and disturbing others. I always manage to make my parents sad or angry. Even without wanting and trying to improve. I love them a lot and I admire the patience they have with me (it’s not little).

Another thing that affects me is the feeling of emptiness that I feel all the time. Things that made me happy before or that I liked to do became just… common things. I don’t feel pleasure doing anything I liked. Playing videogames, playing instruments like before. And listening to some Linkin Park songs, I realize a bit of what I am talking about. In parts like: “In the end, it doesn’t even matter” from the song In the End. Or “who cares if one more light goes out, in the sky of a million stars”, from the song One More Light.

I feel that even living, being successful, working with something I like, getting married and being happy, even then I will not be complete. Because everything is very temporary. One day everything will end and… then? All of this was for nothing? I lived for nothing?

I simply lost the will to live. It doesn’t make me happy anymore to think about tomorrow. About what I will do.

I am kind of giving up. Because living until 70, or 80 with this disgust of myself. This daily self-deprecation that torments me. I can’t take supporting this alone anymore. And I don’t have anyone to talk to. I don’t want to be labeled as weak. Or things like that. I wanted someone that really understands me and doesn’t say: “ah but this is age. Soon it passes.”

My conclusion about life is this. Something that I don’t know why or for what it exists.

Sorry for possible bad orthography and for the text being kind of confusing and tiring. But I would appreciate anyone who could read this vent and try to give me advice.

Sorry too if I marked the wrong tag. I am new here in the community.

But anyway, thank you everyone.

Ok so just now i found out that my sister has been self harming with blades and cutting herself not on the veins but on her hand where she won't bleed out to death and i was really shocked because i knew about it before and i didn't take it as serious because she was going through breakup and all and i didn't knew that she was continuously harming herself and i teared up because she is only 15 she shouldn't hae to go through this. Now i am the only one who knows and it hurts so bad i am crying rn literally as i write this . I don't know i asked her why would she do this she said 'my dad won't talk to me properly' and somr thing the thing is if i tell anyone else idk how they will react and talk about trusted adults there are none they would either scold her or do something to her only. I seriously don't know what to do and i cannot tell this to anyone i just told her if she wants to self harm next time pls call me so that i can prevent it . It is really messed up , our family does not believe in therapy and if i tell any adult they would just judge her and say mean things something like that .

I love my best friend. He's kind, sweet, amazing, and he listens and understands me so well. But I can't have him... I can't express any love besides platonic love for him cause he knows I have a bf and is friends with him. (my bf is cool if I date or like other people in our relationship.) I'm in love with my best friend, he treats me well, treats me nicely, and gosh, he's so cute. I don't know what to do, I love this boy with all my heart and we've known each other for years now. I want to tell him how I feel just so he can just reject me and I get over it more easily, but I don't want to ruin our friendship. What should I do?

man, i was so pumped about this new gig i scored. you ever just hype something up in your head like it's gonna change your life? that's where i was. imagining myself in this dream job, strutting in with that big shot energy, taking over the world one meeting at a time. i thought, finally, i'm about to be where i've always wanted, doing stuff that's meaningful and transformative. but damn, was i wrong. got there and everything felt like a major letdown. the work is dull, the team barely talks to one another unless it's about something trivial like the damn coffee machine breaking down, and don't even get me started on the so-called "growth opportunities" – what a joke. And suddenly, all that confidence I had just plummeted. it's like when you save up all your money for the concert of your all-time favorite band, only for the lead singer to show up inebriated and mumbling half the lyrics. feels like i’ve been suckered into buying a timeshare in disappointment town.

let me tell you about the point when reality hit. we had this big project that i was amped about... finally, a chance to shine. but turns out, the whole thing was just smoke and mirrors. the higher-ups didn't even care about the quality. seemed like they were more into playing politics than actually getting any meaningful work done. my input? brushed off like i'm some peon who speaks gibberish. my self-esteem took a nosedive off a cliff. it's all learning experiences they said, but hell, learning what? learning to suffer in silence while others pretend to paddle the broken canoe? what they don’t put in the job description is that sometimes the job is less about what you do and more about how you fit into the dysfunctional puzzle. gives you some gnarly flashbacks, doesn’t it? someday they’ll write this crap into a tragic comedy and we can all have a good laugh. ever read kafka? feels like that but without the cool existential reflections and too many office memos.

but hey, i'm not gonna sit around here sounding like debbie downer. i'm trying to find that silver lining in all this. recently, i started focusing on the small stuff. like, okay, the job sucks, sure, but that doesn't mean every day is a wash. i’ve met one or two folks who are genuinely decent, which is a rarity. sometimes we grab a beer after work and share horror stories, it helps to blow off steam. the thing is, the truth hurts but it's also kind of liberating, right? i'm learning (slowly, mind you) that i ain’t defined by a lousy job or how the higher-ups see me. that's just a blip on this radar we call life. and man, if there's one thing i've picked up, it's to keep an open mind and not let disappointments tether you. life’s too short to be bogged down by unrealized ideals. chase something else, like finding a passion or a hobby. who knows, maybe i'll be the next youtube sensation cooking questionable recipes. i mean, what’s life without a little spontaneity and gamble? So how do you cope when the daily grind gets you down? just curious if there's any universal hack out there we're all missing. 🤔

No one is this family respects my boundaries like tonight I said I dont want my cat going out in the dark and they let him out anyway! So cool to not respect a simple request that has been said over and over! Ive already lost one cat because of her doing that and if I loose him Im just going to be stuck with a dog I dont connect with and wishing I was just a bit more pushy

I'm concerned for myself. I've been waking up lately attempting to end my life. I've also found different scars and bruises on my body that I didn't have before. I've tried telling people and they just dismiss me. I then started to hear whispering and voices telling me i'm not good enough at midnight. My depression was doing well, but it's getting bad again. I can't stop crying and having panic attacks. My mind is playing tricks on me and no one believes me. My parent doesn't respect anything I say or what's going on.

My sister, Bobbie Collins Guess, is the middle sister of our parent's three daughters, and she and her husband of 20 years have been spreading lies about me, and trying to destroy my reputation in order to try to cover up her devient behavior and nasty things that she did as a young woman. She and her husbsnd, Steve Guess, who is a child of incest and raised as a foster child by a relative, have slandered me and my family for years, unbeknownst to me, and have put aweful things online about me and about our beloved parents who have been deceased for years. Our only son died of Fentenal poisoning in 2018, and after that, I found out about filthy rumors that she and her husband have spread about me, and about my husband, daughter and dead son, but especially me. Bobbie is my middle sister, and she had a very rough young adulthood, with her being an alcoholic, hanging out in bars, and sleeping with many men, even married men, and with women too. She divorced twice, and lived with several people without marriage until she met and married for the third time to a Steve Guess 20 years ago. She even tried to break up my marriage by going after my husband years ago, before she met Steve. At that time, she ended up in a mental hospital after she drove drunk, hit a bunch of parked cars, and physically went off on the police. She was getting into street fights at that time too, so she was evaluated by a psychiatrist, and put in a mental ward, where she called our mother begging her to come get her, and my mother did, but later regretted it...I later ended up having a "nervous breakdown" because someone poisoned me with something that caused me to get sick, and I now believe that my mentally ill middle sister Bobbie, who has refused to admit how sick she is, did that to me! I never knew just how jealous of me she was, and what lengths she would go through to hurt me, but I have come to realize that she and her weird husband have been "two on the grind" that have been cursing my life for twenty years!...She always acted like she was there for me during problems with my kids, marital problems, and the lack of money issues that my little family has gone through over the years, but all she and Steve were doing was collecting ammunition to use against me, and they were the ones causing most of our problems to begin with!...I see now that she has been pathologically jealous of me since childhood, probably because I was the oldest daughter and the responsible one, and because I got an education, only married once, since 1975, to a man that loves me, while she spent over 15 years bar hopping and sleeping around. I also had a baby boy and a baby girl, while she had to have hysterectomy in her wild youth, and never was able to have children. Steve never had children either, thank God, and spent his youth with strippers and going through relationships and divorces too. We have another sister, our baby sister, who has been married for many years to her childhood sweetheart, and is scared of her and Steve, maybe because of childhood secrets shared between her and Bobbie that she doesn't want people to know about, so she takes up for them...Steve Guess, who acts like a big wig, and has many people fooled, knows how to ruin people's reputation, so my baby sister refuses to take up for me because "they are so good to her kids", and due to the secrets between her and Bobbie, so it seems that I am the lowest on the totem pole, I know now that I have always been the lowest. It seems that Bobbie and Steve had to have someone in that position to make themselves look like they are somebody that they are not, lol! Steve, who was given a job at AT&T right out of high school due to him being a foster child, worked there for years, and got to be supervisor until he was let go in his mid 50's, but wants people to think he actually retired early because he's so rich, lol...so he really does have many people fooled. My little family used to be the poorest of the three of us by far, so it seems that, due to lack of character, it was easy for them to do me dirty the way that they have, but now my husband and I are relatively well off, and have been blessed with a new home, but since then, I found out that Bobbie and Steve are not happy for us. They hate that we are doing so well, and so the curses have amped up over these last few years. This is sad, because we three sisters had parents that married once, never divorced, and loved each other all their lives, and who loved us kids unconditionally, so we were close all of our lives, but after Bobbie married Steve, she slowly changed. I did not know how evil she and Steve have been all these years, and how they were using me and slandering me. I always felt sorry for Bobbie because of the years she lost as a party girl, and because she had to have a hysterectomy when she was so young, and was never able to have children, so I was always very good to her, even tho she went after my husband all those years ago, but I would've never guessed that my own sister was the one that poisoned me! I have always let God fight my battles, and will continue to let God handle it, but I would really love it if everyone knew how dirty Bobbie and Steve really are, and how they built themselves up by blaming others for their shortcomings, especially me and my little family. They don't want anyone to know Steve is a product of incest, and that he never had a real family, but I believe that's why they can so easily run me down the way they have. Bobbie and Steve Guess are working for Satan and always have been, and everyone should know how dirty they are. They seem to always get away with their dirty deeds, but I know that God knows who they are, and I know that, in the end, God will vindicate me. Thanks for letting me vent! :)

so this is my update on my 2 stories so

the one with my male friend i happen to talk to him and he told me he wanted to give me some space and he wanted some space from life and everything because he had been busy and we managed to talk it out and we're not as close as before but we are good enough that we can talk to each other

and this is about my test

so after few months i have improved my attention span and my grades and im going to write my exams in another 2 months so i do feel well prepared now i do hope i do well on my finals

and i do want to thank everyone who have helped me even though i have 2 stories but i dont know when ill be back so thank you to all who have replied to my story

Does anyone remember this: https://iiwiars.com/health-and-wellness/fuck-everyone? I spoke to my mom. She said, "I know you were angry when you messaged them. I'm not mad at you. I know, I know it's very difficult coming to school and no one, NO ONE, wants to speak with you. Can you do anything about it? Can I do anything about it? I can speak to a teacher and assign you a buddy, but you don't want that (I told mom I didn't want because they'll speak to someone else). Plus, you guys only speak in break for 15 minutes (we actually have break for 20 minutes), most of the time you're studying and when those kids do whisper in class, the teacher scolds them. You will find people, maybe in 3 months, maybe in 6 months, maybe in a few years. But you have me, and you can speak to me about anything, I'll listen and I won't judge!" Shut up, it's been 7 years. You may listen when I rant and put your own thoughts, like the Phantom Blood, but be a mother. I'll never find a friend by the next few years, because nothing exists. Fuck you. Actually fuck a horse. My mom should be raped by a horse. SHe's a liar who doesn't wanna admit she hates me so she wants to ruin my life. No matter the fact my gut is crying and wanting to go back to her, logically, she's neglectful. She should be raped, killed, and dumped away. Because she's a bad parent. Fuck her. Fuck her so so much. She should die. She deserves it, right? She's abusive, right? She's not a friend, right? My gut is fucking wrong, right? I'm not gonna hurt her. And even if I did, I'd still be caught in the future somehow. But I am gonna abandon my family when I'm in college, because family slows you down. I deserve to help them with nothing, ditch them away, and the last thing I'd message them is "Fucking die". People anyways don't need their parents to live, they anyways fucking slow you down. I want to leave home by 20, go to some random place, and wish them "Fucking die and get fucking raped because you all are piggish sluts sent from Hell", because my parents are fuck-tards who are abusive little shits who deserve to die and rot in my fucking syphilis-infected vagina. No, in someone else's rotten vagina, because I'm better than them! I'm a god, you hear me!? And anyone who also agrees the world is trash, and humans deserve to die, let's be friends! Let's start a fucking group, because we only see the truth!