Torture Myself Or Torture Myself? Tough Choice

No ones responding therefore I should die

I deactivated my Facebook and my instagram because I just hate seeing people living their lives.

If soulmates exist at all, I pity mine because I'm definitely not worth waiting for.

"summer is the worst" "no winter is!!!" actually both are. down with Big Temperature. spring and autumn for the win

I hate that there's no way to be disabled that people will accept.

If you show joy, or acceptance in your disability, you're not really disabled and no one will take you seriously when you do complain and well it can't be that bad and oh I'm sure you're used to it.

But if you're miserable then you're whiny and annoying and people hate that it's "all you talk about" and its always ugh you're always tired and can we please stop talking about this it's making me depressed and oh I'd kill myself if that happen to me.

If you're happy you have everything figured out and don't need help anyway but if you're miserable you're a whiny bitch that can't just suck it up. There's no winning

"playing with my toys" and the toys are concepts

Can we normalize disabled people experiencing human emotions?

So often ableds expect me to act like a perfect little inspirational angel, when in reality I’m a human with emotions like the rest of y’all.

I don’t want to have to smile after you tell me you’d kill yourself if you were in my situation.

I don’t want to grin and nod while you treat me like a child and pet my hair.

I don’t want to laugh it off when you tell me about your friend who had my condition and died.

I don’t want to generously share my deeply personal medical history with a stranger I just met on the street.

I want to cuss and call you out on your BS, not sit compliantly in my wheelchair like a sweet little angel.

get gordoned idiot

is anyone else's mother a passive aggressive cunt for no reason or is it just mine