woww can't wait to be homeless <3

I have to clean my room, pack my shit and leave.

I technically live alone, but it's more of like- one house, multiple people who fucking hate each other and never talk unless it's an argument?

But basically, I'm the youngest.

And the youngest must be fucking homeless apparently.

The youngest isn't allowed food in his room because fuck me, just starve, because EVERYONE ELSE ALWAYS STEALS MY DAMN FOOD.

"Put the chips back in the cupboard!" No you fat bitch i will NOT put my food into YOUR STORAGE, ITS MINE AND IF I PUT IT THERE YOU'LL EAT IT.

She already sneaks into my fucking room and steals from my storage when she thinks I'm sleeping, like for fuck sake I'm not gonna put it in such an easily reachable place.

She's constantly saying that because I'm autistic i can never do anything and my plans will all fail, I'll never go to university like OKAY YOU UNEMPLOYED HOE, like?? She has NO job, the only relationship she's ever had was when she fucked a married man and ruined three kids lives but n o o I'M THE DISAPPOINTMENT. 🙄

Like fine, i need her so i can get to the pharmacy for my medicines, but for fuck sake I'll just walk the 4 hours if i have too. I'll sell my instruments to pay for it, i don't care. I'll ask my therapist to help me find emergency housing, SOMETHING??

"Go through all your clothes and throw most of it out. I'm gonna though your closet and make sure it's clean." ITS MY FUCKING CLOSET?? MY FUCKING CLOTHING?? YOU'RE NOT MY PARENT, GET THE FUCK OUT??

"I don't want food in your room >:(" THEN W H Y DID YOU GIFT ME A FUCKING FRIDGE, OF WHICH IS IN MY ROOM? IS IT SUPPOSED TO BE A FUCKING OVERSIZED WATER COOLER? OR AM I NOT ALLOWED DRINKS EITHER??

I have a personal stash of candy in my room because sugary food makes me calm the fuck down but DAMNIT SHE ALWAYS FUCKING STEALS IT.

I'm so done with this fucking house. I would rather live in the fucking forest near by, i don't care if I'd fucking die there, at least i wouldn't be near that bitch.

And her fucking mother is even worse.

The old bitch is always threatening to force me back into a school that i was openly bullied in. Like? Teachers don't try to teach me because I'm autistic but I'm 'not disabled enough' for the special education classes.

I'm a trans man, so i don't use the woman's bathroom, I'm not allowed in the special education bathrooms, I'm not allowed in the disabled bathrooms, I'm not allowed in the NON-BINARY BATHROOMS.

But then at the same fucking time I'm not allowed in the MENS BATHROOM, OF WHICH MEN USE, AND I AM. Because "you might get raped :(" LIKE BITCH IF I WAS AFRAID OF THAT SHIT THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE COME OUT TO BEGIN WITH.

I WAS SEXUALLY ASSAULTED WHEN I WAS 7, AND THEN HARASSED BY A PEDOPHILE FOR LIKE 6 FUCKING YEARS, I THINK I CAN HANDLE MYSELF IN A FUCKING SCHOOL BATHROOM.

Every second spent in that school was another second my patience grew thinner, and another second i wanted to fucking kill everything.

These two women are actively stopping me from finding work, ruining my efforts and telling everyone I'm too stupid to do anything.

They are forcing me to choose between food they make, which makes me physically fucking sick because i can't eat most meats and my own food, which doesn't make me sick, but they won't let me fucking eat it because they're stupid. [and just fucking saying, for people who constantly eat fucking steak, you'd think they'd be able to make one that didn't look like burnt cardboard and taste like roasted dust.]

Everytime i do something they don't like they get all bitchy and start screaming at me because;

"why are you ignoring me/of course he's ignoring me again?!" Like hoe it's called selective mutism and despite the name it's not very fucking selective so shut your damn trap, it's not my fault you're so untrustworthy and screamy that i physically cannot speak to your dumbass.

"Why won't you just let me do the injection/take the blood?!" Well bitch that's because when i was a child you held me down on the ground, didn't explain anything to me, covered my mouth and sometimes fucking sat on me so i couldn't move while you did those things, it's a little thing called fucking TRAUMA and i can't just make it fuck off like some magic trick, you did this, you deal with the fucking consequences.

Like, one time i managed to actually calm down a bit, and was getting over the trauma, but then you went and FUCKING RETRAINED ME AGAIN, YOU LYING WHORE "we'll wait for you to calm down and you can tell us when to do it :)" WELL I DON'T SAYING "okay do it :)" I SAYING "WAIT, STOP, WHAT THE FUCK, I DIDN'T SAY GO, YOU LIED TO ME, FUCKING STOP" LIKE??? DOES THAT SOUND LIKE CONSENT?? HOW DUMB CAN YOU BE??

"Eat the meat or starve" thanks bro, i chose starving and that caused an eating disorder of one dry cup of noodles daily and m a y b e a a carrot if i felt like getting out of bed, for 4 years, i can never eat those noodles again because they make me sick now.

Like maybe I'd have considering the meat if it was fucking cooked right, but they're illiterate when it comes to recipes and always think they're right.

Bitches who burnt. potatoes. MULTIPLE TIMES. Wanna tell me they can cook. 🙄

"Choose one toy and the rest are being thrown out" i was 6, you're not taking my shit you crusty dusty bitch, so i hid a bunch of them and the rest got fucking trashed. Those were the only things keeping little 6 year old me from laying on the highway because surprise surprise chronic depression since 4 years old, clinically diagnosed, I'll never be free from it.

One time after a failed attempt to get blood drawn for some tests, i was upset because aha blaming myself for the trauma she created :sparkles:

But then we get to the car and she's all like "you're such a fucking disappointment, i wish i never had you, i fucking hate you, get out of my car, you're not coming home."

Like excuse me??

I ended up in the car, and at home but then she's like "pack your shit and get out of my house, i never wanna see you again"

Like?? It's not even your house, stfu??

Her mother decides to play saintess and stoppa me from packing my shit, giving me a whole fucking speech about how "we don't care if you're traumatized but by the way, we know you changed your name because you're trans, but we don't care :) it's like hoe my birth certificate says Susan, but i prefer Sue so everyone calls me that instead, you just have to acceot what we call you, youre not being kicked out, just apologize to her :)"

Like okay Susan, well if you're not using my preference then I'm not using yours, but also, get fucked. I'm not apologizing for shit i didn't do. Because me saying "i wanna die" is just sOo offensive to the woman who just told me i was a fucking mistake and that she never wanted me <3 like okay bitch kill me then, late abortion. Do it. I fucking dare you.

Long story fucking short, I'm gonna be homeless by the end of the month and a future alcoholic because of my fucking gods I'm done with this house.