" Now I See Their Blood On My Sneakers "

Vent blog of a physically disabled and depressed self proclaimed misanthropist. I will try to trigger warning things accordingly but I may miss things. I’m at the point I do not care to be nice, this is for me to be angry and for me to be heavily depressed about the circumstances of my home life and my barely functioning body. If you don’t want to see that, block me. Seriously. I don’t give a shit.

like . obviously not a normal thing probably but how insane is it

Can I do like . Anything painlessly please

baby's first bad treatment at the doctor... hooray... (this is sarcasm) this was from a few days ago but i was too fucking devastated at the time it happened to process it properly

my mom sat there and listened silently instead of defending me is what's pissing me off. "Yeah I'm in agonizing pain that makes walking extremely difficult, and literally just thinking takes up 90% of my energy." "you're tired because you're depressed, and also you don't sleep enough, and also have you considered it's just anxiety?"

And getting it made about them

Instantly telling a group chat “guys I might have herpes 🙁” so I have to go in and instantly tell a bunch of people I’m not that close with about the affection (kissing) I share with my partners and all about how I just happen to be unlucky enough to have an incurable virus spread by kissing

“Oh don’t worry I’ll tell you”