Here’s a list of things I’m mad about today since I used to vent on here:
I’m mad I can’t eat whatever I want
I’m mad that the scale is broken on the day I actually wanted to weigh myself for reference
I’m mad I have a short torso that accumulates weight instantly
I’m mad I have a zit below my eye
I’m mad about how much maintenance looking sexy requires
I’m mad companies don’t see value in me
I’m mad I’m not a harder worker
I’m mad I can’t date everyone I’ve ever dated all at once
I’m mad I might have been the flavor of the week
I’m mad my house is untidy & im too exhausted to clean it
I’m mad my new meds don’t magically make everything better
I’m mad that I want to cry but am unable to
I’m mad that every so often I allow the feelings of loneliness to creep back & that those feelings make me feel weak; when they are actually valid reactions to abandonment
I’m mad people close to me usually don’t want me to be myself
















