#possibletrigger

The Jew-hating Fat ass has a Jewish Cousin - The New JEW Kid (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1499892855-the-jew-hating-fat-ass-has-a-jewish-cousin-the-new?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=GreenSUSOvO There has been a lot of chatter about new kid coming to town. They say it's a girl and she's Jewish, that means that Kyle, a ginger, wouldn't be the only Jewish kid in the whole town anymore. But nobody knew was that Eric Cartman, the fat antisemite, was actually her 14th cousin once removed and were actually really close friends. DISCLAIMER: I do not own South Park or any of the rights to it or its characters. those credits go to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. Slight alt version of "My Life in the Rocky Mountains" the other South Park fanfiction that I've been writing. Please read that one when you have a chance. This one just gives a slightly different perspective. This is basically a "What if I was in South Park" au. Also uses "South Park: Stick of Truth" map. Trigger warning may include: foul language, death, smoking, and use of alcohol. If you feel uncomfortable with any of these topics please don't read if you feel is best for you. Please be kind and any rude and or insensitive comments will have the person reported. So if you have something not as nice, it better be constructive. (I'm fed up and pissed off with people going on to a piece of content that they knew they wouldn't like, just to rip on it and make people feel bad)

I can't pinpoint the time when I became used to going to sleep with sharpied abuse over my body and a numb cut up arm, with tears streaming down my face. But I sure as hell am.

I'm sorry I'm a shit daughter with anxiety who doesn't believe she's worth shit to the world. I'm such an inconvenience when I ruin everything by crying and frustrating you. I'm sorry that I can't do everything you expect from me. I'm sorry it gets hard sometimes and I don't know how to explain it to you. I'm sorry I don't like dresses, and I get upset when the ones I like don't look good on me. I'm sorry I would much rather play piano than look at colleges three fucking years early. I'm sorry I don't understand what I do wrong sometimes. I'm sorry I'm upset with how I look all the time. I'm sorry that I was the good child once, the one who fucked up her own life and can't put it back together again. I'm sorry I'm 15 and make too many mistakes to be okay with. I'm sorry I was born when you didn't want another baby. I'm sorry.

I don't understand why you don't care. I cried out for you, and you threw me under the bus. I needed you and you bring your boyfriend along. Everyone says that family is supposed to be everything, but in my case it's the very thing that's tearing me apart. I love you, I do but you treat me like complete shit. You find a new "Mr. Perfect" and you completely disregard me and my feelings. I get sent into crisis only one day ago and you still to this very minute of this very day continue to do the same things. Why? Am I really that bad? I know I'm annoying and I know I'm a pain and I know I'm to much to handle but you brought me into this world. I didn't ask to be born. I don't want to live, but I live for others. Where do I even go from here? I don't want to continue this. I can't continue this.

Drank 9 beers so i'd be too drunk to feel then emotionally ate an entirely XL pizza

I have two cousins, who are siblings (just to clarify) and I love them both with my entire being. The oldest is 3 months older than me and the youngest is 3 younger than me. They are my two favourite cousins (I have almost twenty, all but two are younger) and they are both so full of hate for themselves. They both have a degenerative heart condition and the older had to have a defibrillator implanted; he's only 18. As I'm writing this, they both have attempted suicide within the past year and I know the younger self harms. I don't know what to do to help them or try to make it better and it's ripping me apart inside remembering the cute kids we used to be and then seeing how broken inside we have all become