i am aware that this is like months old but i dont care

Hey wonderful people. I didn’t think i was going to have to make another post like this, especially since it’s only been like six months since I made the last one. But here I am.

For those of you that don’t know, I am a ftm twenty one year old living at home with my incredibly homophobic, republican, verbally and mentally abusive christian parents. I include ‘christian’ because they use God against me. They do not agree I have mental illnesses (of which i have been clinically diagnosed) and refuse to pay for any kind of therapy for me. I haven’t seen my therapist since last September. My mother picks fights and then plays the victim for sympathy. My father doesn’t want to listen when I try and explain how abusive she is. I once tried to tell her she was, and she threw it back in my face mockingly. They tell me that they don’t care if I’m upset that they don’t accept me because God’s plan is bigger than anything else. They care more about God than they do their own kid. My sister is no help either, as she thinks I am overreacting.

I’m currently in 1k of debt due to having to buy my own meds for depression, anxiety and bpd, pay for my car and the work that had to be surprisingly done when it quit working a week ago. I have a full time job but still can’t move out of the house because my parents claim I‘m not responsible enough and don’t have enough money. My goal is to get to 500 dollars by the end of July to help with bills and saving.

That being said, please please please reblog this. I understand not everyone can donate, but if every follower of mine donated fifty cents, I’d have over 3 thousand dollars. Reblogging this will raise awareness and I will be so eternally grateful you can’t even imagine. Any and all money donated will be saved in my papypal account. If you have any questions about donations, or about what I’m going through (need proof etc) I am more than happy to give it. Just message me! I also am selling some things on Depop to help as well!

Thanks again, Caleb.

My paypal is paypal.me/NinaRice (I had to use my legal name) and my Depop store is under ghstboycaleb

I’m just really scared I’m not going to get out and learn to live a life I’m happy with.
The "Steal from my Program, I destroy your reputation" revenge.

(warning: long story)

While this is my main account, I dont think anyone who cares about me IRL that matters in this case is aware of what I have done. This story goes back to my college days.

Back in the late 00’s I was a student in a small college near a city. I was like most other students, idealistic, a slacker, and a tryhard about a few things. I really loved music in particular. Well, as the decade was winding down, my university swapped presidents. The previous one had been perceived as odd and weak and old. They replaced him with an Irish descended lawyer.

Now this guy was the epitome of the creepy, slimy car salesman. Short but burly, former boxer I think. Loud mouth, lots of bragging too. Liked “the ladies of the university” despite his marriage and their age. Lots of promises, little delivery and most of all, almost no principles other than lets raise money and put it towards “development”. One of his ideas was to take a trust fund specifically for the Music department and raid it for over 50% of its original value , leaving the balance at under 3% of the original value.

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something old, something new (sam drake x reader) pt. II

PART II -> PART I

(hello i am back to being the trash can i am.  here’s part 2 cause i figured the last thing was WAYYY too long to be a one-shot.  will continue this until i am satisfied.  ps dont expect smut from me i am just a wee lil babe (that’s a lie))

This was the second time this week that you had worked overtime.  The new exhibit was nearing completion and you were throwing all you had into it.  You slammed the phone down onto the receiver and looked over at the growing pile of mail piled at the corner of your desk.  It was so much.  What if it didn’t get done?

The phone rang again.  You stared at it for a moment, wanting to just let it ring and let the machine take care of it but your responsibilities got to the best of you.

“Y/N,” you muttered, tucking the phone under your cheek.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you princess?”  A familiar voice growled into your ear.

You felt your cheeks heat up a thousand degrees.  “Hello Sam.”

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Confession

I don’t understand whats the big deal with saying you don’t want kids. Yes I am only 14 years old, but when I think of my future I can never imagine kids being involved. I am the type of person who would rather play with dogs than with children. I feel very uncomfortable around babies and I can only tolerate looking at them. I don’t want to hold them, play with them or anything. My aunt is staying with us for a month and she recently had a baby. The baby sleeps with me in my room. I have to wake up at 5 in the morning to get ready for school and every 2 hours I get woken up by the baby. This only proves to me that I will not be able to handle a baby. Unlike everybody else in my house I don’t have the patience to deal with this.

Despite everybody being very well aware that I am just not very fond of kids they all expect me to want them. My mom feels my lack of desire to have kids is selfish. My parents aren’t the main reason why I don’t want kids but they are way up there on the list of reasons. My siblings and I only made their lives way harder than it used to be. Before we came to live with our parents in America they were living an easy and carefree life, then we came and everything just went downhill from there. They aren’t as financially stable as they used to be and from the memories I have of when we first came, they aren’t as happy either. My parents are very very close to a divorce. My mom loves to complain about how she regrets having kids. She loves bringing up how before we came their life used to be so easy. There weren’t any dishes in the sink, they had money to travel, and blah blah blah. When I was younger I used to feel guilty when she said things like this but now I feel absolutely no sympathy for them. I didn’t ask to be brought into this world and neither did my siblings. They chose to have 4 kids. Its their fault their lives are as hard as they are now. I just dont understand why my mom cares if whether or not I have kids. I would’ve assumed she wouldn’t want me to have kids and live a hard life like them.

If at any point in my life I want a kid I will not conceive a child. I would much rather adopt. Not a baby of course, I would much rather adopt a kid between the ages of 8-11. Even if I decide to adopt its not gonna happen while I’m in my 20s. This will only happen while I’m in my mid to late 30s. I have to have the financial stability to not only raise this child, but also still have money to take care of my self and have fun.