Yeah this is a novel.
Hate to say it but some of you people have been through absolutely nothing in your life.
People who judge people who aren’t on their feet aren’t people. A lot of the people on this subreddit are the type of people to categorise all homeless people as druggies and drunks. Or prostitutes as people who can’t be bothered to work and look down your long noses at them.
‘They did it to themselves’
NEWSFLASH. Nobody puts their hand up when they’re in the 4th grade and says I want to be a prostitute or homeless or a drug addict when I grow up. NOBODY. That’s not how it works. This irks me so much because those are the people I can relate to the most in the world. Not because I’m any of those things but because just like the majority of homeless or prostitutes or drug addicts I’ve come from a broken home.
Don’t tell me you understand my issues and have been through similar when you haven’t. Half of y’all never even missed a meal if your lives, half of y’all don’t know what being homeless feels like, most of y’all don’t know what being molested as a kid does to your head, most of y’all don’t have pedophilia running rife in your family. I could go on.
Please don’t tell me you understand me when you haven’t walked a mile in my shoes and you live at home with your parents.
Now if it doesn’t apply then just let it fly. I do know not everyone here is a keyboard warrior. Some of y’all are genuinely awesome people.
I feel the need to justify my rationale.
I’ve been asking myself why has my life been a series of unfortunate events?
The straw that broke the camels back has landed on me.
My Reddit page has basically turned into a playbook of my life. I only wish I didn’t delete my oldest posts. Even though I’m gone everyone will be able to read what I was going through and know that the silver lining was that... oh wait there isn’t one.
I feel like a modern day Joyce Carole Vincent.
AM 10/17
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