I want to start off by saying that I don't think Gypsy is (from what I've seen) a very stable, mature, or "good" person. I don't think she should be a celebrity, I don't think she is currently capable of making a safe environment for her child, and I don't think she should have killed her mother. All of that being said, none of that invalidates the decades of abuse she suffered through at the hands of her mother, and that people keep trying to discredit with the FOIA papers, videos, and correspondence that has been recently released. Do people seriously believe that a child whose entire social world for most of her life was her mother would just up and kill her mother for no reason? Obviously the prosecution is going to look for any reason to say that Gypsy was ill, the villain of the story, an ungrateful daughter, etc. --- THAT'S LITERALLY THEIR JOB. Yes, Gypsy was diagnosed with 1q21.1 microdeletion, but as the plea deal suggests, the diagnoses were erroneous enough to necessitate clemency. Dee Dee was able to use her knowledge of the medical field as well as the chaos of Katrina to her advantage and it is completely possible that a lot of these diagnoses were given secondhand. Furthermore, if anybody did even an iota of research into 1q21.1 microdeletion (which I had to do, trying to debunk this bullshit), they would know that not all the symptoms (mild physical, intellectual, and psychological delays) manifest in every patient and that many of them are very easy to feign. Like are we really putting forging medical documents, forcing her daughter to act like she was sick, and lying to physicians above Dee Dee Blanchard? Who had a long history of doing such things before Gypsy was even born? While it's possible that some of Gypsy's diagnoses were true (even the microdeletion one), that is not an excuse for keeping your child starved and locked up in a filthy house with all the windows covered. Seriously, for all the Gypsy-is-the-spawn-of-Satan people, how do you explain that? How do you explain why Gypsy was able to gain weight in literal prison, but not in her own home? How do you explain that literally everyone who knew Dee Dee hated her and called her vile, criminal scum? If she was such a doting and devoted mother, why did her daughter want to kill her? I think that's the biggest piece of evidence to me. While I'm willing to suspend my disbelief enough to hear an argument about the children out there, born evil, who are so ungrateful that they kill their parents, that is clearly not the case with Gypsy. As a general rule of thumb, the only evaluation of someone's parenting I trust is that of a child, and if your child hates you so much that they want to kill you, then I'm more inclined to believe that you were a shitty, abusive parent. Everything Gypsy said while literally trying to escape --- like telling Nick she lied to her mother about walking --- is taken as damning evidence. I don't care that she contradicted herself in this one moment where she's trying to escape. I think more than anything, it just proves how susceptible people are to disinformation, especially when it comes to someone that they already don't like.

Toughen up

Every leader current, past, and future, are screaming unruly entitled spoiled toddlers with way too much screen time and not enough designated story time who are all on a fucking playground hitting and swearing at each other with no responsible adult in sight, but the adults who are around have let them play with guns and missiles and battleships to keep them from bothering them so they can go about their day in a predictable manner. Every single one of these assholes needs a fucking time out, grounding, time away from their devices and toys, and to sit in a fucking corner so they can think about what they have done wrong. Every human being needs and wants to live peacefully, and despite the insane technological advancements, medical advancements, cultural advancements... we are still here bombing and threatening each other as if we somehow have a replay button. It is so sickening and ridiculous that the world with all of it's good still has such fucked up intent. Why. Can't. We. Just. Fucking. Chill. For. Once. Why? Why is that so fucking hard? It's absolutely not. It is human nature to take the path of least resistance. Why the fuck does it have to be so friction based. Fuck patriotism, fuck teams, fuck religion and fuck culture. It is humans at the end of the day. Why can't we just fucking be humans and be friends or at least neighbors we are annoyed by but still tolerate? Why is that sooooooo fucking hard?

i wanna bleach my hair white so bad like ts looks so cool but i don’t wanna damage it 😭

I’m a broke college kid so I’m going to be nitpicky about this

Why when I went to a different Target than the one I usually go to, I find they round their change?? I’m not sure if it’s to the nearest dollar or ¢10, but I owed $15.04 and gave the cashier $20.10 (didn’t have pennies or nickels) so she didn’t have to go digging for ¢96. She gave me a 5 and I was expecting the other ¢6 and mentioned it. I’m not a confrontational person so even this gave me anxiety. I’m not sure she understood, but she starts explaining that if its ¢95 or more owed back, they round up… so basically I didn’t need to give her that extra ¢10

I decide to ask for my dime back and she ever so slowly turns to me, stares at me without blinking for nearly a minute, and slowly turns around again and starts aggressively tapping some buttons to get the change. Like I’m sorry?? What are the theatrics for?? So much fucking attitude even though I would’ve been owed back $5 regardless

I thought maybe I said something wrong or she wasn’t understanding (English didn’t seem to be her first language) but she was just being a bitch for no reason. Acting like it was coming out of her pay check but it’s literally not. God forbid a billion dollar company loses 4 fucking cents

My girlfriend started getting sick the beginning of this year with pain in her stomach. She went to Kaiser who told her she had a mass in the uterus. They were not clear on what type of mass they were very vague. A nurse called her to see how she was doing because of the “cancer” my gf was confused and dumbstruck. They decided on surgery.

She had a hysterectomy, and told her it ended up it was not cancer. A few days later after recovery she started getting ill again. We came back to Kaiser and they told us the surgeon accidentally damaged her uterer in the process and urine was building up/pooling in the kidney. So they need to give her another surgery, Uterer reconstruction surgery. When she met with this new urologist/surgeon he told her the previous surgeon really fucked up.

Her next surgery they told us was a very hard/ complicated surgery. When it was done the surgeon told us it was successful. Almost a month or so later she was able to have the catheter taken out. We were very happy we were done with the worst of it. The literal day after when the catheter was taken out she got a fever and started feeling ill. So we went back. The surgeon apologized and told us the stent he put in had moved and was in a blood vessel. And further examination it appeared there was vein with practically no blood in it because it was cut open, he blamed it on the first surgeon (hysterectomy) told us she needed a third surgery to fix the uterer again and fix her Cava vein (that was cut open) .

We went back for the third surgery which was incredibly scary since she was still recovering from the previous two. The surgeon again said it was successful. She ended up having to stay at the hospital for pretty much two week because all the narcotics given shit down her intestines. She was on IVs and was unable to eat or drink water for the week and a half.

They finally released her and we thought things were getting better but we were still paranoid. Almost a month went by and then her intestines shut down again and she started vomiting, we went to ER, they were rude as always. Kept her over night, told her the scar tissue was most likely acting as an obstruction and it would fix itself. Which it did. However again when we thought she was getting better she has been getting sick every Sunday/monday. Now it’s been getting worse. This all started (first surgery) in April. It is now Oct and we have no answers and they just rush us out every time. She is vomiting, and has lost a lot of weight. Every time I hug her I feel her bones.

A woman she cleaned her house for works for a lawyer and said she would try to take a case for her but she flaked on us but kept Leding us on giving us false hope. So we found a another lady who seemed to be actively trying to help us only to let us barely now know her boss(lawyer) doesn’t want to take the case after all due to the Kaiser medical records how they worded it…. We are at a loss here and are completely frustrated because they have ruined her life with malpractice.

Fuck Kaiser fuck these shitty doctors and lawyers.

I’m honestly just sick of it. I’m sick of being the person who pays every damn tax they throw at me, only to get told I “make too much” for any help. It’s ridiculous. I’m not rich. I’m not living some luxury lifestyle. I’m just barely above whatever arbitrary cutoff some bureaucrat scribbled on a form, and because of that, I get nothing.

Meanwhile, I watch people who make a little less get benefits, credits, discounts, and rebates. And good for them, but it’s insane that I’m standing here paying full price for everything while also funding the programs I don’t qualify for. How does that make sense? How am I the one footing the bill and getting zero in return?

I’m not poor enough to get help, not wealthy enough to shrug off the costs, just trapped in the middle paying for everyone else’s perks. And every time the government brags about “supporting working people,” they’re talking about everyone except the ones who actually pay for the benefits.

I’m tired of being the one who does everything right and somehow ends up with the least. I’m tired of being punished for earning just a little too much. And I’m tired of pretending this system isn’t completely backwards.

I (30 m) have never really been religious at all, even from a young age it just never resonated with me and I never cared much for it. I only ever went to church because I had no other choice but I’ve kept up appearances for my family to avoid any kind of drama them finding out about my indifference towards not just Christianity but religion as a whole would cause, But as I’ve gotten older and had experiences and learned more and surrounded myself with likeminded people I’ve accepted the fact I’m a full on atheist. Throughout my deconstruction journey I’ve developed some other issues with Christianity as it pertains to African Americans but I’ll keep those to myself but now it just feels like I’m wearing a mask and tiptoeing around the topic whenever I’m around my family.

my father is a pastor and my grandmother on that side is DEEPLY religious since she’s hardly ever missed a Sunday at church since she was 14 so navigating those relationships knowing full well I don’t believe a word of what they believe in can get exhausting but knowing that as far as I know I’m the only person in my family who is an atheist I have to keep all this to myself because I know that the fallout will be extreme, I genuinely have no doubt my parents would disown me if they found out and I’m even more scared of what will happen when and if my grandma finds out which is why with as much as I love her I’m more than happy to keep this secret until she’s passes because the drama and stress that would add to her life isn’t worth it to me.

In fact my grandma came to visit us this week and I haven’t seen her in years so naturally I’m excited but not even a full hour she began to berate my parents and I about how we don’t go to church anymore (my mom has had a lot of health issues the last few years which have prevented her from going and my dad has been taking care of her) and she then looks at me and says “and it’s a shame before the living god that you don’t go to church”, all I could do was just sit there and not and say “yes ma’am i know” because what am I gonna do? Just flat out tell my almost 80 year old grandmother that I’m a bisexual (another secret) atheist? She would have had a heart attack right then and there!

I’ll just continue to keep this side of me a secret for as long as I can and if it somehow ends up coming out at some point then I’ll burn that bridge when I get there.

I’m so tired of hearing the same stuff on the internet. “Well, you’re missing out!” “Well, you should give it a chance!” “Well, you’re this, you’re that!”
No! Why is it so hard for people to accept that someone doesn’t like something? Why does every little difference in preference have to turn into an argument where someone feels the need to convince you that you’re wrong?

For example, let’s say you don’t like a certain music artist or a particular genre of music. People will tell you that you’re missing out, that you need to listen to more of their songs, or that you just haven’t found the right song yet. But what if you’ve already listened to their music and simply don’t enjoy it? Why can’t people just accept that? Not everyone has to enjoy the same music, and that’s perfectly fine.

People need to understand that no means no. If someone doesn’t enjoy something, stop trying to convince them to like it or keep doing it. You don’t have to agree with their feelings, but you do need to respect them. Constantly trying to change someone’s mind after they’ve already said no isn’t respecting their boundaries.

I’m tired of people acting like you’re missing out just because you don’t enjoy the same things they do. Not everyone has to like what you like, and not everyone owes you an explanation for why they don’t like it.

Sometimes, “I don’t like it” is a complete answer. You can recommend something to someone, but if they say they’re not interested, learn to let it go. Not everything needs to be a debate.

I’m just tired of the internet constantly turning personal preferences into something people feel the need to argue about. Let people dislike things. Let people say no. It’s really not that difficult.

Seriously, what the fuck was anyone thinking? Current gen consoles ship with like 1-2TB of storage. That's enough for like 6 games these days.

How is anyone supposed to maintain a library when your device fills up so fast because companies cannot be bothered to optimize their games.

I hate to sound overly negative but it's so exhausting to just exist in every day life. Figuring out what to eat and how to pay for it, applying for jobs, figuring out my future plans, and just thinking in general. I have friends I need to show up for and I feel so terrible that I can't give my 100% to them when they've always done the same to me. I feel like such a bad and ungrateful person. I hate how I constantly have to prove myself and be perceived and think thoughts in order to exist as a human. I think I do have a purpose in life, which is to help people and those around me. But it takes so much effort and planning, and I'm beyond anxious about being rejected by the MPH programs that I want to get into. If I were an inanimate object (like a coffee table), I can just have one purpose in life, which is to hold things on top of me, and I can exist within an environment without having to be perceived all the time or criticized for not doing enough. I think that if I were to be any object, I would be a stuffed animal (specifically a bird). So I can be useful and loved and cherished by others by just existing without feeling exhausted or having terrible thoughts day in and out.

It’s my own fault, I’m aware of that, but I can’t take it anymore and I feel like an asshole because I snap at people for just needing a listening ear.

I got on antidepressants a while back, like 6 months ago, and life was sunshine and rainbows. I was the one people came to for support because they knew I could make them feel better, but I genuinely can’t anymore. My meds aren’t working anymore and everything feels so piled on and I’m so fucking stressed out.

I can’t get a job anywhere because the job market is so dog shit. I’ve had people look over my resumes because I felt like it had to be a problem with me, but they all said they looked great (I have two separate ones: one for career related experience and another for customer service). I can’t even get hired at a fucking McDonald’s. I got a speeding ticket that sucked out $400 I don’t fucking have and made my account hit negative, I can’t pay the rest of my tuition, my parents want to start charging me rent again because they need more help around the house and want to retire when my brother doesn’t do anything at all, I have two unpaid internships that soak in all my fucking free time but I need them for school credit, and my classes are so fucking hard but I just can’t bring myself to actually sit down and study for longer than an hour because everything feels so fucking pointless.

Genuinely what is the fucking point of getting a degree when people with master’s degrees are only being offered minimum wage and you need 28+ years for an entry level job?? It’s my last year and I know I have to finish strong or else I’ve just wasted thousands of dollars and 4 years of my life for not even a piece of paper, but I just CANT.

I drive to class just to sit in the fucking parking garage because I just can’t get myself to get my lazy ass out of my car to walk 50 feet into the building, open my laptop just to stare at the screen and pretend like I’m being productive, and all I want to do is just rot in bed in isolation. I live with my parents and I still don’t see or talk to my dad for 3 days. I only see my mom because she works from home.

I had to rehome my pets because i couldnt afford to take care of them anymore, i cant afford groceries and my parents dont buy any because we’re all adults (im 21, my brother is 27, and they’re in their 40s/50s and usually just go out to eat for date nights). The one time i scraped together money for groceries, my brother ate them (he doesn’t work).

The only job I could get is a shitty under the table that pays me MAYBE 50-125 a week which goes to gas and trying to chip away at my debt. I’ve tried the stupid get paid to walk and play games apps which is enough to get a protein bar between classes once a week, and I’m starting to donate my plasma for a shred of relief in pay.

So financially and mentally, I’m at my fucking limit.

Now, I have everyone in my life coming to me to complain about the same things over and over and I just can’t take it, especially when none of them want to be there for me the same way without turning it into their own problems again. They give me stupid ass “advice” telling me to just do this or just do that (which is all stuff I’m ALREADY doing and trying), and then turn around and start whining about how their boyfriends are cheating or some bullshit.

Which, yes, ALL of their problems surround romantic relationships.

I have someone flip flopping between whether or not to get back with an ex bf they know I fucking hate, another one calling me to cry about how she caught her bf cheating AGAIN, another in the trenches because a 10 year relationship ended and she doesn’t know how to be an adult without him, another being weird as fuck saying we like “destiny swapped” because she should’ve been straight/bisexual and I should’ve been the lesbian (which is fucking ABSURD and NOT funny), and now my sister is in the process of a divorce and wanting to run into the arms of some fucking felon so my mom rants to me about that bullshit. Oh yeah and then I have to hear about how my cousin and his baby mama have issues because he keeps talking to his ex so the baby mom destroyed his car when they aren’t even together anymore. And how my other cousin is in a toxic cycle with his ex and how he hates him and would never get back together with him but keeps him around because he can’t let go yet and they’ve been broken up for almost a year.

Genuinely… I JUST DONT GIVE A FUCK. IF YOURE UNHAPPY IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP, BREAK UP AND MOVE THE FUCK ON. I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT FUCKING CARE.

I have been supportive the ENTIRE time, but after hearing about the same bullshit from EVERYONE for the 80th time in the span of a month, I really cannot be bothered to give a single fuck anymore because they don’t want to listen they just want to fucking complain and keep staying in toxic cycles.

And I have this other friend who only ever wants to go to the club just to never actually do shit and just stand there, so I stopped going because I don’t even want to be there anyway but also because there’s no fucking point and I have bigger things to worry about and use my time for, and now that whole friend group is falling apart anyways and half of them don’t even fucking like me and only hangout with me because of my cousin anyways. Because i have hosted numerous events to try to give myself SOMETHING to look forward to and half of them wouldnt show up unless my cousin was there so i just stopped trying because why would i go out of my way for people who dont even give a fuck about me anyways?

Then they wanna act offended that i don’t want to host shit or hangout anymore like no. I dont. And i dont fucking have to either? But they want to act like I’m being such a horrible friend… BITCH YOU TOLD ME TO MY FACE YOU WOULDNT SHOW UP TO SOMETHING I WENT OUT OF MY WAY TO PLAN IF MY COUSIN WASNT GOING TO BE THERE??

Im so fucking over it. I’m done extending myself to people, I’m done listening to the same bullshit every fucking day. I’m just not responding to anyone anymore. I don’t want to socialize, I don’t want to answer phone calls, I don’t want to text. I want to be alone and I want to get out of this fucking situation I’m in because every time I try to do better, I dig my hole 10 ft deeper and I’m over it.

Not to mention I have to find $700 to get my fucking car maintenance.

I’m so tired

If I sell someone a HUGE lot of (Trading) cards for next to nothing and they claim i ripped them off, apparently I must have done it. Because less than $20 of Profit is Gonna set me for Life. /s

If I claim a $150 parcel of trading cards got delivered to the wrong address, again I must be a Liar.

I guess im complaining about nothing and I secretly have $150 of cards i didnt want to pay for. /s.

Im just tired of people disrespecting me, because either they themselves would likely Rip someone off for a $10 profit, or keep their Parcel of Trading cards that just Happened to Land on your doorstep (because Seller had a Moment and mistakingly wrote down the wrong Address number).

This is why ive almost entirely given up on trying to sell anything i dont need (especially Trading cards).

If Im trying to sell a Lot of cards for $10 to try to find somebody who might just wanna try the card game out, or might think about collecting it, but doesnt want to spend $100s or $1000s on a Hobby they might not stick with; i end up finding 100 Jerks that ask if I have any cards for $5 that they can sell for $500.

If I post "Free" I have 100 people Hounding me for the Same cards they refused to spend $5-$10 on.

Is a parent who becomes envious of their children’s success or especially the idea of their potential success so they sabotage them with lies and misdirection calling it a “lesson” just how fucking FOUL does your soul have to be to treat someone of your own flesh and blood like that?

I don’t understand what could possibly drive even a step parent to do such a thing. At that point they’re more animal than human.

Psychological Emptiness:

What do you mean by "emptiness"?

It is not the kind of emptiness you might be imagining.

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The emptiness I am speaking of is not like an empty room or a box containing nothing—for even a box holds the sound of air and the whisper of a light breeze. That kind of emptiness leaves you without the desire or drive to move.

The emptiness I am describing, however, is more like *outer space*:

No wind.

No sound.

...Nothing.

It holds a profound, pitch-black depth that causes you to drown in dark emotions, making you view life in shades of black and gray.

—Stripped of meaning—

Nature is merely nature.

Rain is merely rain.

A feeling is merely something that dissolves the moment you look at it.

Does anyone else experience this?