potato_wallrus

I was doing good, until I decided to let someone back into my life who hurt me in the past. I was stupid enough to forgive her when she apologized. I thought she changed, but she's just as much of a terrible person as she was in the past. The only reason I even forgave her was because I thought that's what I was supposed to do, but I was an idiot. I hate her and I hate myself because thanks to me letting her back in, she not only fucked me up, but also ruined the lives of some close friends of mine. Between that, and a "friend" who I was renting a room to completely fucked me over. He used his mental health as an excuse to just sit around and do nothing while I worked my ass off and paid all the bills. I put up with it for 6 goddamn months. On top of that, anytime we had any kind of disagreement, he tried to act all high and fucking mighty, like he had some kind of moral high ground. I could care less where he's living now, he can live under a fucking bridge for all I care. I try bringing up my problems to my mother, but all she tells me is "other people have it worse". No shit, I know that. I know my parents love me, and I love them, but that doesn't change the fact that they kind of fucked me up. I love my dad, yet growing up, I was afraid of him. He never hit me, but he did have explosive bursts of anger. I inherited this from him, I've destroyed things over minor inconveniences. Humanity is a fucking disappointment.