KlassPowder
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- Oct 16, 2025
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I hate when people say things get better as you grow up, because in reality it's more of a "Two steps forward, three steps back" kind of thing. They tell you, "It'll be better when you get license. You'll be more independent and have more freedom!" And then, your parents won't even bother trying to teach you how to drive while also getting mad at you for not having your license. They'll tell you, "It'll be better when you're an adult. You can move out and your parents won't be able to do anything about it." And then, you'll realize moving out costs a lot more money than you ever could've thought. So, you'll try to get a roommate and every single other person will let you down. And then your parents will kick you out when they find out you don't share their religion, and then everyone else in your life with fail you. First, you'll live with your best friend who's dad will decide he doesn't want you staying there. So you'll spend a cold night in the Walmart parking lot waiting to hear back about staying with another friend. That friend has helped you through a lot and they understand many things that you deal with, but obviously you can't stay forever. You'll move in with your mom who, despite confirming you were a planned pregnancy, has never once treated you like a priority or really much of anything. You will sleep on the floor with cockroaches. All of your friends, except for your best friend, will decide that since you have moved 6 hours away, they don't really give a shit about you anymore. They will stop talking to you. You'll go thousands of dollars in credit card debt because you and your mom are so poor that affording toilet paper was hard sometimes. Your dad will call to yell at you about the aforementioned credit card debt and you'll tell him it doesn't matter because you're going to CTB anyways. Even though he has caught you attempting in the past, he decides this time he should step up and do something and lets you move back home. You get a great job. Then, you get pregnant. You're best friend moves to a state where weed isn't legal and the minimum wage is 8$. Before he moves, you spend the summer together with one of his other friends and slowly you gain a second friend. You'll tell each other "Once he moves, we're only going to have each other, so we have to stick together." Immediately after he moves, your second friend will stop giving a shit about you. You'll give birth and your daughter will die in the same day. You're devastated but you don't know if you're truly "allowed" to feel that way because you never wanted to be pregnant or have children. You'll get a therapist. Your family will pressure you to move out less than a month after your daughter dying. Luckily, because of your job, you actually found a shitty, tiny, apartment you can live in all by yourself for the low, low price of almost all of your monthly pay. Your therapist will tell you there's nothing she can do to help you. Everyone at your job is so much older than you that they have kids older than you, so you don't make friends. You look for local events and then you remember you live in a tiny town and the closest events are a 6 hour drive away, so you continue to have no one around you. Your best friend, who moved away, has a great life without you. Lots of friends, family, and even a partner. Idk what this post is, I'm just. So, so sick of it all.
