I Apologize For What I Am Going To Say To You, But I Have To. I Am Ahmed From Gaza, Married With Two

I apologize for what I am going to say to you, but I have to. I am Ahmed from Gaza, married with two children. We live in the shadow of war and destruction. I lost my brother, my home, and most of my relatives. We have nothing left. I ask you to help, even a little, so that we can survive and protect my children. Any amount, even a small amount, will save our lives.

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my mother just yelled at me for no fucking reason and then i told her i loved her and she completely ignored me. what the fuck.

am i just too much?

am i not enough?

am i too hard?

am i too soft?

am i too normal?

am i too weird?

am i too loud?

am i too shy?

am i too cold?

an i too nice?

am i too depressed?

am i too happy?

am i too serious?

or am i too unserious?

Tell me what am I? What is the real me?

What is the me people will like?

What is the me people won’t leave?

I want to live, but I don't see the point in it. The happy moments are incredibly brief. Meanwhile, the all-consuming sadness, disappointment, emptiness, fear, seems almost constant.

I felt butterflies in my coochie when a man held the door open for me and smiled I am not well! IMGONNAGETCARPETBURNONMYPUSSY

ovulation week is crazy................ someone get me pregnant rn................