My grandma killed herself by smoking for 60 years. Got stage 4 lung cancer and relied on my mom for 24 hour care for a year before she finally kicked the bucket. I feel no pity for her and I wasn’t even sad when she died. She was an awful woman who used everyone around her until literally the day she died. Played the victim in situations she put herself in and expected others (my mom) to bail her out.

I used to think there wasn’t a point to life because we all just die. But then people told me that I couldn’t be successful and that made me mad so now I’m fueled by spite. I’ve achieved almost everything I have set out to do so far in life, so now I’m just here to have a good time.

I experience this almost daily. Gotta love a high stress job and chronic pain/illness.

I appreciate the giants. I’m very short and need help reaching things regularly. If I was one inch shorter, I’d be considered a little person legally. At least here in the US. I’m 4’11 🥲

This is a distressing image