Should I go on a rant?
My dad's caught a cold during allergy season. He coughs, he sneezes, and the frequency is enough for my misophonia to drive me insane. The guy drinks a lot and we are nearing the anniversary of grandma's death and he never shuts up when he's drunk. I spend more than half the day trapped in my room hoping for him to go to sleep or go to work. As if life at home isn't bad enough, my escape is also being tampered with. The more I try to defeat a real life enemy, the more they try harder to get around and take everything I've got. Copyfraud has been a pain in my ****ing a** for way too ****ING LONG. The Orchard Music group? These copyfrauders really want to monetize off of my YouTube videos that badly after I've defeated so many. The more I fight them, the more they want to beat me. THEY KEEP COMING and I don't know how to stop them. I'm at my mental energy limits with this fight. I even sent Gabe Newell an email after they got two of my Portal videos and no reply. I put every video I had set to private in hope that things will blow over faster without anymore escalation. I can't take much more of this heavy weather. I'm completely drained. I have no further motivation to continue my YouTube hobby. I'm...I'm dying. The stress is too much. 2013 was hard enough. 2013 nearly drove my family into financial devastation and almost over the cliff of insanity forcing me to give up college. I will not allow a repeat of any kind. Sadly, I'm not in control of what happens within my life nor outside my life (like stuff happening far away but some of it still affects me just the same) and I don't know what is. All I know is that the RNG of my life's events is rigged. Because of this, I can see the 4th wall in life. I don't like it when I look at it, but it's there in my face every time I go through adversity for the millionth time and the day is not even over yet. The 4th wall in life has allowed me to study reality and how it works like a puzzle that automatically resets itself just when you think you've figured it out but haven't. Unable to escape, I face reality. I hate reality and reality hates me even more.
I would give anything...ANYTHING I could for a light at the end.
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I am sick, and in so being I am the healthy one.
If my darkness or eccentricity offends you, I don't really care.
I will not apologize for being me.
There is no such thing as perfect. We are beautiful as we are. With all our imperfections, we can do anything.