Before I'm writing this, still with tears in my eyes and in a verge of crying, I invite all the IT people to screenshot this (if they want, ofc) and post it on reddit. If they really want to do a good deed, I am in a dark corner and it fucks me. And I didn't sleep for over 36 hours, which amplifies all of these emotions. This is my longest post I ever made on this forum.
There is one family who sit at our family (friends of our family, to be more specifically). They have one daughter (whose boyfriend happened to be in the same state as I am), and a younger brother who has Down syndrome or whatever.
Fast forward, both of our families decide to spend a night and the rest of the day (today) in a place (we call it G). My mom asks me if I want to go, I said no. After multiple attempts, I gave up and say, fuck it, let's go. There was even the boyfriend of that girl that I mentioned earlier, but that's not the point here.
That family that I talked about wanted to put the autistic kid in our car. Imagine driving for 3 hours with a kid who couldn't shut his mouth up. I said I couldn't do it and got angry. Fast forward, we arrive there, and spend a night at hotel. I slept in the same room with my family, because it was too expensive to buy another room, since there were so many of us. I took a melatonin pill and put myself to sleep. But I couldn't sleep because the fan was fucking loud and snoring was common. It was the fucking longest night ever.
At 8 am, all of us had to walk down the streets and explore them. I was like a zombie, my brain was dead, I felt dead inside because of the full-blown insomnia. All of that day was completely bullshit.
When the time of leaving came, that family asked us again if they want to let the autistic kid in the back of our car (and I bet that couple stayed together in the back, kissing or whatever, while I had to endure the shitfest of that fucking kid).
After 3 more hours of driving, we decided to go to Olive Garden. When we stopped, I had a mental breakdown, I thrown my glasses and phone on the floor, I shouted and screamed and cursed the entire existence from the monkey to the ultimate futuristic cybergods. I hated that autistic kid for all of the show that he made in the car, while that couple with both of the daughters' parents surely stayed relaxed. I said to my mom that I do not want to participate there, since there are so many.
Finally, the father of the daughter decided to come up to me and invite me there (he's a cool guy, all my respects for him, and for respect I accepted to go). The climax starts to begin with the mental breakdown in front of Olive Garden, legit crying because I couldn't endure that. It was too much for me to have an autistic kid who shouted, cursed and do shit like spitting and other nasty stuff. I started to hate all of them, including both my family and their family.
And I hated that couple for a reason. The guy is cool, has a few interesting hobbies, I even talked to the girl, she seems nice too. But I hated them because they felt so enamorated with each other, they felt happy with all the hugs and kisses and holding hands and stuff. This is a thing that I wish I could experience, the warmth of a hug, a kiss or even a word of encouragement. I don't want any sex tbh.
After we left the Olive Garden, I was sitting in the car with my head leaned over the chair and tears started to flow from my tears. One, because I couldn't sleep. Two, because that autistic kid was... you know, autistic (I don't blame him, but it was fucking hell). Three, because of that couple displaying happiness.
There is one family who sit at our family (friends of our family, to be more specifically). They have one daughter (whose boyfriend happened to be in the same state as I am), and a younger brother who has Down syndrome or whatever.
Fast forward, both of our families decide to spend a night and the rest of the day (today) in a place (we call it G). My mom asks me if I want to go, I said no. After multiple attempts, I gave up and say, fuck it, let's go. There was even the boyfriend of that girl that I mentioned earlier, but that's not the point here.
That family that I talked about wanted to put the autistic kid in our car. Imagine driving for 3 hours with a kid who couldn't shut his mouth up. I said I couldn't do it and got angry. Fast forward, we arrive there, and spend a night at hotel. I slept in the same room with my family, because it was too expensive to buy another room, since there were so many of us. I took a melatonin pill and put myself to sleep. But I couldn't sleep because the fan was fucking loud and snoring was common. It was the fucking longest night ever.
At 8 am, all of us had to walk down the streets and explore them. I was like a zombie, my brain was dead, I felt dead inside because of the full-blown insomnia. All of that day was completely bullshit.
When the time of leaving came, that family asked us again if they want to let the autistic kid in the back of our car (and I bet that couple stayed together in the back, kissing or whatever, while I had to endure the shitfest of that fucking kid).
After 3 more hours of driving, we decided to go to Olive Garden. When we stopped, I had a mental breakdown, I thrown my glasses and phone on the floor, I shouted and screamed and cursed the entire existence from the monkey to the ultimate futuristic cybergods. I hated that autistic kid for all of the show that he made in the car, while that couple with both of the daughters' parents surely stayed relaxed. I said to my mom that I do not want to participate there, since there are so many.
Finally, the father of the daughter decided to come up to me and invite me there (he's a cool guy, all my respects for him, and for respect I accepted to go). The climax starts to begin with the mental breakdown in front of Olive Garden, legit crying because I couldn't endure that. It was too much for me to have an autistic kid who shouted, cursed and do shit like spitting and other nasty stuff. I started to hate all of them, including both my family and their family.
And I hated that couple for a reason. The guy is cool, has a few interesting hobbies, I even talked to the girl, she seems nice too. But I hated them because they felt so enamorated with each other, they felt happy with all the hugs and kisses and holding hands and stuff. This is a thing that I wish I could experience, the warmth of a hug, a kiss or even a word of encouragement. I don't want any sex tbh.
After we left the Olive Garden, I was sitting in the car with my head leaned over the chair and tears started to flow from my tears. One, because I couldn't sleep. Two, because that autistic kid was... you know, autistic (I don't blame him, but it was fucking hell). Three, because of that couple displaying happiness.
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Just ignore him...
