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The one from the goonies, Mosquito coast, e.c.t

I asked my brother and sister and they said they didn't find her pretty. I think she's really pretty, however. What do you think?

It's not because she gave me life, because I am severely suicidal. Why do I love her so much?

So I have a surface tablet rt I got a few years ago and sometimes it glitches at a corner of the screen like someone keeps touching it like their spazing or something. Also, the screen will begin to shake a bit, like the pixels or whatever and when I scroll up, it will zoom in and when I scroll down it zooms out. I usually just turn off my tablet and back on but it's happening a lot lately and it's annoying me. How to stop it?

I can't go out by myself because I don't have my licence yet so I can't buy anything. I want a good way to show her how much I love her.

I am confident in myself (not conceited!). There is a fine line between the two, and I don't go around telling everyone how beautiful or amazing I think I am. But personally, I think I am beautiful and I wouldn't want to change myself. Is this conceited? I don't act stuck up but I'm just very comfortable and happy with my body and the way I look. Is this wrong?

A few weeks ago I found a bed bug (I think it was a bed bug). I haven't slept in my room since then and have completely washed and vacuumed everything with no signs of other bugs. Should I begin sleeping there again? I don't want them going into my hair that's what I'm mostly scared about. What do you suggest? I'm not throwing out the mattress that's ridiculous.

Last night I dreamed that I saw a shadowy girl type thing through one of my mirrors and then I saw her trough another one until she appeared next to me and I was screaming and saying things that I don't remember. What does this mean?

I've gained about 10 pounds this summer and only half the summer has gone by. I was 116 when the summer started now I'm about 126.. I am pretty disgusted with myself because my family keeps telling me how fat I look and I didn't really believe them until I weighed myself. I don't think I'm fat, but maybe over average a bit. I am 5"2 and 15 years old. I have no idea what I'm gonna do when school starts I'm going into grade 10 and I tried on my uniform today which still fits and I think looks pretty good but I'm not sure if it will. I just don't want people to notice I gained weight.

I want to speak to a suicide hotline but I don't want to be reported of being suicidal and I definitely don't want my parents to find out. What to do? Please help.

Even if I wanted to tell somebody about my depression and feelings, nobody ever listens. My family never listens to anything I say even if I try to talk to them. It will backfire though, because they will feel bad for not listening when I'm gone.

I honestly feel like the biggest burden in my family. I know that their lives would be a thousand times better without me because I cause all the problems in the family and they never say anything nice to me. I get called "fat" on a daily and I am told to "move my fat ***" by my mom, dad and brother. I just laugh and tell them that their funny which irritates them but inside it really does hurt and I hold back tears a lot. I'm 5"2 and weigh 116 pounds. I heard it's average but I'm not sure. My family says I'm fat and need to move my ads onto the treadmill, which just annoys me because I just want to be left alone and they always bug me about working out and losing weight. I know that suicide will be the cause of my death (I have it planned out to the exact day, month, year, weapon, e.t.c. I feel like such a burden and if I left their life, I bet they would be sad for a bit but then not care. Please don't try to make me feel better because it will not discontinue the continuous hatred that my family feels toward me. They have no idea who the real me is because I always act around them to make things seem better but inside, I'm already slowly committing suicide..

So my parents have somehow recently come to the conclusion that by the time I'm 15 turning 16, I'll have a job. Apparently, I "don't go out", "are not social", and "don''t excessive". Those are their excuses. My brother, turning 18, has never worked a day in his life and doesn't know how to cook, clean, even fold an underwear! I had to teach him a few weeks ago when he attempted to do the laundry. They treat him like a two year old and get him just anything and everything he wants just because they apparently think he's gonna be some amazing superstar soccer player in life.. AS IF! My parents treat him like he's the ducking king of their world and he owns them. And what do I get? **** all! The only reason they want me to work is so I could get out of the house (although I don't even get a chance to bother them as their at work). I honestly cannot wait any longer for school to start. I never wanted it to end! I barely spent any time with my parents which was truly amazing. It's just a matter of time before I'm gone and out of their shitty lives (I suffer from existential depression and I know suicide will be the way I die). They won't even let me work at the place I want! I've told them for a while that if I had to work, I would choose amv, but they refuse and insist that I become a lifeguard (I only need one more level). They basically said that they wouldn't take me and a lifeguard is easy because they won't say no if I have all my levels. They think they know everything..

I feel that I take pretty good care of myself. To put it simply, I love myself. It's not a love where I'm conceited, I just love who I am and want the best for myself. My family, however, disagrees. They believe that since I don't work out regularly, that I have no self-respect. I know that this is completely stupid but my entire family agrees, so should/ could I be taking better care of myself? The only reason I don't work out a lot is because I don't particularly believe that I am fat, so I don't see the need to work out. I have curves on my hips, and when I gain weight, they're the biggest to grow. When I lose weight, however, they're the biggest to shrink, as well. My stomach is not big, it doesn't even stick out, but apparently I don't "care about myself" which is completely absurd. They say that I care more about my hair being straight (I straighten my naturally curly hair) than being thin. I really think it's none of their business (especially my brother), but they'd beg to differ. My question is, basically, is what my family is saying a bit true? I can't argue with them because they'll just argue back harsher and ruder and not listen to me, so thanks if you have suggestion of what I could say to them, but I highly doughty it will work. I am always the targeted one in the family and everything I do is wrong so it doesn't matter what I say because they will get mad because they "don't like my attitude", and just make me do more housework. I can never win..

I feel like I'm just going through the motions, but at the same time, I don't want to live a "normal" life. By that I mean that I already know that there's no point or meaning in life, why live it? I've felt like this for quite some time now and it doesn't scare me because I feel like I know the truth and everyone else is just so delusional. I'm a nihilist and I suffer from mild to severe OCD and severe existential depression. I'm a writer and I honestly feel like my parents don't even care about me and think that I'm going nowhere in life unless I follow my mom's plan of me of becoming a lawyer.My grades are the best out of both my siblings, yet my parents refuse to believe that I will ever become a successful writer regardless of my achievements (second in my entire high school in a writing competition in grade 9, a book that is currently enduring the editing process, several awards in short story competitions).Of course being the middle child, I learned to accept the neglect (though I don't care because I enjoy being alone), but my mom has literally turned to me for everything that needs to be done.For example, I make dinner every night, wash dry and put away the dishes, clean (my siblings do bare minimum), and manage to keep up my grades. I face both suicidal and homicidal tendencies, and I know suicide will be the way I die.This is not a pity thing, because I do not want pity, nor do I pity myself whatsoever.What can I do for life to be a little less unbearable..?

My brother is honestly the biggest follower ever.At home, he's fine (minus our childish sibling arguments), but at school, he's such a jerk!He's two years older than me and we go to the same high school and whenever I pass him in the hallway, he'll literally pretend he doesn't see me when he's with his friends.If he's away from his friends, he'll smirk at me or bump into me purposely in a joking way but we'll laugh about it later.Also, he is very racist and sexist (following his friends).My cousin asked us if we would date a transgender person if we really liked them and I said yes and my brother said flat out no! I know it's not his opinion because if I asked him this two years ago, his answer would be the complete opposite. He just follows his "friends" because he cares so much about popularity.To some, he pretends I'm not his sister because I'm not at all popular. I really don't care, because I don't want them knowing that a follower like him is my brother, but I'd still like them to know that we're siblings if he wasn't like this.He constantly uses racial slurs and when I get mad at him, he just laughs and acts like it's no big deal.Even my parents have told him to stop focusing on popularity all the time and focus on school work, but it either doesn't phase him, or he just acts like it doesn't.We're complete opposites and I just immensely dislike him for being such a follower and only caring about popularity. How do I get him to change? Anything I say does not phase him?

So I decided to watch the conjuring today and I literally only got up to a few minutes due to the loudness of my family and I never thought I'd say this, but I've never been so happy that my family is so annoying. They were so loud that I'm like okay forget this, and I just stopped watching the movie. I was only at the beginning right after the "based off a true story" and the little girl is sitting under the tree. I thought it wouldn't be that bad and from what I saw, it wasn't. However, the only thing that got me was the "based off a true story". I looked up reviews of the movie, and many people agree that it's really scary. Although I didn't watch the movie, I know the storyline. I'm scared and can't fall asleep. Help??

The title is pretty self-explanatory. I think about them a lot, and I think to myself "what would I do if a strange guy or creature thing came in my window and murdered me?" I honestly would just let it happen. This doesn t scare me, though. If anything happened to me, I wouldn t make much of it. I d just think that it s just how it is. Can others relate?