The thread for flipping shits (and tables)

"If you are gay, you will get AIDS, and you deserve to die*." - Mother Dearest

*This is somewhat stronger in the original Cantonese.

Getting out of here is becoming a Sisyphean affair. My resolve cannot crack, yet I feel a guilt in the impending departure - but there seems to be roadblocks coming at me from every direction; the bank won't link up to a PayPal account, and paying for it directly throws up the insurmountable obstacle that it requires SMS confirmation - and here I am, in a country where my Australian phone refuses to even roam. I can't wire money from the money I've been paid into my Australian account, not in the timeframe I've got left. What the hell have I been working for? Staying for?

All I can think about is how much I'm going to hurt them.

And how much I'm hurting now.

Is this never going to end?

Will I ever stop the heartache in the void where my family used to be?

I need help. I need to call on everyone who said they could help. I was hoping to be able to handle the tickets myself (in case identity verification at the airport is a thing) but it seems like all the avenues in that direction are exhausted. I need someone to help me get out. I need to get out.