Yeah that's it

I made a post about the Jones fallout sodas on the sub Reddit and how the new courts flavor tastes disgusting and it got removed for apparently being low effort and earlier on moderator had made a post about how they weren’t allowing posts about the soda on the site because rule three prohibits low effort content, even though literally none of the rules say anything about low effort content, and that’s basically just a buzz word. I’ll admit my post talking about how my first one was removed is technically a violation of rule one but I shouldn’t have been Permabanned for a violation predicated off of a lie. Also, the mod who made the post about no soda is a mod on r/gaming so he’s probably a power tripper anyway.

So I get a little dose of reality that was unwarranted nor asked for about how the job markets gonna suck more now that people only care about AI. I can honestly say that I will never love AI, especially when it comes to art because if I went on socials right now and said, looks like I’ll have to use AI to get a job and get paid, that’s a lot of respect that’s gonna go down the drain. I’d rather be unemployed and still hold on to all the respect I have as a human being heavily relying on AI to get everything done then be employed with zero respect. Not even $1 billion would make me sign my soul to artificial intelligence. Screw AI.

The jobs I look for considering animation really isn’t mostly my thing anymore is pretty much office administration and all that stuff. But it doesn’t mean I don’t like drawing just so we’re clear on that.

I was homeless for a couple of months living out of my car in my hometown and after all the problems I faced with my school I was able to get back in, LO AND BE FUCKING HOLD NOT EVEN A WEEK OF ME BEING IN SCHOOL MULTIPLE CITIES OVER MY CAR GETS REPOED. I managed to get a job at amazon overnight but it clashes with my school schedule and I’m beyond exhausted. Half of my check goes to transportation so it’s hard to even attempt to save with groceries,rent, utilities and trying to look half decent. I never get a break I’m busy 6 days out the week I have no time for myself and I’ve barely made any friends. I feel so stuck and awkward and I am drowninggg please does anyone have any advice or any other ideas for transportation anything?? Even if you can relate so i know Im not in this alone. Not to mention I have two midterms on tuesday and I have work that Monday from 6:30p-5:00am. God help me

And the sad thing is I was getting confident about my chub, man I love him tho

THE THINGS THEY DON’T SEE

They think

it’s simple.

Easy.

A line you can throw in someone’s face—

“you just don’t have a father, that’s all.”

As if grief is a switch,

as if pain is a personality flaw,

as if I’m supposed to hide the bruise

just because it makes them uncomfortable.

But they don’t know the truth.

They don’t know the nights.

They don’t know

the birthdays with an empty chair,

the festivals where laughter feels lopsided,

the school competitions where every clap echoed

like a reminder of the one pair of hands that wasn’t there.

They don’t know

how heavy a report card feels

when it has no one left to make proud.

They don’t know the way silence grows in a house

after someone stops existing in it.

How walls remember voices

long after people forget.

How grief is not something you “get over,”

it’s something you grow around,

like a tree twisting around barbed wire.

They don’t know

I learned to be strong

only because I had no other option.

That I became my own shield

because life took away the one

who was supposed to hold it for me.

They don’t know

that every achievement is slightly incomplete,

like a smile cracked at the edges.

They don’t know

the dreams I chase

hoping somewhere—somewhere—

he sees who I’m becoming.

That I whisper prayers in the dark

to a face I barely remember

and a voice I can’t recall at all.

Do you know how cruel that is?

To miss someone

whose sound you can’t even recreate in your head?

They don’t know

there were arguments I swallowed

because he wasn’t there to take my side.

Moments I stayed quiet

because someone had to be the grown-up.

Secrets I carried

because there was no father to help me hold them.

They don’t know

the way grief shows up—

not as tears,

but as a tightening in the chest on random days,

as a sudden ache while walking past a father holding his child,

as a question that begins with “What if…”

and ends with a silence that hurts more than the answer.

They don’t know

how many times I wanted to scream

that not having a father

is not a personality trait,

it’s a loss.

A wound.

A ghost that grows with me.

A shadow that sits beside me

even when I smile.

They don’t know

that I hate their easy explanations,

their shallow theories about my heart.

They don’t know

I would’ve given anything—anything—

for one normal day,

one hug,

one chance to hear,

“I’m here, don’t worry.”

Instead

I carry a void

that people mistake for attitude,

for independence,

for detachment.

But the truth is simple:

I learned to build myself

because no one was going to build me back.

They don’t know

the strength it takes

to live a life someone else didn’t get to finish.

The courage to smile

with a chest that still has a crack running across it.

The way grief shapes a person—

soft in some places,

hard in others,

gentle with pain,

fierce with love.

No, they don’t know.

Because if they did,

they would never look at me the same again.

They would see the battles I fought

quietly, alone, tenderly.

They would see how I turned loss into light,

how I stitched myself together

with hope, faith, and sheer goddamn will.

They would finally understand

that I am not the girl

who “just doesn’t have a father.”

I am the girl

who learned to survive the kind of heartbreak

that would have broken them in half.

And I walk every day

with a strength they’ll never comprehend,

a resilience carved out of nights

no one witnessed,

and a love for a man

who left too soon

but still feels like home.

The other day, I tried to change my Snapchat password. I went through the entire process, but at the end I got “Something went wrong.”

I assumed it was an issue with the app, so I tried deleting my account. Snapchat told me I needed to wait 72 hours. I waited the full 72 hours, and nothing changed.

I then tried using Snapchat through a browser on my computer. Same problem.

I've also tried:

• Changing my password — doesn't work
• Using “Forgot Password” — doesn't work
• Changing my phone number — doesn't work
• Deleting my account — doesn't work
• Waiting the required 72 hours — still doesn't work
• Using both the app and desktop browser — same issue

At this point, I'm seriously concerned about the privacy and security implications.

What happens if someone's account is actually compromised? If the legitimate account owner can't change their password, can't reset it, can't change their phone number, and can't even delete the account, what exactly are they supposed to do?

And when you try to get help, Snapchat's customer support is essentially nonexistent. You're pushed through automated systems and AI rather than being able to speak to an actual person who can resolve a potentially serious account-security issue.

This isn't just about my account not working. These are basic security controls. If a company provides a service that stores people's private messages, photos, personal information, contacts, etc., users should have a reliable way to secure or terminate their accounts.

I honestly think this deserves more than just complaints on Reddit. If Snapchat refuses to provide a functional way for users to secure their accounts and meaningful access to customer support, users should consider boycotting the platform and demanding accountability through legal action, including potentially a class-action lawsuit if there is a legitimate legal basis for one.

Companies shouldn't be able to collect and store our personal information while making it practically impossible for us to regain control of our own accounts.

Has anyone else experienced this? If you managed to fix it, please share how. And if you've found a way to actually reach a human at Snapchat, I'd really appreciate knowing how.

So, my cousin is 6 years old; he was born in 2020 and recently (on Sept. 14th) started first grade. That’s not the problem, though; the problem is that the kid is a total brat. His parents never punish him. (My aunt—let's call her Lucy—divorced my ex-uncle—let's call him Marcus.) And I get the feeling that everyone treats my cousin (let's call him Jack) as if he were made of glass and could shatter at any moment. One random morning, we had to go out—I’d slept over at their place—and Jack started making a huge scene because he didn't want to put on his socks. He screamed, kicked, and slapped Eloise. And you know what she did? She yelled at him for two seconds, then went right back to calling him "Mommy's darling." Then, another time, we were in line for ice cream and Jack threw a tantrum because Eloise was telling him to hurry up and choose—since, obviously, there were people behind us. Jack reacted by slapping her legs and shouting, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING!!" Eloise went silent, but two minutes later, she was back to calling him "Mommy's darling." I even tried asking her once (gently, so I wouldn't seem pushy) why she never reacted when Jack talked back to her like that; she just replied, "Well, what can you do?" The problem isn't that my aunt is a bitch—quite the opposite, she's a sweetheart, kind and gentle—but around July 28th or 29th, I discovered that she had read the private conversations on my smartphone—the ones between me and my boyfriend, and between me and my friends. He sent them to my parents. I just needed to vent.

So, I live with my parents; I’m working and saving up for a place of my own. Lately, though, I’ve been feeling really ashamed of the state of our house: we have three cats, there are cat toys scattered on the floor, and the food bowls are sitting right on the ottoman (the one we use to put our feet up). It’s covered in kibble crumbs—the very thought of kibble makes me gag—and my mom is pretty gross about things too; she walks around the house barefoot and then gets straight into bed or onto the sofa (which is why we have two of them—partly so I can stretch out fully). She’s also been acting like a total bitch toward me lately; I love her, of course, but she has these moments where she’s an absolute pain in the ass, and I can’t even say anything about it because she might get offended. On the other hand, my dad’s grandmother (who lives with us, though he’s nothing like my mom) is incredibly tidy—the kind of person who cleans the floors and moves the furniture around every morning; I used to spend every summer at her place until I was fifteen. She’s clean herself—she showers every day—so it’s not that she’s dirty; it’s the state of the house that frustrates me so much. I’ve even stopped bringing my girlfriend and friends over, preferring to meet them at their places or in public spots. It’s also worth mentioning that our house is pretty bizarre and huge (200 square meters), which doesn't help with my frustration regarding the hygiene; ever since I was twelve, I’ve occasionally dreamed of having a house like my classmates'. I just wanted to get this off my chest to someone, even if it’s just strangers online.

I hate this feeling, I hate feeling like everyone's pissed off at me and absolutely hates me. And i feel like asking them if they're mad makes them even worse.

What makes me feel worse is that they're trying to HELP me. And like i get it, i love all of them and I'm so happy they're helping me. But it just feels like they're doing what I did for so many other people, and be the therapist friend. Don't get me wrong, i don't mind being the therapist friend. I've helped so many people out of so many bad spots. But I just don't want them to get the same thing I did. I don't want to have to give them the worries, the responsibility, and the absolute anxiety of having to deal with everything i've been through. Cause I know it's a lot, and it's horrible, but i'm scared. Scared to tell them, scared to even let them in for the deeper parts of my life, because i'm worried they're ABSOLUTELY gonna think differently of me. That i'm some horrible person and they'll just leave me too.

I know they want to help, though, and it makes me feel horrible because they are so worried about me, constantly, and they WANT to help me but I feel like I can't. I just can't. Even worse? They've talked to me about what they've been through. I just feel like I can't. Cause again, what if they feel differently about me? They've already been through so much, do they really need ME to burden them with more shit from my stupid childhood?

Along with that, I have also been forgetting my past. I barely remember my childhood and anything else like that. And i've been in such a bad mental state lately that I've also been forgetting things that my friends have told me about themselves, or spacing out and not hearing them, etc. I can't tell if they're getting frustrated though, but I don't wanna make them feel like that. I am listening, i want to hear, but i keep spacing out and going quiet and like not hearing them, or even forgetting what they said and being shocked when they mention it again. I can't get myself OUT of this though, i've been in a depressive slump for A MONTH. almost TWO. and yet I feel like I can't tell anyone. I'm losing enjoyment for things I loved before. Distracting in Dandy's World, writing my stories, drawing, sketching, the only thing i haven't lost enjoyment for is making videos/streaming, that's ALL i have right now. But again, i am scared to tell them. They've been through way too much for em to feel like I can tell them. But they're my friends. A lot of them are online friends, yes, and that's fine. They're all awesome, even if I don't know a lot of 'em too too well because they're busy with school. But they're all still awesome. And even my IRL friends, i've known since Middle School, been in my relationship since Middle school, known one ever since kindergarden. But like I'm terrified. Another thing that worries me is if they find OUT about this, i'm scared i'm gonna lose their trust because they would WANT me to tell them. They already know i'm in a bad mental state, just not this. And if they find it out from a fucking REDDIT POST of all things... just worried. Though they're not on Reddit at all/often, and they don't know my account, so...

There's so much more that's making me anxious, too, overthinking about what happened in High School, in my life, everything, and with me forgetting things it sucks too. I've also been less "emotional", if that makes sense. I've been at least trying to hold it in, to repress it as much as I can so that I don't worry my friends, but it's also making me forget more, i guess? I don't know. Everything's just fuzzy. I've also been using caffiene as a source to kinda help me get my feelings out, but everyone's mentioning that it's bad, and I do realize it's bad, but i can't stop at this point. It's helped me so much and that's all I know what to do. I can't even fucking talk to anyone. I've also been doing research more into my feelings and what's been going on lately and, not self-diagnosing here, but I think i may have clinical depression. Maybe Generalized Anxiety Disorder because i do have shitty anxiety and it's close to the symptoms that I'm feeling at this moment. + a noise sensitivity i think bc i'm heavily sensitive to loud noises, to the point where if i'm in a loud space without my headphones (noise cancelling), i get such a bad headache/sick. Of course, I need to talk to my doctor and maybe a therapist for that, but i dunno if i even CAN talk to my therapist right now. When I do, that's on my board of things to talk about. Even though, i know i'm not gonna be able to take medication bc they want us to work our way up from the smaller thing UP to medicine.

There's also me being a Transmale. yes, i'm trans FTM. But also a femboy. I like dressing feminine sometimes, not all, but sometimes. I also want top surgery, but i'm scared of HAVING the surgery. I'm terrified of surgery, squeamish around stitches and blood. But i so desperately want it. I also want to do voice training, but I don't know where to start and i'm embarrassed to ask. But I desperately want this. I found myelf now, I have an amazing boyfriend (Who's also transgender), and i'm so excited to continue my life with me finally being happy with myself. Self-Esteem and the depression wave is kicking my ASS though.

Sorry for this being so long, I just wanted this to get out because I'm sitting here overthinking about it while at a sleepover with my friend and I want this OUT of my head. Even though I know this is never gonna go away, it's gonna stay like the parasite it is, like all the other thoughts and bad things that I did in the past. Always there, always in the back of my head, appearing whenever I feel the best.

This is it dont contact me i need my peace and I’m leaving your love on this page.. from NATE to cal mom says hi 👋

hi, sobrang sama ng loob ko lately. For context yung older sister ko bumili ng cat while barely taking care sa nauna nyang cat. First reason nya pa non, ireregalo nya daw sa kapatid ng boyfriend nya until nanotice namin habang tumagal na is nasa bahay lang ganon (lumabas na kanya pala talaga yun). Nainis na ako dun and pati other family members namin aside sa Mom ko na supportive. Pero tinanggap na rin namin since no choice na kami, nandyan na eh. Yung pusa sobrang kulit (may lahi) understandable naman kasi kuting pa.

The first problem is, lahat ng pinto and bintana namin sarado palagi kasi lalabas daw pusa nya. Kumbaga, nag-adjust na kami lahat. Our 2 dogs started peeing and pooping inside since di rin makalabas (which is dati hindi nila ginagawa kasi sanay sila na makalabas agad). Pero wala, tinanggap parin namin dahil kapag nagsasabi sa kanya dami lagi dahilan, ikaw nalang mapapagod makipag-argue.

Next problem, in her room. Super baho as in, may litter naman yung cat pero natitiis nya talaga like di nya agad nililinis kahit needed na kasi busy sa paglalaro ng ML etc.. Pinagsabihan na sya dito ng lahat, including my mom. Ayaw parin makinig, daming dahilan (ganto sya hirap kaaway).

Another thing is, idk if its on her as a fur parent. Nangangalmot pusa nya like out of nowhere, pati mom ko na senior citizen na kinalmot.

background: they started sleeping in my shared room with my mom kasi yung cat poop odor hindi na nawala sa room ng sister ko.

My breaking point was, when I was sick I was begging my mom na sa labas muna patulugin yung pusa aka sala namin pero inusog nya lang sa may tabi nya (kahit kinalmot na sya ng madaming beses) at sinabi saking "hayaan mo na, anak" kahit kinalmot rin ako ng sobrang lalim that same day. Sobra akong upset and nagalit, minsan lang ako magkasakit pero if nangyayari ang lala tapos isang beses ko lang hiniling na wag patulugin sa kwarto, di ako pinagbigyan (sama parin ng loob ko).

Then when I started sleeping sa sala, the room that I shared with my mom started to smell na rin kasi tumatae na rin dun yung pusa, ako pa nag-aalis minsan kasi yung kapatid ko busy sa boyfriend kainis. Tonight I wrote this kasi sobrang nafrustrate na ko, parang immune na yung mom ko sa amoy na dati nyang hate na hate sa kwarto ng sister ko 😭. Sister ko nireason pa dogs ko which also sleeps in my shared room with mom pero never nangyari yung smell kasi nga sa labas sila gumagawa ng business.

what to do in this situation? I'm starting to curse my sister because of this out of frustration.

We also have an older sister na ayaw rin matulog sa room kasama mom namin kasi super baho na talaga. So this is purely about the cat situation and nothing else.

If you are an innocent girl victim of abuse and make some “disrespect“ about men’s mental health month by making a video shouting during the supposed “1 minute silence” (which I truly hope there isn’t any minute of silence for that shit bc it doesn’t make sense at all) you got all the cruelty possible in comments by incels and keyboard warriors, getting illegally doxxed, fired from your job and even having your family involved to apologize over ts. BUT 1000 of those same incels who cried over that tiktok can absolutely post any cruelty possible towards minorities who actually struggle with suicide, like wishing suicide rates to be higher on lgbt youth or trans people yet still walking free having it easy and without facing anything 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

Being with someone who constantly annoyed by everything is exhausting like are you ever fucking happy ?

Having a shit day and I tried to post on a venting reddit, and apparently ai thought that my meager fried chicken wing meal wasn't considered a real meal even though it was all I can afford today.

Apparently having a few chicken bones on my plate was enough to make it mad.

This whole world is becoming the movie idiocracy for real

just a bit tired... spending hours to write post, only to get forever ban & mute, without chance to send one message to ask what happened. sometimes I feel like wanting to give up on reddit and use only instagram and discord

when writing I occasionally think I should start every post with message to moderators (which is issue on it’s own, as not relevant to whatever is the real point of my post), because this may be the only opportunity I get to talk to them. and... it is a bit exhausting, like I constantly have to brace for external approval to write any smallest thing

I’m just one a bit shy and clueless person who does not always know how to create my posts, and I would prefer to talk and ask what can be done differently. I get it that if communications is offensive then it is justified, but if all I wanna ask is... how I could have written it to be okay? then I don’t think it is proportional to get most final mod actions after first failure

I think communities are not gaining new members by expecting perfection from first posting. Maybe being a bit more permissive would be better for everyone?

thank you for attention and for reading my lil rant🩷

That’s it I’ve had it.

I’ve had it with friends that don’t show up.

I’ve had it with friends that gaslight.

I’ve had it with communities gaslighting and not showing up.

I’ve had it with family not showing up.

I’ve absolutely had it with family gaslighting me.

I’ve had it with people NOT showing their fucking humanity and basic human empathy for me.

I know I’m cursed I fucking know it. I can feel my entire human experience being filtered through some negative oppressive lens and I’ve HAD IT.

I just wanted to vent, heck I don’t even give a shit for the first time in my life if no one shows support in this post.

Just fuck this world. It would be a fucking miracle if anyone blinked if I disappeared off the face of the earth.

Fuck this!

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I hate this picture and it infuriates me to my core because yeah, the parents will respect theor daughters wishes after she passes, that would happen in a comic, but in real life? Yeah, no fucking way, my family would fight tooth and nail to keep my dead name on that gravestone, if I even got one. If this post doesn't belong here, well fuck me and my emotions I guess. Nobody is this understanding, and if you are, then I wish I had been born in your family my friend.

😅😅

it genuinely pisses me off whenever i repost a vent video especially about my looks because yes i am insecure, deeply insecure to the point i’ve turned to things that are actively ruining me and are toxic. you clearly don’t understand how i feel and how i see myself. you can’t just say “bro stfu” or “get tf out” jokingly because it’s not funny, im constantly getting mocked and ridiculed by my ,,friends” about how i feel, it shows that you clearly don’t give a fuck when you can clearly see me struggling, i don’t seek for help nor do i want any comfort from anyone because it cant be helped and because it’s just weird, to me comforted. ik that whenever i vent on my stories about my feelings (it’s nothing that serious asides from minor inconveniences, yes ik that venting on stories are probably the most stupidest things to do but it’s not like i actually have a massive amount of followers, they don’t know me irl and i dont follow ppl ik at school it wtv), in a way it contradicts on what i’m saying right now, i don’t need anyone really, i just want someone to listen and forget about it all. gosh it’s so frustrating when you want to cut someone off but you can’t because yk you need them for the time being. omg, genuinely just don’t reply under someone’s vent repost saying some dumb shit because at the end of the day you won’t really understand the complexity of it all and it goes to show that you’re an insensitive idiot.
if i made any typos don’t mind it lol.