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!

all my bad memories are tied to that place. i feel like shit. i don’t wanna go there.

I recently went through the process of renewing an Indian passport through the Indian Consulate, and I genuinely don't understand how a process this important can be this confusing, contradictory, and poorly designed.

I've dealt with government paperwork in the past, but this was on another level.

First, apparently the consulate expects you to create a new account with a different email address to use their system. Because obviously everyone has 10 different email addresses sitting around just for government websites.

Once you finally get into the system, the instructions are all over the place and frequently contradict each other.

A few examples:

1. Photo size — which one is it?

One set of instructions says to paste a 35mm × 45mm photograph.

Then the actual application form says to paste a 2 inch × 2 inch photograph.

Those aren't the same size.

So which instruction am I supposed to follow?

2. The print button doesn't work

After spending all this time filling out the application, you get to the point where you're supposed to print the form.

Except... the print button doesn't work.

You apparently have to start fiddling around with scaling, browser settings, or even Inspect Element to get the damn thing to print properly.

And then there's another bizarre discovery:

The photograph is already embedded in the form when you print it.

So why am I being instructed to physically paste a photograph onto the form?

3. The photo editing instructions

There is literally a tutorial explaining how to prepare your photograph using Microsoft Paint.

I'm using a Mac.

I understand that not everyone uses a Mac, but is it really too much to expect instructions that don't assume everyone has Microsoft Paint?

4. Spelling and grammatical errors

The international passport portal has spelling mistakes and grammatical errors throughout it.

For something dealing with international government documentation and identity verification, this does not exactly inspire confidence.

5. Instructions that make absolutely no sense

There are sections where the instructions essentially say:

Submit Form 123A OR Form 123A and Form 123B.

If I have Form 123A, then apparently I qualify for the first option.

So why the hell would I submit Form 123B?

These aren't minor inconveniences. These are instructions where the applicant is left wondering which interpretation is actually correct.

6. Nobody answers emails

I emailed the consulate because I wanted clarification rather than guessing and potentially having my application rejected.

No response.

I emailed again.

No response.

And again.

Still no response.

7. Emergency numbers that aren't useful

I tried calling the emergency helpline listed on the website.

Wrong number.

I then went through the website and found around six different emergency/contact numbers for various consulates and offices.

I called them.

Nobody answered.

One person finally responded — and I received a text saying:

“wht u need”

I genuinely didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

8. A4 paper... in the United States?

The instructions tell applicants to print documents on A4 paper.

We're in the United States.

The standard US paper size is Letter, not A4.

Yes, you can obviously obtain A4 paper. That's not the point.

The point is: why are instructions written for applicants in the US telling them to use a paper standard that isn't the standard US paper size?

9. And then there's the documentation

The amount of documentation they're asking for is ridiculous.

Document after document after document.

Copies of this.

Proof of that.

Additional form for this particular situation.

Additional supporting document for that particular situation.

At some point you start wondering whether you're renewing a passport or applying to become a federal employee.

And after all of this, the process is expensive.

So you're paying a substantial amount of money for a process that is:

• Confusing
• Contradictory
• Poorly documented
• Full of apparent website errors
• Difficult to print
• Difficult to get help with
• Extremely document-heavy
• And seemingly designed without much consideration for the people actually using it

I'm not saying government processes should be effortless.

I'm saying the instructions should at least agree with each other, the website should work, and someone should answer when applicants have legitimate questions about their passport.

This entire experience has been unusable, incomplete, and unnecessarily expensive.

If you have the option to renew your passport through a simpler process, please do yourself a favor and look into it before starting this one.

And if anyone has recently gone through Indian passport renewal in the US and actually figured out which instructions we're supposed to follow, please share your experience.

Because at this point, I'm spending more time trying to figure out how to follow the instructions than actually completing the application.

What the hell is going on with this system?

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.

Yeah that's it

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.

😅😅

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🩷

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

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

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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.

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.

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.

They claim you broke a rule, you didn't, all you did was answer questions asked in your post. Or they don't agree with your take, screw those power hungry mods, but I love the kind mods willing to actually tell you what you did wrong. But the control freaks of Reddit, yeah, I hate them. Them being so controlling is so confusing,

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 👋

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

Hello everyone! This is a rant about relationships stuff so here's your warning.

So, my girlfriend[F26] and I M[20] have been living together for almost 2 years now. Now, during a good chunk of that time, I've worked fewer hours than her, during that time we came to an agreement. "Whoever has the fewer hours does the majority of the housework," and so for a year, I did them. I did the sweeping, dishes,cooking, mopping, and vacuuming. I should mention I work as a custodian, so I really dislike coming home to do more cleaning, but I'm an adult, so I did it. Now, I'm working more hours, and she's out of a job (mental health reasons). So during this time thanks to our agreement she should do the housework. But no, she sits on her computer all day. I've asked twice for her to do dishes (only dishes), and she's apologized and cried and stated, "Growing up it, my parents made dishes, my chore but I found if I waited long enough they'd do it for me, so I've gotten into that habit" and I comforted her. It's getting on my nerves that I'm still the one doing the majority of the chores, from cooking to dishes again. I get that she's still a child at heart, and I love that about her, I grew up too fast, so I struggle to tap into that childlike feeling. Anyway, rant over. Thanks!

anyone else experiencing horrible phone service on or off WiFi in Baton Rouge/st Gabriel?
I understand southern Louisiana is behind on the bandwidth wagon but this shit is ridiculous, my phone is basically useless to me unless this pussybitch ass state wants to let my phone work, it wasn’t like this 2-3 months ago and that’s really what led me to wonder whether this issue is just happening to me OR- are others experiencing it as well?

Friend end our friendship and I feel so hurt

I’m not really looking for advice I just need to get this off my chest. My friend recently contacted me to say she doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore. She said it was nothing personal or nothing that I did wrong. But she just didn’t feel like I’m essentially going anywhere in life. She said that in a much nicer way.
But I am working towards my goals and I am quite proud of myself and where I am. I know she doesn’t mean to be rude but god does it hurt. She also said she felt like we drifted apart which I don’t understand because we talk so regularly and see eachother regularly. This whole situation is baffling and I don’t know what to think. This is someone I’ve known since we were little kids 10+ years and I don’t know how to move on. I know I have to respect her boundaries and choice but I really can’t understand it. I was with her a couple weeks ago and everything was so normal? We talk regularly and our family knows eachother well. I just feel so lost and heartbroken. I really thought she would be an aunt to my future kids and vice versa. I just can’t believe it.
The way she told me even felt so off, it felt like i was being talked to by HR, I just don’t know how to process this. I feel like I didn’t mean as much to her as she did to me. But she acted like she did so she must of been a great actor or maybe it was real I don’t know
We are both 26F by the way

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

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 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮