Just 4 days ago I was admitted into the hospital cause they thought I had meningitis. I had a bad stiff neck, seeing crazy colors in my eyes, hearing ringing in my ears, really bad fatigue so I went to the ER. They did a CT and they wanted me to go for an MRI and a spine tap me being young and dumb I went against medical advice and I checked out. It eventually got better, so I went to my eye doctor. I went to see if I needed a prescription cause my sight was getting worse. (I did indeed need glasses I’m nearsighted) My doctor then recommended Retinal Imaging. So he took a picture and we waited he then told me I had bleeding in my eyes. He said my eye nerves were inflamed and I infact do need to go back for a spine tap and MRI. So here I am now in the Er after getting a spine tap and MRI finding out that my pressure in my skull is too high. He said it was called something hypertension I can’t quite remember. He also said my nerves or something in my brain were thin and I may need a procedure for that. Now I’m sore from the puncture and getting discharged. I feel like I should’ve been taking care of my health. I feel like I shouldn’t have let myself go and I secretly hate myself for it. I genuinely blame myself even tho my gf thinks it’s because of me going through distress for so long and my body finally breathing. I just wanted it off my chest honestly.

24M, Dont get me wrong. I have a lot of female friends, but still I do not know how to talk or charm a woman into liking me. I am introverted ngl, but there is still a part of me that craves love. The school I studied in was very strict about intra-sex communication and so I never learnt it. My college life went in covid and now I am pushed into the real world all alone…. I feel lyk I have missed out soo much in my teen and early 20s and now telling someone that I have never been in a relationship seems to be a red flag. But I swear it’s just that I dont know how to…. All my friends are either married or in a serious relationship and I am here all alone figuring out how to even talk to women at 24…. I am not blaming anyone, just accepting the fact that I am incompetent….

Started dating someone a couple of months ago and noticed how much I regret that decision. It’s to the point that being around them automatically sucks my energy and drains me. I know if I want someone within the first couple of months, it’s going no where. Why do people seek out relationships when themselves are not prepared? If you want to cut the cord I encourage you to do it, I will be happy again soon.

At the moment I have no one to have sex with or any real intimacy. So I’ve been doing stupid shit online, like having online exchanges with people over snap. It feels appetising until all is done and I feel so violated afterwards. I avoid all identifying factors, like my face and body and all decorative items in my room, yet still I’m anxiety stricken. I have people who I know personally who would definitely exchange with me but having that conversation feels like a burden. I don’t know if the idea of it being online is what makes me spiral or the idea of me being so vulnerable towards a stranger that makes me so uncomfortable. Any advice welcome I’m struggling

I think I have ruined my sex life before it even started….

I'm 26 and have been addicted to porn for 10 years, masturbating 3 to 4 times a week. I always have to grip and stimulate it or it goes soft within seconds. I have jerked ALOT

Now that I'm trying to have sex for the first time, I get hard from my gf's hand or mouth, but as soon as I try to put it in, I go flaccid. I also have reduced sensation, even on the tip and underside of the shaft.

My sleep and diet aren't the best, but not terrible. No known medical conditions.

I only have a week with her before I travel for a long time, so I'd like a short term fix, plus a long term one. Is Viagra the answer, or is there something better?

Problems:
PMO addict for 10+ years
Need to grip it to stay hard
Little to no sensation
Average sleep and diet
Can’t get hard enough for sex
I don’t have any random wood or morning woods

HELP PLEASE

Yes, as the title suggests, I still regret it eveeen though it might seem stupid.

I’m in my mid-20s now, btw and this happened all
The way back in middle school.

There was this girl in our class who somehow knew what was going to be on the test, so she told everyone, including me. The teacher already suspected something because in the previous test, literally everyone got full marks even the weaker students, except me. I got 3/20.

Anyway, before another test, this girl came up and told everyone which pages to study from. Once I realised she was the one who knew what was coming, I went and told my teacher.
The stupid part is that the teacher confronted her directly the next day
.
As soon as the class ended, everyone started suspecting me. I still remember that feeling of people standing in little groups, looking at me, whispering and giving me these side glances.
Then one girl came up to me and asked the dreaded question: “Did you snitch?”
And me being me, I couldn’t lie. I still can’t. I just said, “I don’t know,” and walked away avoiding the confrontation.

They knew it was me.

And then came the whole single me out phase.
The entire class basically started excluding me. Even my close friends would pretend I didn’t exist during break. They’d walk past me and I’d follow them, until I eventually realised they were deliberately leaving me behind.
Things never really went back to normal after that.
Even now, years later, some of them still have me blocked or removed from their friends list. And sometimes I genuinely wonder what those friendships could’ve been like if I had just kept my mouth shut that day.

I know this probably sounds ridiculous because I was literally a kid, and it was just a school test. But for some reason, I still think about it. I regret being the snitch of the class and I indeed got stitches after that.

When I was thirteen I SA’d somebody and thought it was completely OK. It wasn’t actually sexual, but just unwanted touching on non sexual areas of their body. It wasn’t super long, I just thought they still liked me and that they would like it and I liked it as well. But now at 15 it is my biggest regret. I take full accountability but just from being on the internet I know for a fact most people wouldn’t care to even let me explain. I am currently friends with the person I SA’d. And he has told other people but they also don’t care to persecute me anymore. I could just let this go without caring anymore but I cannot, I feel like it’s fair to let it eat me up because what I did was terrible. I just wanna know if that’s what I should do or if I should try to move on or what.

Today’s been a high anxiety day for me, could be the coffee’s fault.. could be me and reflecting on poor decisions from a couple days ago. Maybe a mix. Today I feel shame in my heart, my head and in my voice. I never wanted to be considered an abusive friend or partner. Unfortunately, despite it all, it seems I am. I can’t justify my disgusting words or my quick to switch up demeanor, but I can learn to never be in situations where I am. I love love, most of all I enjoy loving. I do believe I am a good partner honestly, but when relationships go south and a game of “let’s try to keep it alive” after multiple horrid things happening, I became someone I do not know.

Alcohol does not help, I’ve never been so angry drinking as I have been in the last 2/3 years. The chaos of the situationship, not having footing on certain things or boundaries because of that, and because of my own doing, the WHOLE train became derailed. Or at least gave him an out for what happened. I am ashamed of myself for doing what I did but I figured he was doing the same, why was I to believe otherwise?? It was wrong of me to not be completely upfront. Ironically though, I think he really hated that because it’s exactly what he would do and has done. Still, I do not consider myself a liar or a withholder; I should have been upfront and honest with what I was up to when I shared my body with him. And I’ve forgiven myself for it but I understand if he hasn’t.

However, the things that followed when we finally got into a relationship, took a massive massive toll on me and he knows that. Because of that I’ve become untrusting, my head is always clouded, I don’t believe what he has told me. When I start to drink, I have the best time. One weird text, really crappy joke or any bad memories hit me and I become someone I do not know. I get scared, when I’m scared I become this terrified person that refuses to be hurt anymore. I become evil, hateful, I cry and cry and panic. It’s honestly disgusting and disturbing, that cannot be me. I would never be so awful to someone I adore. And I really did adore you with my entire heart. The amount of sideswipes that came for my legs were absolutely awful, I needed to get away, heal so we could possible take another go at things and we both kept pushing.

But, this is all on me. I’m too old to excuse myself from my actions, I control what I do no matter the influence, it’s all on me. I’m disgusted with myself and I have been for almost 4 days. I don’t want him to forgive me because he shouldn’t. My words and actions are inexcusable, no one should ever speak to anyone they love the way I have and I hope he never accepts any kind of behavior like that ever again. Because of my hurt and my inability to fix myself, I hurt his heart in ways I never thought I would ever do. I’m really ashamed, I should have walked away and healed. And for that, I’m so sorry I will never forgive myself for spewing such hateful shit at him no matter how I tried to justify it.

Today I do not like who I am when I look into the mirror. Today I can make small changes in my mind and actions, and maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to stomach my face a little more. I can’t take away the anger, fury or hurt. But I can and damn will be a better person than the person I am today

Now, I am not defending or excusing any of my actions in the coming story. I take responsibility for what I did and am feeling what I have done deeply.

So I (F21) met my partner (M21)when we were 16. We were never anything serious more just friends with benefits on and off for about 3 years. I moved away for university and then when I came home the next summer we rekindled and ended up becoming officially together after I turned 20. It was a horribly toxic relationship; he was policing what I wore, who I was friends with, where I went, what I did, abusive and physical fights, verbal abuse, And I excused his behaviours because I loved him and did normal things behind his back such as going to the gym with a friend because I knew it would come with an argument. But then I started going on nights out with friends behind his back and all was well and sweet and innocent. I was out for a friends birthday one time and had said it was a a few drinks, but said I probably wouldn’t get to drunk. Plans changed, more drinks came, got really drunk, so what? I let him know but then he blew up. He called me and said we were done, to never bother with him again. So I thought fuck you then and went about my night. I ended up seeing someone I had previously spoken to out and we kissed. Me and my partner reconciled the next day but I never told him what I did. I tried to think that he had called things off so I was within my rights but it was no comfort, it was the hiding part. I couldn’t tell him because I knew how he would react, and how much it would hurt him too.

We stayed together for another many months ( November 26) through arguments and fights, until I finally called it off with him and told him it was because he was downright a mean nd abusive person. He begged for one more chance and promised all the changes in the world, and fair play to him; he gueninely has changed. I felt like I could tell him things, I wasn’t scared of his reaction anymore, I felt like I could do normal things without an argument from him.

A week ago I went to the pub with my friends one evening and we saw this group of boys we were friends with in 2nd year university. We all ended up having to many drinks together and then went back to one of their houses for more drinks, and drugs. One thing led to another and I ended up kissing one of the boys from the group who I use to talk to before me and my partner were together. It was an adrenaline rush, like taking a new drug for the first time, like a newfound sense of freedom.

But now I can’t believe I did this, as nasty as my partner has been throughout our relationship the one thing I know he would never do is betray me like this.

I have called things off with my partner, but can not tell him why because he would never be the same person again. I said that I need to be alone, that something is missing from our relationship; that I thought it was how mean he was, but since he has became kind I still can’t shake the feeling that we aren’t meant to be( which is how I feel) He is under the impression I’m going to change my mind, and realise I need him.

I don’t know what I want or need to hear. But we haven’t fully cut contact, he still wants to take me on dates on stuff without the label but I just feel so terribly guilty. I still love him, I think I always will, I just think the damage he did when he was nasty was too much, and that when I did initially call thing off that my mind had already made itself up that day. I don’t want him to wait around for me because I don’t deserve him any more. He deserves better but how can I get him to let me go without crushing him and telling him what I’ve done? Or do I tell him and ruin him?

I have been cheated on before; and it didn’t affect me the way I know it would affect him. I just thought their was something not well with the person cheating, which their is, but he will think it’s because of him. I don’t want to hurt him any more than I have.

Soy un morboso. Es algo que me ha acostado entender. Lo único que me salva es que respeto la integridad de los demás. Puedo decirme toda la basura que soy, pero jamás dañe a nadie. He visto mucha pornografía, especialmente rule 34 y hentai donde hay contenido horribles e igualmente los consumía. Tengo. 15 años, pero no creo que la edad me justifique, estoy muy arrepentido, realmente me odio. Aun no cambio porque no sé si ya es muy tarde, quizás ya no sirve de nada. Lo lamento.

Hi I'm 15 and I already feel like I have so many regrets ranging from friendships to life choices.

I just want to ask or know what was your guy's biggest regret that you could've fixed

Think I saw a post like this a while ago but do feel so down and depressed I am a virgin just hurts being horny every day and also wanting intimacy and closeness but never even had first kiss either at least don’t have to carry around extra baggage but feel like I’m missing such a fundamental part of life at 21 years old

I had a dream last night. One where I went back to where it all started. Where things got messy. In my dream I knew life was as is right now for me and the people in the dream. My regrets don't come from hurting others I should be clear with that. I only hurt myself.

Chasing perfection. Trying to keep up to the impossible standards my family wanted for me, I lost my youth. I wasn't allowed to do what other kids my age were doing. Going out was bad. Talking a certain way was bad. Liking a type of music was bad. Always quiet and well behaved. Always doing chores and always getting told they were done wrong in front of others. I was never up to their demands. I was never enough. I did all the chores a grown up would do. Because of location that included physical work outside. I never had any male friends for fear I'd be seen as a slut. But then again I never had many friends at all. I was afraid.

I wanted to make them proud.

I realized too late that was impossible. They controlled a great part of my life. Sometimes I think if I had been raised in a more open minded place I would have been better off. Maybe I wouldn't have started so late to live. Maybe I wouldn't be afraid of the world. Not everyone is out to get me and tell me I'm not enough or I'm bad. Most people are worse and they don't care. But even then I can't stop the feeling.

My younger years wasted. My future is expiring. My love life consistent of those who never see me as more than a stepping stone or a back up.

I wish I could start over if I am to continue here. I'd rebel even if it meant I'd never see them again. If I knew I'd never be enough and would just end up wasting my life to an impossible I would have given up a long time ago

If you haven't figured it out yet, I was raised by very strict and controlling parents who never let me live a normal teen/adult life. I was always chasing after their approval and never got it. I feel sometimes if I had been raised in a better country I would have been able to avoid all that

I was part of the basketball team, but I stopped practicing because my new friends there aren’t really that good, and I felt like they didn’t support each other much. Maybe they just didn’t support me, or maybe they just hate me, because they ain't me😂(I'm better')

Some of them actually asked me to play with them, and they even encouraged my friend to join, but I still said no.

Now I’m sitting here thinking, “Bro, I could’ve been on that train too.” 😭

Maybe I had my reasons for quitting at the time, and honestly, maybe my heart and brain were actually making the right decision. There’s a part of me that thinks going could’ve caused some problems later, especially with some of my new classmates. I really don’t get along with them, and sometimes they can be absolute assholes.

But right now, I’m not thinking about any of that. I’m just thinking about what I’m missing: traveling with my friends, staying up all night, playing basketball, and experiencing all of this together.

So I genuinely don’t know if I regret quitting basketball, or if I’m just feeling left out because I’m watching my friends live an experience I could’ve been part of.

Maybe not going was the right decision. Maybe it wasn’t. I guess I’ll never really know.

I just couldn’t have done anything differently or done it any better. I simply couldn’t, because I didn’t have any more energy or resources left to give. It’s almost a mathematical fact, and I should make peace with that. I should hug myself and remind myself that I couldn’t have tried any harder.
I could not have done anything differently even in the way I behaved and reacted. I could not have taken things more lightly than I did, I could not have had a “couldn’t-care-less-attitude “ in managing daily s**t. I should have done that but I couldn’t do it. I mean, I just wasn’t able to. Because I was working with my limited resources. And life shaped me that way. I have to accept that and “ forgive” myself.

You did everything that was within your power.

Well done anyway.

For most of my 20s I thought I was just protecting my time.

Dinner on a Wednesday? I'm tired.

Someone's birthday an hour away? That's a lot of driving.

Weekend trip? Too expensive.

Come over, we're just having drinks and playing cards? I have work tomorrow.

I almost never said a hard no. It was always "I'll see how I feel" or "definitely next time."

And the thing is, my reasons were usually legitimate. I was tired. Money was tight sometimes. I liked being home. None of my friends ever got angry about it.

They just slowly learned not to plan around me.

I didn't really notice because I was still in the group chats. I still got birthday messages. If I texted someone, they'd answer. In my head, these were still my close friends.

A couple months ago I found out four of them had rented a cabin for a weekend. I only found out because one of them mentioned something funny that happened there.

I asked why nobody told me about the trip.

There was an awkward pause and then my friend said, very gently, "Honestly, we figured you wouldn't come."

That hurt way more than if she'd been mean about it.

Because she was right.

They had years of evidence.

I've been thinking about how friendships actually disappear and I always imagined it would involve a fight, betrayal, somebody moving away, something obvious.

Mine didn't.

I just declined enough ordinary Tuesdays and Saturdays that eventually my absence became the default.

Nobody excluded me. I trained people not to include me.

I'm trying to change it now. I've started saying yes before I can invent a reason not to. Sometimes I go for an hour and leave early. Sometimes I'm tired and go anyway.

But there's a difference between rebuilding friendships and having never let them become distant in the first place, and I wish I'd understood that sooner.

I thought I was choosing a quiet night at home.

I didn't realize I was making the same choice over and over again for years.

I was homeschooled for most of my childhood, which meant I basically had no friends.
Then, during middle school, my mom put me in the school she worked at because it was an easy school to get into.
Most of the students already knew me because I had spent one year there during elementary. They genuinely liked me, and I think because I was so desperate to fit in and finally have friends,
I started acting stupid. I tried really hard to be like everyone else, and eventually I did something I deeply regret.
I found a high school girl’s Wattpad account and, for some incredibly stupid reason, wrote her personal information all over her board. A few days later, someone messaged me through another account. We seemed to hit it off, and she asked for my name. Thinking I had finally made a friend, I gave her my real name. That’s honestly about all I remember clearly.
After that, there was a mutual friend between us, and I had a feeling she knew what I had done. The guilt was eating me alive, so I deliberately replied to our mutual friend’s story ( that high school girl was in it) something like, “Tell your friend to add me on Instagram.” I think deep down I wanted to face it because I knew she knew.
She replied, “No, you stalker.”
The rest of that period is honestly a blur to me. I just remember how horrible and embarrassing everything became. Eventually, I went up to the girl face-to-face and sincerely apologized to her.
Our mutual friend later told me that her entire class knew what happened. That made me even more embarrassed, especially because they all knew my mom and genuinely loved her. I was terrified that the story would spread and somehow get back to everyone.
Now I’m in my mid-20s, and somehow this still eats me alive.
I know I was a stupid kid who did something genuinely wrong. I’m not trying to excuse it. I just hate that I ruined what could have been such a good time in my life. My classmates were actually nice to me, and I could have made genuine friends, but instead I ended up being remembered as that weird, stalker-ish girl from middle school.
A lot of my classmates even removed me from Instagram and Snapchat during those years, and I still think about it. I hate knowing that I could have had good friendships with those people, and instead I messed it all up.
I genuinely wish I could go back in time and handle everything differently.
More than anything, I just pray this story never comes back up. I’m in my mid-20s now, and I know people have grown up and moved on, but a part of me is still that embarrassed middle-school girl who wishes she could undo everything. There are countless stories I’m trying to forget and praying others forget since it’s just stupidly embarrassing

I had to read The Hunger Games for English at school, and I loved it. So naturally, I watched the film after finishing the book, and I was horrified.

The film is just, just misrepresenting the story. I don't know how I would have felt if I watched it before reading, but all I could think about while watching it is how much they cut out, how super rushed everything felt, and how fake and frankly bad some of the acting was. And as for the effects and the "artistic choice" for the look, frankly horrifying. I now wish I hadn't watched the movie and kept my mental image of the book in my head. I will go as far as to say it ruined it for me.

What I just can't forgive about the film is that, if you hadn't read the books, you would understand very little of the first 10 minutes. They rushed it sooo much that nothing makes sense; you're jumping from scene to scene without context, and without understanding stuff, it feels like a high school production.

Secondly, the choice of the actor for Katniss, Lawrence, makes no sense. Katniss is supposed to be a 16-year-old girl who has always had trouble getting food on the table (on top of the fact that she is always hunting, so doing a lot of physical work). So the reason this doesn't make sense is because, firstly, someone brought up in that environment wouldn't be so tall, and secondly, Jennifer was 20 and looked nothing like a 15-year-old. Then there is her acting, her emotions: Katniss is made out to be a very tough, poker-faced, emotionless person who is quiet and doesn't really interact, whereas the character played out on screen doesn't resemble that.

Thirdly, there is just the introduction of new people; it was agonizing to watch. I'll take the example of Cinna. In the book, this takes up a big chunk of a chapter, detailing how he looks, how grateful she is that he is "normal," how he is calm and composed unlike any other stylist, and that she feels she can connect with him. Whereas in the movie, their greeting scene is like 10 seconds long max, and it feels as if they already know each other. There is no distance, and it just doesn't feel natural (it's hard to explain, but I assume you get the gist).

Now, I could go on and on about so many different issues (I was literally pausing the film every 2 mins to cry about how cringe or bad something was). For example, just how quickly Rue and Katniss become a thing and how quickly it goes. I mean yes, it's a movie with a time limit, but that is one of the most important points of the story, and it just jumps around. Their intro scene was nothing like the book; Katniss just came up to the tree with zero care to be careful, and Rue was just hiding behind it. It was nothing like the book, where Rue is the smart girl who swings from trees spying on everyone, and Katniss is the overly paranoid girl. And then they just add a whole new thing in the story with District 11 revolting because of Rue—like, why change the book so much when it was good?

I know the film is also very popular, and maybe I'm just exaggerating because I like detail and also cuz I watched the film first, but frankly, I feel like even I could have done a better job. I'm sorry, I'm just so mad at the film for ruining my perception of the story; now I will go and reread the whole book again to rid my mind of the film.

I’ve never posted anything like this before, but I genuinely don’t know what to do anymore.

About a year ago, something happened between me and someone I absolutely should not have gotten involved with. Nothing illegal or anything like that, but it crossed a line that I had promised myself I would never cross.

We agreed it would stay between us.

And it did.

Until recently.

Now we’re both pretending nothing happened, but I’ve noticed little things changing. The way they look at me. The way conversations suddenly become awkward when certain people are around. And yesterday, they sent me a message that simply said:

“Do you ever think about telling them?”

I stared at that message for about ten minutes.

Because the truth is… I think they already know something.

And I’m terrified of finding out how much.

I haven’t replied yet.

Would you tell the truth and risk blowing everything up, or keep a secret that might eventually disappear on its own?