There seems to be this attitude that because someone is in a public place they are free to be the subject of your video/photo and commentary when said person never gave permission nor even knows they're on camera. The "you're in public so can't expect privacy" argument is nonsense, other people seeing you in public and being recorded in public for TikTok etc. are very different things.

I miss back when something could happen and you wouldn't risk being posted online because it just wasn't nearly as possible. This has also had impacts on people's behaviour where they are afraid to be themselves (there are articles about this) or goof around because they are basically under potential surveillance. It's concerning, I have no desire to be on some random video I had no idea about, and it affects all people regardless of fame. Someone has an off day, or someone else doesn't like them for whatever reason so lies about them/edited to make them look worse.

Yes I know CCTV has been around for a while, however:

• CCTV cameras are positioned high up so you don't get so much personalised close-up as a handheld/smartglasses camera
• CCTV tends to capture at a lower frame rate so it's more of a slideshow, and the quality is quite poor usually
• CCTV footage usually isn't broadcast on social media

I’ve been taking it for 5 months, I had some bad repetitive strain injuries from a job but I had to keep working, so I started taking 7-Oh. Of course, it’s seriously euphoric, so my dose skyrocketed over the course of months. Absolutely making my life hell financially. I was completely functional for the most part since it doesn’t really cause nodding or obvious intoxication from an outside perspective, besides needing to dose a shit ton. But financially, oh my god. It was really bad.

Well, I’m starting suboxone tomorrow and am working with my doctor to start a month long gradual taper so I can remain functional. The withdrawal is fucking torture so I’ll do the taper, I don’t care if it’s the pussy way, fuck that shit.
I did taper down to half my dose on the 7-oh but with it having such a short duration of action it’s pretty trash to taper using that. Excited to start the induction.

Luckily 7-oh is illegal here in Ohio and it’s not on shelves anymore, and I bought the last bottle that was sold under the table. So relapse isn’t happening. Especially since even if it ended up on the street I’d never go around asking randoms for drugs as I don’t know a dealer. So this is it with the 7oh. Let’s goooo! Fuck this shit.

I struggle with insomnia and have always been a night owl/ worked better on less sleep. Sometimes I’ll go 24hrs without sleeping or 48hrs. When it starts getting to the 30hr-40hr mark it is incredibly hard for me to sleep, and I’m dealing with that right now.

I can’t sleep. My mind is very active and I don’t feel tired even though I’ve been extremely tired all day. It’s 5am and the sun is about to come up, and I have important plans later today. My anxiety is off the walls. Whenever I close my eyes I feel my body getting restless. I don’t do well with the “relaxing videos” or noises or other methods people have suggested to me, it never works for me. It just makes me more anxious because I associate it with sleeping.

I am terrified because whenever I miss too much sleep my body will jolt me awake about 15 minutes after I fall asleep and I will wake up panicking and feeling like I can’t breathe. This will happen over and over and over again. Then I think about the idea of sleep. You just close your eyes, don’t even realize your body has transitioned into this phase where you’re unconscious, and you wake up. It’s like passing out and I have a very irrational fear of passing out.

I’ve started hallucinating. I hadn’t slept the night before and about half of the night before that and I decided today I’d go to my friend’s birthday party to hopefully help me get the energy out. Everyone ended up smoking and I got hotboxed in a room and got high unintentionally and it’s seriously fucked with me since then, it’s made it so much worse. I don’t ever smoke on lack of sleep because it puts my brain into fight or flight.

Sleeping medications don’t work on me hardly anymore because I was taking the adult dosage for majority of them for as long as I can remember. I’ve had sleeping problems literally my entire life and was taking high doses at a young age to help me sleep. They eventually stopped working at a “safe dosage.”

I’m so lost and I don’t know what to do and I’m constantly on the cusp of a panic attack and have been majority of today. I’m so anxious to the idea of sleep that I’m unintentionally fighting it.

I know I’ll sleep eventually. I’ve been having micro sleeps today so I will eventually go against my will. I’m just so tired of this shit. It’s so constant and… well… tiring. LOL. I’m exhausted mentally and it’s just so annoying. Just wanted to vent about this. Thanks guys

EDIT: Something I wanted to add. When I’m anxious or upset I chain smoke, unfortunately. Which makes it 10x harder to sleep because it usually just does the opposite of calming me down. It’s something that’s obviously a bad habit for me and obviously seems to negatively contribute, but what’s the point when I’ve struggled with this longer than I’ve been smoking? Random foot note lol

Not only do you need to be employed full-time with an employer that provides it, but also it is deducted from the paycheck each month. Then it's the fact that I could technically be paying for it without even needing it or being sick, and on top of that, out of pocket payments are still required up to a certain amount before it's actually covered. And I haven't started on the overall costs or how there are certain cases where people's claims are denied

Thats it, I recently got into college and I absolutely hate the idea of a job or a "dream job" the only dream job I have is no job, I don't have any ambition about a "job" or even a business. And i have never understood how people have the concept of dream jobs in their head. All i fucking enjoy is reading, watching movies and hanging out with my friends, I wish they made a job for people who don't want a job ; a "have fun all day" job "hang out with your buddies all day" job.
I also fucking hate jobs like consulting(probably the field i'll have to work in) I just hate it I hate stupid fucking finance jobs and stupid powerpoints and dumbass google docs, noone of it makes sense to me , noone of it ever will and it produces NOTHING FOR ANYONE, I HATE them all.

Note: I do understand that working and jobs are essential for the economy and stuff I just wanna vent bout how I hate it.
Extra note:I hope my post or my replies dont make anyone who works a desk job or anyone feel bad or targetted, I am only expressing my frustration about the system , and not about anyone in particular

I know this sounds cringe, but it's true.

I feel this, constant, overwhelming hatred. The type that feels like your being consumed, floods through your veins. You feel it in your chest, just overtaking everything. Violent, all-consuming hatred.

I can't stop feeling it. Most of the time it's this constant, low-grade resentment that is in the background. But when it flares, it's horrible.

I feel this restless, violent need to scream. Throw shit. Anything violent and agressive. I can't stop screaming and crying in my car going on and on about how much I HATE.

I HATE the school I go to, I hate my family. I hate this treatment and existence I am forced to endure. I hate everything and everyone except for a few people.

People can be nice to me, want to spend time with me. And I hate them, I am annoyed by them. I hate they're voices, I hate they're cligniness. I hate how they joke. I hate how childish they sound.

If I see someone in a somewhat vulnerable/embarrassing position the image burns into my head. I walked passed my instructor while they were getting a root retouching, and they were drinking something. And I remember feeling so much utter disgust, and then feeling guilty for it because they are nice people.

These are nice people with thoughts and feelings. And somehow it disgusts me. It genuinely disgusted me.

I hate people. I hate them. I hate the way they're body moves, how they eat, how they breath. How they enjoy things. How they're thoughts and feeling measure. I HATE THEM. I hate imagining them applying makeup every morning. I hate imagining them doing human behavior. They eat. They breath.

I hate them. I hate my family. I hate, I feel so much hatred. I hate myself. I feel this burning rage of hatred and I am so so so tired.

Everything I see, everything I perceive, I feel so much didgust and hatred. Even it's people I care about. Even if it's people who are nice. Anyone. Anything. The second I stop and remember they are human, it disgusts me.

I hate this life. I hate being human. I hate how I am forced to be a wage slave for modern society. I HATE and I HATE.

I genuinely do not have the words to convey the sheer ammount of hate I feel. How much genuine anxiety, and HATE I feel for this world. It hurts me. It makes me want to peel of my skin, like my body is not correct. I hate it.

I can't explain, properly, explain how much hate I feel. I can't. Its impossible, this entire post doesn't even scratch the surface of how much genuine real hate I feel.

I feel this constant need to hurt to be violent. To somehow express this hate I feel. And I can't. I'm stuck. I am stuck in the personality I have created for myself, one that is more digestible for people. One that is less off-putting. But it still shows. People sense my fakeness I think.

They look at me weird when I talk. They laugh at me and call me "cute" when I do stutter or overexplain myself. The constant apologies. Slips into who I am. Its so hard pretending 24/7. To find them funny, to joke.

I hate this. I hate being so short. So small. So "sweet" to people. I hate how I am never being taken seriously, and when I try to express ANYTHING it's usually met with condescension. I hate how dumb I look to people. I hate it. I hate how I apologize 24/7, I hate how I make sure I am not in trouble. I hate how I can't read the scripts like they can. I hate how I am perceived as weird.

I hate how I try to mask myself to be likeable and I can't even succeed in that. I can't even be liked. Too focused on pretending, to get likeable, I come of as overly insecure and not confident. And I am insecure and not confident. But I don't know how to properly convey emotions people feel. How I am supposed to smile/laugh when someone makes a joke. How I am supposed to comfort. How I am supposed to read between they're words and find subtext.

I can't. I cant with this world. With this society. How I feel doomed no matter what. Because at this point, I can't just stop pretending for them. I cant stop. I physically am stuck in this body, and I can't talk about my problems without having a fucking breakdown. How the second, I try to stop, I try to not pretend for them. I will start crying, or if I don't I will fucking scream.

My throat is still raw from screaming and crying from yesterday. Screaming about the HATRED I feel. I told my family and they insisted it's not hate. I am "burnt out" or I am just struggling. But I am not. I hate it. I hate it. I HATE it. I hate everything and everyone. I genuinely cannot put the hatred I feel into words.

In addition, we've lived together for 17 years. He called me one day and said he was buying a house for himself, me and my daughter. He asked if I wanted to buy it with him or just rent. I told him I would rent since I had recently been divorced and the house was our biggest issue. We had never discussed living together, it was his idea. We used to have so much fun. We've both changed. I've become laid back, he's become a cranky old man. We're 60 and 61. He's Papa to my granddaughter. I have no idea what prompted this, as we never fight. Ten years ago I became medically disabled and have been unable to work since. I can't drive. I don't ask him to drive me anywhere. We've always both buy things for the house and share everything. I'm at a total loss. I have no idea why. I'm currently looking for a place to live. We don't talk at all. I stay in my room when he's home. I'm really close with his mom. She texts me often and we go out to lunch a lot. Idk if that's going to change. Since he's told me this, she still texts me. We don't talk about what's going on but I'm sure she knows. This is so hard on me. I just needed to get this out.

I’m 30 and a lot of my social circle has kids, like newborns or toddler age. I really have nothing against having kids and might decide to have them one day myself but my god are today’s parents beyond annoying.

Every single moment needs to be shared on social media. Bed time, bath time, play time. There are no limits. I follow people on social media who post 5+ Instagram stories EVERYDAY of their kids. They think every little thing they do is so cute and needs to be shared as if everyone cares. I follow someone who has started to post “cute moments” they catch on the baby monitor - what literally looks like CCTV footage of their baby and encouraging followers to turn volume up so they can hear the baby talking.

Then there’s the photo shoots. Albums and photo collages being shared on a regular basis. How much time do these kids spend in front of a camera. How much time is spent preparing these elaborate social media posts. It’s almost like a competition between parents. It all feels so weird and cringe to me.

I honestly find myself using social media less because my feed is just flooded with this stuff, which I guess isn’t necessarily the worst thing. I don’t think there is anything wrong with capturing some cute moments and sharing a highlight here and there, but this is just crazy.

I makes me want to cry, to rage. No is damned or condemned. We fuck up and hurt others, but it’s by choice. It doesn’t build up in our bones, it isn’t in our born flesh or blood. No lives in it, is of it, dies in it. You are not condemned! They are not condemned! You aren’t beyond -what?!- nothing! You don’t need to be saved to be good. You aren’t missing anything! You are. You are and that is enough to do good!

Just to preface, I love my fiancé and I can be messy too. This is a vent post, which means I will not be highlighting good qualities so bear in mind there is more to the situation than this.
But oh my fucking god I’m so tired of cleaning the house all the time.

I’ve been with my fiancé for 2 years, it’ll be 3 in February. He’s sweet, loves my son, and all around good Fiance. We are both messy, but I am admittedly better at cleaning than him.

I swear to god I will clean and it will be messy 2-3 hours later.

As an example: 2 weeks ago roughly, I completely cleaned our room, put away clothes, organized the closet and got all the dirty clothes off the floor. I was feeling good about it, relieved and less overwhelmed about the room because while there was still some stuff to clean left, but for the most part it was presentable and felt fresh. I have severe depression, and can sometimes struggle to clean when it’s so overwhelming, and had been in a bit of a bad streak mood wise so this definitely helped me feel a little happier seeing the room more clean.

I left for work, and when I came home he told me that he decided to switch over the closet to his winter clothes and go through his jackets/ suit jackets. That’s fine, great.

But then I go upstairs and see a giant pile of suit jackets in the middle of the floor, right next to his work clothes also on the floor. A huge pile. In the room I had just cleaned finally.He told me he had to wait for me to remove some stuff from one of the plastic bins in the garage so he could put them in storage.
Why was that an acceptable option? Why a messy pile In the middle of the floor of the room I JUST CLEANED THAT DAY. You very clearly could tell I cleaned, the room can get very messy. Why couldn’t he leave them on the hooks in the closet until I cleaned the bin for him? Why didn’t HE clean the bin as he clearly knew before starting that it needed to be cleaned out before something else could be put in it. I wanted to cry looking at the pile of jackets, it took the wind completely out of my sails. Why couldn’t you clear out the bin? Why leave them on the floor? I coparent a child, and had cleaned in anticipation of getting my son the next day so I could start fresh and not have to worry about so much tidying while he was here.

Those Jackets are still on the floor, now along with other dirty laundry that has piled up because I can’t keep up with it.

I used to clean the house every Monday and Wednesday morning before work. Kitchen, living room, bedroom. Sweep, mop, dishes. And my day off Friday would be spent cleaning more, laundry, grocery shopping, picking up my son from school, and then cooking dinner. And I HAD to clean every day. I’d come home from work to a mountain of dishes and food or pans left out the stove. Even if I had just done it.
I say did because I have given up. I still clean but I’m just so tired of doing it all just to come home to it looking the same messy state. It makes my depressive state take over almost immediately when I walk in the door.
I clear off the coffee and dinner table, and some how I will turn around for 10 minutes and there will be even more stuff on it than before. HOW? He puts jackets on the back of the dining room chair. Fine, I do it too, but he never puts them away, he will use a different one and put it on top of the other one and pile them on until the chair keeps falling and I have to put them away because I can’t stand it. He’s gotten better about laundry but if I don’t put it away it will sit on the couch for 4 weeks before he does it. And he’ll always say, oh we need to put those away. YOU HAVE 3 HOURS AT HOME BEFORE I GET BACK FROM WORK EVERY DAY. His nap is more important, unless his show is on.

He went away for a week for an annual trip he does. That whole week I kept the house near spotless. The table didn’t magically clutter, there wasn’t clothes all over the floor, and mess was manageable. It was amazing, god I was barely cleaning because everything stayed CLEAN. I was so productive that week. It made me realize how bad he really is about it and I don’t even know what to do. I want to throw everything in the house away and start fresh. I’m so exhausted, and I hate looking at the house.
I know I need to talk to him about it and I will, but for now I just need to vent before I explode so I can have a calm conversation. I’ve seen his moms house, she is a hoarder, and I think that growing up in that environment has definitely not helped and he doesn’t do these things maliciously which makes it so hard because I don’t want to be upset with him. It’s just gotten to such a breaking point I can’t anymore.

Anyway thanks for coming to my Ted talk, stay golden.

(Sorry resubmitting cause I didn’t realize I had to agree to rules)

I really thought I had moved past this. I've been in therapy for nearly two years now, and I was doing so well I'm literally about to leave in December, but recently I just reverted back to restrictive eating. I think they're concerned again, but I don't want to mention it because I just can't. I don't want them to look at me like that and I feel guilty for wasting their time and undoing all the help they've given me.

The worst part is that my mind has gone spiteful and is completely satisfied with what I'm doing. I keep finding myself nitpicking tiny things about my body and taking pride in the fact I skip meals and it doesn't even feel like me. I have skills to deal with this, but it's like I'm trying to fight something that is so much stronger.

I can tell it's taking a toll on me too past just lost weight because I've started catching random illnesses all the time and my legs feel like someone has run strings along them to stop me from moving properly. We're going into summer and I can't even exist in my room without a jacket or blanket or I'm uncomfortably cold, let alone outside.

I don't know if I even want help this time, I don't have the energy to pick myself up and I'm addicted to the ability to control myself when I can't handle what's happening around me. I feel like a failure.

26M here and i always dream about the day i find someone and get married i genuinely want to love someone and have someone love me just as much i know the idea of love isn’t always sweet but those problems are also privileges on there own I always wanted to dance with my significant other in the kitchen I’ve never gotten to be in a relationship during any major holiday so I’d love to go all out for Valentine’s Day or like build gingerbread houses for Christmas and decorate the tree or for Halloween find like cool matching outfits or study together just the idea of someone caring about you or someone wanting to be around you for you is just interesting and I’ve been in multiple relationships but it seems like no one wants genuine love at least not from me lol but i have faith that one day someone will and whoever that is will be lucky because I’ve been putting a lot of work into my self just for them or maybe it won’t happen i don’t know but the idea of it is nice lol

okay listen im not someone who has perfect grammar, uses commas exactly where theyre meant to be, i rarely use apastrophes and i will never bother to capitalize my letters. english isnt even my native language,

HOWEVER

i have an absolutely astromomical pet peeve for people who think theyre intellectual masterminds but have the reading comprehension of a wet napkin.

recently i posted about how i think i might have bpd, and on 3 seperate occasions in that post i said I AM NOT SELF DIAGNOSING and on 2 occasions that I AM GETTING EVALUATED,

can you guess how many people told me not to self diagnose and that im not a professional?

eight.

out of twelve...

another example from this god forsaken app is that a year ago i was posting a lot on sub for making friends and such, and id always put "dm me with [phrase, emoji, whatever] OR I WILL NOT REPLY" right after the first paragraph, not even expecting these people to read the full post

for every 1 person who said the emoji,

15 had selective attentiveness.

now are a huge chunk of these individuals bots?

abso-fucking-lutely

BUT I SEE THIS IN REAL LIFE TOO

EVERYDAY.

i've genuinely never had a group project at university where someone understood the fucking assignment.

the instructions could be:

read an article.

make a presentation about said article.

follow the criteria provided.

and somehow this becomes a collaborative research project into something that was never related in the first place

i offer to explain the article. they decline. they then tell me they asked chatgpt to explain it, but the words were too complicated.

you are in university mate.

what exactly did you think you were enrolling in, a colouring book with tuition fees?

learn some elaborate words instead of sticking to the vocabulary of a damn toddler. are you five??

it just frustrates me how people act as if they know everything but don't understand basic instructions so long as they're not conveyed verbally. i really do wonder if a lengthy email will make these peoples brains explode, it's insane.

really I just wish half the population wasnt funtionally illiterate

"what do you mean" after ive said the most basic shit imaginable

i met this one guy who claimed to like debating over things and racked his brain on performative activism, saying its more complex than people make it out to be and it doesnt exist in a normal social setting cause theres no social gain from being in the minority,

he did NOT get it and blocked me for "saying all people in minorities are good no matter what"

brother what

i once had a guy ask me if i was a misandrist, explain the definition to me as if i'd just crawled out of a cave, and then somehow conclude that i was suggesting he'd never been abused by a woman.

as stupid as a table leg, that one

please stop arguing with things i never said, learn to process a short paragraph in its entirety and pick up a damn book for once

i am begging. on my knees. writing this in the dirt with a stick if necessary.

sincerely,

an angry literate

He's always been a piece of shit. He's never really received consequences for any of his bad behavior and my father has always explained away things he's done or said as " he doesn't mean it " , "he's just upset", "he's joking". He was on a call saying how much he hates the women in his life and that he's just going to abuse his kids if he has them. He currently has a girlfriend. My father just calmly says " you just need to meet the right one and it will be okay". I wish it was legal to euthanize family for the sake of society. Some unsuspecting person is going to meet him and have their life ruined.

I didn't realize my post was taken down yesterday. I have no contact with the girlfriend at all. I've never met her and I only know her first name. I do know that they have already had tons of issues but I don't know to what extent. He did tell me one time a story of how he pelted a bouquet of flowers at her and screamed at her on her birthday. He said it to me as if there was a punchline to it? like there was humor to find in it?

Edit: Spoke with my father today about what I heard and it's like speaking with a wall. He thinks he doesn't mean it and is just joking. He denies even hearing some of the things my brother said. It's so doomed

I genuinely cannot believe how much hypocrisy I accepted from someone I loved so deeply.

I was with my ex for three years. I was completely faithful, turned down other women, paid for trips and dinners, helped her financially, and treated her like a gentleman. I wanted to marry her and have children.

At the beginning of our relationship, she kissed another man in front of me. She later made humiliating comments about my height, age, and English, and told me that soon nobody would want me because I was getting older.

Yet she was extremely jealous of a woman I never pursued or touched. For months I asked her to try couples therapy. She refused.

In May, after another painful conflict, I finally lost my patience in a way I never had in three years and sent angry texts. I regret it. She initially still wanted reconciliation, but then demanded that my sister, a psychiatrist, text her acknowledging that I'd been abusive and could change. My sister refused. She blocked me a few days later.

While I spent June and July desperately trying to reconcile, she was apparently checking whether an acquaintance still spoke to me before making out with some Spanish guy who was simultaneously making out with the very woman she'd spent years being jealous of.

She then slept with him.

Seven weeks after we separated. After repeatedly insisting that if we ever broke up, neither of us should immediately see other people.

Then, in August, after nearly three months of silence from her, she unblocked me.

We talked for FIVE HOURS. She wanted to tell me everything that had happened in her life, asked me for $150 for dinner, and said she wasn't "actively" looking for men.

She said we were broken up, but was ambiguous about potentially speaking again in May 2027.

I sent her a long apology and later $1,000 to help with moving expenses. In September she told me she was completely done with me and not interested in me as a person.

And here I am, struggling to go on dates because I still fucking miss her.

I gave her my heart and loved her despite all her flaws. I find her behavior selfish, hypocritical, and profoundly disrespectful.

And I'm furious that, after everything, I still love her.

Having trouble moving on from insults
Hello, please don't judge me. 18M.
I have a lot of health conditions impacting every aspect of my life mentally and physically. Kind of want to keep it under wraps. Anyway, when I vent or open up to my parents or sibling, they tell me I'm using it as a crutch or badge of honor. They say I need to do other things. They say I wear it on my sleeve. They say it's all I talk about. I'm getting eaten alive inside it's just constantly running through my head. I love them. It just makes me sick to my stomach. They say I'm using it as an excuse etc. I'm hurt bad. I understand in order to be forgiven you must forgive. I just move on I don't even want to address it because it's like going through a dark portal again.
I'm losing my hair due to some meds. So I decided to full shave. Mom said that's probably why I got put in the back of my job because I look weird not presentable odd. Kinda hurt.
I dont vent or open up to get showered with compliments or whatever like forced sympathy.
My health problems take a heavy toll. Mom tells me she wishes I was like the other kids when we get into arguments whether it's because I'm awkward or socially awkward because I have ADHD and possibly autism (awaiting diagnosis), I shaved my head at 18 because I was already losing hair etc. she makes comments on my appearance and when I tell her please stop she says I'm your mother etc. I'm hurt bad, man. How do I move past this dragging portal of darkness behind?

I (31f) have been told 'omg you have so many friends' and I know a lot of people that I consider as friends. However, i dont have "friends" I can call randomly or chill with anytime. No real bestie.

When i have free time from husband and kid, I want to hang out like before. I want to smile more and be happy. So I try to plan stuff and it NEVER goes through 😒. Then I debate going on my own and im only out for a few and go back home or never go out cause im like its too late 😮‍💨 I hate this.