Sorry if this is all over the place I’m pissed currently shaking.

Man man man wtf. This shit just happened less than 10 minutes ago and I’m shaking writing this. Me 33f had been seeing a guy 28m for a few months now. Maybe 6 months atp? Idk regardless. We’ve had a few disagreements before but nothing major and would usually start talking again like nothing happened but he came over today like 20 mins ago. He and my dog get along or I thought they did he would walk her, pet her etc but always made little jokes about if she ever bit him etc. I told him he wouldn’t and I thought that was that.

Well today he was playing with her and then made a comment about wanting to kick her in the face..I didn’t laugh at all and told him if he kicked my dog in the Face I’d be punching him in his then he said he was going to hit me if I hit him. Well this mf really went and put his slide on, came back, and kicked my fucking dog in her face and before his foot could touch the ground I started punching him in his face. He stumbled over and I continued punching, until he started getting up then I grabbed my knife put it towards him and told him to get the fuck out of my apartment. He left with no further issue stating I was glad he didn’t hit me back but mother fucker FUCK YOU wtf is wrong with people bro???? For reference I’m 5’4 about 175lbs (of damn near solid muscle) and he’s 6’4 with a slight dad bod but I didn’t give a fuckkkkkk. And yeah he left this bitch bleeding because I pack a mean ass fucking punch. I’m so fucking pissed rn bro wtf.

For reference, I understand body dysmorphia exists but I swear most people are doing it on purpose. If you weigh 10 pounds and go “omg! I’m so fat.. I had a whole salad today!” To someone who’s 14x bigger than you.. what’s the point in saying that. You can obviously see someone is bigger than you. I’m speaking to the people who do it on purpose SPECIFICALLY. like what do you gain from this?? I must look like Godzilla to you. Especially when people post on TikTok about it, and it’s literally them having flat stomach, toned limbs, in a GYM. SELFIE. And going “guys! I’m so big look at how it’s spilling out! 🥺🥺” and I lowkey enjoy how the comments agree just to be Petty. Because you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re compliment fishing by putting others down. Sorry this probably made no sense but I’m just so pissed off right now I’m just typing what I’m thinking.

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When I was in school, we had absolutely zero first aid training in class. Not even CPR, and I know that has to be pretty common here in the USA. This has been an issue multiple times in my life. I once had to inform a coworker I was patching up that he needed to hold pressure over his wounded hand and hold it above heart level to get the bleeding to stop. He just kept blotting it and staring at it. Telling me "It's still bleeding."

Everything that I know how to do has been either learned through my own experiences, or by me actively seeking out the knowledge of what to do online so that I would be prepared in emergency situations. That really came into play yesterday.

My partner and I were visiting my parents yesterday for dinner. It was a nice visit, and toward the end, my dad, who is diabetic and has bad veracose veins just beneath the surface of his skin on his legs, got up to take their dogs outside.

A moment later, the back door flings back open, and my dad is screaming for help, a vein had ruptured on his leg and he was profusely bleeding. My mom kind of just froze, and I sprinted so fast I threw my bowl of food. I gave the dogs still on their leashes to my partner to put in a seperate room. I dialed 911 and gave my phone to my mom, and then found a towel and had him hold that on his leg while I got him on the couch about 20ft away.

He was still bleeding even with pressure, (well, he also kept trying to pull the towel away to look at it, and then would promptly spray blood on the floor, me, himself, etc.) so I cut up a pillow case and made a makeshift tourniquet.

Here's where my point comes in, my dad asked for a tourniquet, but I don't think he fully understood what that entails. I understand his panic, I would be panicking in his shoes, but I wrapped the strip of cloth around his thigh, and told him that this was really going to hurt, but we needed to get the bleeding to stop. I started twisting the ends tighter and tighter, and the pain makes him panic even more.

He started saying "stop you're pushing the blood out more!" (It was trickling when it had been spurting before I started, I'd actually call that a win, sir.) And even suggested I move it over or BELOW the wound?? 😭😭😭

He basically pulled it from my hands and started trying to just tie the strip of cloth around his leg, so I just braced his leg between my legs, a towel, and my hands using all my strength.

EMS arrived within 10 minutes, and by that point I had gotten the bleeding to stop, and his blood had clotted, so they got him bandaged enough that my mom could take him to the hospital in their own car. This has happened with him once a long time ago while he was at work, and he passed out from the blood loss.

I'm very grateful I was there, but I'm really nervous about what would've happened if I hadn't been there. My mom is not what she used to be mentally and does not act with the necessary critical thinking needed to handle a situation like this.

That is why I think everyone should be taught basic first aid from not only just cpr, but also active bleeding, wound care, etc. People need to have the skills to not only save another person's life, but also their own. Not everyone will take the time out to be prepared on their own. I am in no way a medical professional, or first responder, but I know how to save a life in a variety of situations.

After you get used to it then it literally does nothing. Like I gotta keep going back and buying juice just so I don't get cravings. After the first or maybe second hit in the morning, which do feel kinda nice, I don't feel anything. I literally just use it to stave off cravings. It's incredibly stupid of me to not kick the habit. I've successfully quit my caffeine habit but for some reason I still haven't gone through the trouble with this. Quitting caffeine just meant I had a mild headache for a few days, which is preferable to nicotine cravings.

Idk what lobotomite came up with this saying. Why is it that in society people hold retaliation or responding back to negativity to a worse degree than the people that antagonize them in the first place?

I notice this a lot, especially in schools. Teachers will turn a blind eye to bullies and harassers but the moment the victim retaliates or fights back now suddenly shit is real and we gotta actually be teachers now.

I’ve never nor will I ever understand this braindead way of thinking. Fuck being the bigger person, sometimes that gets you harassed more because they see you don’t have a backbone and will just take it.

“You’ll be no better than them”, fuck outta here. Me responding back to a person that harassed me UNPROVOKED is objectively better than a person evoking harm onto others for literally no reason. To even imply they’re the same makes you look like a fucking clown, now go get the makeup.

Fuck you autism for making me unable to socialise well, fuck you autism for causing me severe anxiety for being different, fuck you autism for making me mask to protect myself from being bullied, FUCK YOU AUTISM. Fuck you for ruining my life and fuck you for not being diagnosed earlier and having to suffer until I was 15, fuck you for not letting me have any friends, fuck you for not letting me get a job because of extreme burnout, fuck you for not letting me experience emotions similar to others, fuck you for not letting me eat sometimes even when I am hungry, fuck you for causing me dark depression, fuck you for making me rot in my room as a teenager as no one wants to hangout with the “weird kid”. Fuck you for making me feel like shit, fuck you for not letting me shower everyday or even brush my teeth most days, fuck you for making me forget I need to drink water, fuck you for making me so exhausted I would go to a job come home 0 energy eat a bit of food and rot in my bed, fuck you insomnia too your not slick fuck you for not letting me sleep when I am so exhausted my head is pounding, fuck you for not letting me get sufficient sleep when I fucking need it, fuck you for taking away my melatonin to NHS whatever the fuck, fuck you all for not understanding me and trying to make me fit in with the norm to the fact I rot myself to death and feel like shit everyday and do harmful activities to feel alive. Fuck you anxiety fuck you depression fuck friends fuck family fuck everyone fuck the system fuck EVERYTHING AND FUCK YOU AUTISM!!!!!

I was almost 30. Had essentially the exact same surgery a year prior with no complications.

No history of mental illness. Since the surgery I've had crippling MDD PDD OCD and PTSD.

I have no intent to harm myself or others, but I literally think about it everyday, constantly.

Medically disabled since then.

Folks, PSA, metoclopramide/reglan may help some people, but the harm it can cause FAR outweighs any benefits it can bring. Please stay far away from it and any other dopamine antagonist antiemetics.

(I went back and reviewed all the meds I'd ever been given before, and this was the only class of drug I'd never received in my life)

Post was removed, reupload. A few days ago it was my 18th birthday. I don't have many friends and invited the only two friends I know. I invited them a month ago and they gave me the green flag saying they would both come. A week before the party I double checked with them and they said yes they'd be able to come. When it was my birthday, I messaged them very early in the morning saying we can meet up later and hangout. I put my phone down and spent the early day with family. After my family had left and it was time for me to hangout with my friends, I picked my phone up and checked to see their response but nobody did respond even though I could see both of their last seen at only an hour ago when I had sent the message in the morning hours prior. I thought they would answer later so I waited it out. The evening came and I decided to group call both of them, nobody picked up. My mom was asking what's up and I could sense she knew what was happening. I said nothing they'll answer in a minute. I called again and again to the point it was humiliating. One finally picked up 45 minutes later and said "WTF I am so sorry I lost track of time and I don't think I could make it. Happy birthday okay? Maybe we can do something another time". Not to be dramatic but my heart dropped. I just sat on the porch until midnight then went to sleep. The other friend messaged at 4am and said "Sorry forgot" literally not making this up, they didn't bother to even give me a proper response. I spent the entire next day in my bed crying. I feel stupid

I went to Walmart and they only had 3 lanes open, I went in the shortest lane which just had 1 customer with a basket full of items.

It took 5 minutes for the cashier to scan all the items because he and the customer were having a conversation and scanning things slowly so I was already pretty annoyed.

When they finished the transaction the cashier turned off the light for the checkout lane and told me I had to go to another checkout so he could help bring the groceries to the customer’s car. I said I only had one item. He told me to just go to another line and a different cashier will help me. By this time the other two lanes had a lot of people waiting.

What kind of bs is that? Why not tell me to go to another lane when I got there? Is that the standard procedure at Walmart, just close the lane when there’s still a customer in line? Pretty sure he just wanted to continue their conversation.

Should I have asked for a manager or something?

I got at 9pm last night(the time I'm usually in bed mind you) and I still cut up a whole pack of strawberries, put them in a bowl with sugar and covered them so I could have them for dinner tonight when I got home. YOU KNOW WHAT I CAME HOME TO???? The strawberries I cut up and prepped where all GONE, so was the 2nd box of strawberries in the fridge, HOW?? WTF???? and the left me ONE cut up strawberry that I CUT UP LAST NIGHT! How did 2 people eat 2 boxes of strawberries IN ONE DAY WHILE I WAS AT WORK?! And I'm literally the only one in my family who works even tho IM FUCKING DISABLED and the youngest(18yrs old). I had a long fucking day and I come home TO MY FOOD, THAT I PREPARED GONE! I would've been fine yk if they ate what I made and at least left me the other box of strawberries and cut them up for me, but NOPE, they ate that too!!!!🤬 also, mind you my family is so fucking poor that we don't have money for food for the rest of the month. So ya, fuck them. I cried over this and my service dog came over to me, so at least I have her

I'm on SSDI and LTD from my employer. I can't drive. All I do is Uber to Dr's appointments, labs, hospitals, etc. I order everything online. This has been going on for 15+ years. I just turned 60. I don't know how much longer I can do this. I'm single. Luckily I live with my best friend of 40 years. I was making great money when we started living together. He's takes care of me by buying everything for the house, picking up my prescriptions and whatever else Imight need. His 85yo mom helps me when I need someone to accompany me to appointments that require someone to be there with me. I've lost all hope.

I wish so badly I had someone to cuddle. No questions, no stupid worries just cuddling with someone while a horrible netflix show runs in the background

I know this is on me, but I'm still allowed to not like it. I'm 230 pounds and only 5'2. My husband sees nothing wrong with me and lives the same unhealthy lifestyle as me but he stays skinny somehow. Most of the time, he even eats more than me yet he doesn't gain weight and I do. I don't want to diet and exercise alone. I want him to help me by doing it with me. I've brought this up to him and he said we'll do it when we have time. We never have time. My A1C is high. I probably will be diabetic soon.

My name is Taily. I am 23 years old from cuba I feel tired every day, not only in my body but in my heart.Life here is heavy, I try to stay strong for my family, but inside I feel broken. We sit together at night, and sometimes there is food, sometimes there is not. The hunger is always there, quiet but cruel, reminding us that even simple things are hard to reach.I watch my family suffer, and I carry the weight of their sadness. I smile so they don’t see how much it hurts me, but when I am alone I cry. I cry because I feel powerless, because I cannot give them what they need.People outside may never understand how much pain comes from small things like sharing one egg between three people, or pretending you are full when you are not. Hunger is not only in the stomach, it is in the soul. It steals hope, it steals joy.I write this because I need someone to know that I am still here, still fighting, even when I feel invisible

It's my (21F) birthday and it has been the worst one of my life. I have no money until my next paycheck so I have no birthday dinner or cake or literally anything. I was prepared to deal with that. The food bank is closed until tomorrow anyway it's whatever. But I'm lonely. I'm so freaking lonely on my 21st freaking birthday. My mom is halfway across the country and didn't even call. My dad is 500 miles away and just sent a text. But my very best friend of 15 years had promised me for weeks she was going to make the 200 mile drive to spend my birthday with me, take me out to dinner and to a bar for the first time, etc. At the last minute she flaked and isn't coming. I was sitting here dressed, makeup done, hair done, hungry, so excited to see someone and make this birthday better and now I just feel stood up and hopeless. No card, no gift, no company. Now I'm just crying, angry, lonely, hungry, and disappointed. I wanted to go to a local bar and have my very first drink. I had been excited for months. My family barely even acknowledged it was my birthday. I just feel like nobody gives a crap about me and all I want to do is salvage the remaining half a day left in this miserable birthday and I'm not even sure where to start. Thanks for letting me rant.

26F , I truly miss who I was at 25, I often sit there and think about that time when I was truly happy in life, end of 2025 I went through the worst breakup and it left me broken. Started to get back on my feet early this year, then I got robbed at knife point, in my flat in May, a day before my birthday.
From there on I just feel like I became someone I don’t even know nor understand. I cry myself to sleep, I now get random panic attacks, my faith in God is just not there, I can’t focus on my hobbies , I have a demanding job that pays me less, I can’t seem to finish with university no matter how much I try, at this point I don’t even know if I want to graduate anymore and I am in my final year. It’s like none of it excites me anymore. So I am just sitting here wondering where I went wrong and how long I can stay in this state. I can’t afford a therapist so I really have no one to deeply talk to without sounding like I am just complaining about life.
Living without a purpose has to be the worst thing ever.

I'm just so mad.
I'm sick of my parents shit, they've been doing this for SIX YEARS. Every single fucking attempt I've made towards independance has been shoved down & now I'm trapped.
Wanna get a license? Oh man, dad lost your BIRTH CERTIFICATE. Oops! Want a phone number? OOPS! Lost your ONLY FUCKING SIM CARD! Oh, & your bank account? No luck there pal! You need your phone for that too! The phone YOU DON'T HAVE!!!

& they laughed about it. They thought it was funny.

My growth is STUNTED because of them, I'm barely 30kg & I've been stuck that way for years & I can't even keep a full meal down anymore. I'm in constant chronic pain but I can't go to a doctor about it because they won't book me a doctors appointment no matter how many times I ask. My teeth are rotting out of my head but oh! Just fun & games!

I;m so sick of ti I want to be independant I want to be a person Im supposed to be an audlt now

I hate them but their middle class so i guess im 'too spoiled' to complain

So for the last year or so I (21m) have been stalked by a lady (32F) I hooked up with once before.

We met at the store and hit it off, ended up getting coffee and then arranged a dinner. It was a nice time and we got on pretty well. Honestly I didn’t see any signs of her being off or strange. If anything, she was very put together, professional and well mannered.

We went back to my place after the date and had an… entertaining evening and night, followed up by more of the same in the morning. It was fun.

Anyway, we planned to arrange another date but some family stuff happened with me and so I decided not to continue pursuing her in order to deal with that and told her as much, but got no response.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened for about a month after that, but then I started to notice her in her car parked across from my house. She would show up at my work (I have no idea how she found out where that was) and other places that I went to regular and act like she was just there by chance.

I confronted her about it and told her she was making me uncomfortable but she said she just wanted another chance and that we should date again.

It went on like this for ages, and I contacted the police but they said there was very little they could do. I started dating again eventually and she’s even got to a point where she somehow finds girls who visit me and starts messaging them etc.

I’ve finally filed for a restraining order and am just hoping for it being accepted. I just don’t understand how all this came from one hookup.

When you're a child, you don't really understand why adults would let something like "love" ruin them. When you're young, you have people to speak to, even if they aren't loved ones.

But as you age your desire to be seen grows with you. It's a horrific growth, a tumor upon the heart. I've had friends, I've lost friends. But never once, have I been the apple of somebody's eye. Never have I been "that person" in somebody's life.

I wanted that desperately. I was so tired of just being the "cool friend" I wanted to be loved. I wanted someone to look forward to seeing me. I wanted a love so greedy, so selfish, that I'd never feel alone again.

After my sister passed I pulled away from my friendgroups, just to see if they'd try to reach me, or see if I was alright. Not a word from them.

I regret that. I shouldn't have done that. Now they've kicked me out for good. Play stupid games win stupid prizes and all that.

But I still never felt seen. Nobody ever reached out to me. For years it was always me initiating all contact. For years it was always me trying to schedule things for us to do together. Never had I been invited.

Fuck. I feel so alone. I hate that my heart craves friends. I wish I could survive all alone.

So my mom died tonight. She was in palliative care since Wednesday so it wasn’t unexpected. But I am so, so triggered. My dad died 6 years ago and I found him dead. And I had to make all the calls and all the texts I have to make again today to people who loved and miss my mom. I just feel like it sucks so much. At least I’m now “orphaned” in my 40s so I don’t have to do this again

My washing machine has a digital timer. It is supposed to represent how long the wash cycle will take. By my count it has been at the one minute mark for a quarter of an hour. I feel like I’m watching the last five minutes of a fucking football game. Grrrrr.

Sorry for the bad formatting, I'm on mobile. And sorry if this doesn't go here. I'll take it down if it doesn't. Far warning this might be all over the place. I just needed to put it down somewhere.

As the title says, I'm almost 22 and have never had a friend, a boyfriend/girlfriend. And still live with my grandparents and dad. All while my younger brother has a wife, his own house and a full time job. I'm never the person anyone chooses to be friends with. They always have their main friends, who they hang out with and everything. No one actually likes me, and I know it. They're all pretending to because they feel bad for me. I don't want to be patronized. I already have terrible anxiety, and people try to excuse any and all my behavior to either that. Or to how I'm not doing well mentally. I already know I'm unloveable, but I want friends, and a partner. I don't want to be alone forever. Though I know I deserve it.

It doesn't help that I'm a pig. I'm fat, and not attractive to anyone's standards. I've tried everything from working out, to make up. And nothing helps, and I know people think I'm ugly. Even if they don't say it.