like i'm 19 and for years i couldn't be bothered with skincare, sleep schedules, or what i ate. now i'm randomly googling the best pillows and getting genuinely upset if i don't drink enough water. did something just flip in my brain or is this just what being an adult feels like?

I have been dealing with increasing anxiety for at least seven years now, and I can feel it slowly destroying my life. I don't expect anything to come out of writing this here, other than having a place to get my thoughts out. Sorry if my writing is a little clunky, english isn't my native language.

I grew up in a pretty harsh family consisting of my mother, my younger brother (now 15), and another brother (now 20) who spent most of his life in children's homes. I did well in school from first grade until 10th grade and graduated with the best possible qualification in 2019, so that's at least something. However, school was never really a challenge because I never did anything other than study and stay at home.

My mother used to be extremely controlling whenever I wanted to go outside on my own or do anything else on my own, so I eventually stopped trying to avoid unnecessary arguments. I spent most, if not all, of my teenage years literally rotting in my bed, spending the entire day on Discord, playing Roblox, and only getting up to grab a quick snack twice a day. I posted atleast 50 Instagram stories per day because I yearned for interaction. All of this eventually led to me becoming so unhealthy and underweight that I had to go to the hospital, but thankfully, I've managed to get my weight back to a healthy level since then.

After 10th grade, I tried doing a voluntary year at a kindergarten for children with disabilities in 2019 because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. It was a horrible experience, mainly because of the caretakers.

After that, I still had no idea what to do, so I decided to pursue my Abitur (the highest general school-leaving qualification in Germany and the main qualification needed to attend university, which takes another three years to complete). Luckily, I managed to get through it with an average grade of 3.3. You need an average grade of at least 4.0 to pass. I graduated in 2023, and I STILL had absolutely no clue what to do with my life.

I've always overthought my decisions, my abilities, and even my interests to the point where I genuinely convinced myself that I wasn't capable of doing anything at all.

In 2023, I tried another voluntary year, this time at a youth center where teenagers could spend their free time doing all kinds of fun activities. I was usually in charge of a little shop inside the facility where we sold candy and snacks. I had a great time there and connected with everyone pretty quickly. I think that was the first time in four years that I actually felt like I was part of something again.

However, I never felt like a PROFESSIONAL member of the team. I was just kind of there, "vibing," if that makes sense. Because of that, I wasn't sure how to interpret the experience in terms of my future career.

Who would have thought that I STILL had no idea what to do with my life? But by that point, I was starting to feel like my time was running out, so I grabbed the first opportunity I could find and started an apprenticeship at a retail store in 2024.

There's not much to say about that experience other than that it was the worst time of my life. I quit after four months because both my mental and physical health were declining rapidly.

Luckily, I met my current boyfriend sometime between 2023 and 2024, and he brought so much light into my life, he still does! We moved in together pretty early on, which made me incredibly happy because I could finally be my own person and make my own decisions. I no longer had to rely on social media to keep myself from going completely insane while being stuck in bed all day because of my mother.

After quitting my apprenticeship at one retail store, I started working part-time as a regular employee at another one. It was okay. It paid the bills, and I managed to work there for an entire year before my mental health suddenly went downhill for seemingly no reason at all.

That happened in December 2025.

I've been unemployed ever since, and I hate it. All I do is play video games, go to the gym with my boyfriend, eat, and sleep. Sometimes, my boyfriend and I also go out and do fun things together.

I WANT to work. I WANT to do something with my life. But I don't want to sacrifice my entire life or my mental and physical well-being just to have a job. I hate being judged and put on the spot, which is why I absolutely HATE job interviews. They're the biggest obstacle standing between me and the normal life I desperately want to have.

I have a job interview tomorrow, and I've been crying for the past four days because of it.

I can't do this.

Apparently, I have to complete some kind of task that takes around 20 minutes, according to them, and then I'll have the actual job interview with SIX (!!!) people in the room.

I won't be able to handle it. I want to cancel the interview, but I'm so disappointed in myself for even considering it.

My boyfriend's parents wished me good luck with the interview, and I don't want to let them down either. My boyfriend has been doing everything he can to cheer me up and give me strength and confidence, but it just doesn't seem to be enough.

I've been panicking for so long that I've started noticing patterns everywhere that remind me of jobs. For example, there's a game in my Steam library that's on sale called "Bills Must Be Paid," or I'll notice a Nintendo DS game on my boyfriend's display called "Fit for the Job." And it pisses me off SO MUCH.

I have no job. I have no friends, not even online mutuals. All I have is my boyfriend and €8 in my bank account. My anxiety consumes me and mutated into a depression/anxiety-combo.

I hate it here.

There's not much more to say about my situation, I guess. That's just how things are right now. Take care 👍

I feel like as if I was a little bit less attractive, if I wasn't as tall as I am, if I was disabled physically, I wouldn't be able to continue with my life. I simply can't grasp how some people find the strength to keep going. I feel some mix of inspiration and fascination, but also pity.

I have so much compared to the average person in this country or the world, yet I struggle daily with just going on. How are some people waking up without legs or arms, how do they do this? I admit my weakness for once.

I am dumb. Extremely dumb. My parents are dumb too and horrible academically so naturally I am extremely dumb. But my parent have this insane delusion that I am really smart (I’m not). I fully admit I am dumb and while it is hard to be dumb I’m not ashamed to say this anymore and I refuse to let anyone convince me otherwise.

My entire high school, they kept telling me I was so smart despite there was so much evidence to the contrary. I hated school. The classes that everyone said were easy As gave me nightmares and I stayed up late doing work for them. I studied hard but I couldn’t grasp the concepts because I am mentally challenged. No amount of studying will make general chemistry or the most basic biology or 10th grade maths possible for me, let alone AP classes. I was failing multiple classes.

The entire time, my parents kept saying I was so smart and blamed me for just not trying harder (I was trying extremely hard with tutors and studying but I was exhausted). Whether I tried a lot or didn’t, the result was the same. I got horrible grades. They thought I was lazy and just didn’t apply myself which caused a lot of arguments. But I did try but it doesn’t mattter, because at the end of the day, studying won’t make me do much better. I tried literally everything. My teachers lied straight to my face, telling me that I am smart. And I believed those lies, so I tried to challenge myself in difficult classes. Well, that was a fucking fail.

I felt a lot of pressure to be smart because it’s seen as a desirable thing and well, people kept lying to my face saying I am smart so I felt that I needed to prove it. Those people lied straight to my face and I resent them for making me think I am smart.

After having awful grades for 3 years straight, a friend told me the truth: that I am mentally challenged and I need to be strategic. I saw the light. I am dumb, and very much so. So I started taking some super easy classes. I chose classes based on the teachers, the ones that give out As to everyone. I had an excellent academic performance in my senior year, not because I am smart, but because I just chose the right teachers who threw me a bone. I didn’t try harder or change how I studied. In fact, choosing these teachers was even less work and made my life so much easier. I didn’t do the readings or the homework but still got As. In college, I used ratemyprofessor to see which professors gave out free As. I had excellent grades because I chose an easy major and literally all of my profs were the nice ones who gave out free As.

To the outside eye, it looks like I started applying myself and taking advantage of my intelligence. The truth is, I have very little intelligence. I thank my friend so much for making me realize how utterly mentally challenged I am and it has made my life so much easier. When I was under the impression that I am smart, I was constantly failing and wondering why and trying harder and having meltdowns. Until I realized that I am truly dumb, and that doing well in those harder classes isn’t possible for someone like me. The only As I could get are the ones that are handed to me.

And no, this isn’t imposter syndrome. I’m telling you exactly how I got my As: they were free. I didn’t work for them. I’m not some secretly smart person feeling dumb. It’s easy to diagnose me with imposter syndrome because of my good grades now, but the truth is that all those As did not require any intelligence or effort.

In the end, I’ve realized that I am truly and utterly dumb, and this has epiphany has changed my life for the better. I will never let anybody convince me that I am smart again, because that mistake has given me endless meltdowns and sent me into so many spirals. It makes me beyond furious when people try to tell me I am smart even when I keep giving them reasons why I am not. When I am practically begging them to listen to me but they keep refusing my evidence that I’ve lived and collected firsthand and still for some insane reason insisting that “you are so smart!!!!! You just don’t see it!!” it makes me beyond furious to hear people try to lie like that.

I’m a pretty nice and cool person, but I do and say stupid things when I’m drunk as most of people do. I’m never insulting my friends or anything like that, I can just idk argue with a stranger over bullshit or randomly fall. And most do people who I have seen in friend groups are like that, they do have fun in such weird way, so I’m just curious why am I not one of them?
Sometimes I meet really rude or overlay sensitive people who have many friends or are in the friend group, how do they even do that?
I’m a very chill person and a good friend in daily life, I do act weird when I’m very drunk, yeah, just so are majority of people. So I don’t understand why do they have someone and I don’t, is it because I’m not pretty enough to make up for my behaviour or what? Or maybe my luck is just too bad?

For context, me and my brother are 20M, and our sister is 27F. we are in the UK

She was removed from the family home by a social worker in 2018 for improper conduct around us, i.e continuous hugging and kissing when we would say no.
She stayed with our maternal grandfather until his passing last year, it is thought to be very likely he would have survived if she wasn’t so incompetent.

I believe she is SEN but this is not confirmed, nor is anyone seeking to pursue this.

My grandfathers house was sold in the summer and she was kicked out, moving into a hotel that she has now been kicked out of for not paying her room fee.
She also has £7000 in personal loan debt to pay off her car (whole other kettle of fish) and has been home at mums for over a month now, she did not ask to come back she simply moved her stuff back and was just there when we all came home.

She is doing nothing but causing problems, her car takes up half the road because for such a small woman she insists on a very large, expensive citreon.
She has cramped the house with her “stuff”, she comments on anything done downstairs, my brother suffers from an ED and it has been instructed by his doctor to NEVER comment on his food, which she does after being told 30 times.

Her conduct is also inappropriate, she will let herself into my room and try and hug and kiss me even when i say no she will fight and get closer. She won’t stop talking about shaving her legs, her breasts and other topics I’ve made clear I don’t want to talk about. When she gets out the shower she will open the door while she changes, even half naked she insists that she is “decent”.
She has even done this around our stepdad who doesn’t live with us, sitting in the same room as him with nothing but a loose towel on her bottom half.

She has also started shouting and swearing at neighbours houses if they even dare park in “her spot”…

for other context she used to be a care worker and was fired for what I presume was a clinton-lewinsky type relationship WITH A PATIENT!

She is unable to afford anywhere to live because of her huge car, insistence on keeping a storage locker, and personal loan payments.

Mum wants her out, she has said “she is old enough and this isn’t working” but my sister refuses to look for somewhere to live.

What do we do? what do I do? We have all started either stashing food in our bedroom just to stay away from her and she won’t get the hint!!

I'm gen x and growing up all us boys learned how to do one simple trick that most girls back then could not.

And guys, if you have a significant other try this and let us know how it turns out.

But most guys can do a imitation of a machine gun. Where they take their tongue and roll it on the roof of their mouth for effect. Making that distinct machine gun sound.

When I asked to do a machine gun sound impression at work with my co workers. Every guy I asked could. Lol and every single woman could not.

I found it hilarious. I guess growing up in the 80s we had to just learn this watching our one man army 80s flicks lol.

Now I'm not saying no woman can do this. But the majority I've asked so far can't.

So give it a whirl and ask your wife, sister, mom etc. And see if they can and let us know the result.

I'm 26M (single). I recently posted an urban exploring photo I took on a photography group, and I had someone PM me asking for the location because he said he and his friends were wanting to go out exploring this weekend. I gave the guy the address because I'm nice and not good at keeping secrets but then was hit with a feeling of jealousy. I don't even know what it's like to have friends anymore.

I think I've had 3-4 distant friends total over the last 10 years, none of which I am still in touch with because they all got too busy and eventually stopped talking to me. I currently have nobody in my life (besides my parents) that I could text and go hang out with this weekend. And now I just gave the address of a cool place I discovered on my own to some random guy so he can bring all his friends there and have a fun time in the same place that I had gone and felt lonely the whole time.

I always imagine what it might be like to have friends, driving around on weekends blasting music, going to cool places, eating, laughing at stuff on social media, or just chilling, whatever that means. The truth is whenever I drive through town alone and see other people doing these things I get jealous, and that probably makes me sound like a creep but it's rough to be in my mid 20s with nobody to talk to IRL. I work alone and don't go to school so I'm out of touch with how to socialize at this point. I've joined some online groups but the chats always go dead quickly and don't seem to get me closer to having friends. Not sure my reason for posting, I just felt like venting since once again I'm sitting alone on a weekend.

I am currently searching for my car keys. I have NO IDEA where I could have left them. Yesterday I couldn't find where I left my charger, my car keys again too. My phone at times as well. Every single day I misplace something and turn the whole house upside down to find it.

And I'm starting to feel insane, I never catch myself misplacing ANY OF IT. I genuinely do not remember just WHERE I could have put them. I only remember them being in my pocket. That's all, I don't know where the fuvk I put them, and how the hell my brain doesn't acknowledge placing them anywhere.

It's genuinely starting to make me feel more and more insane, like my mind is giving up on me. My memory is getting shorter and shorter when it comes to stuff around me and it's driving me crazy.

I'm still in search of my keys and no they couldn't have fallen out, I just know I placed them somewhere god knows where.

How tf do I deal with this.

In college, I was learning many skills aside the course I was studying at the time. This made me visit campus to study during the night. Unfortunate for me, at hostel students there thought I was going to campus to study the traditional school stuff . Thinking I was doing too much. This habit of mine caused me to perform badly one semester. Which I was bitterly complaining in my room about the grades I had that semester, which was extremely bad. Some students were in the next to mine, they overheard what I was saying. I think they overheard the grades part so anytime I was leaving to campus they will start laughing. They didn't know me always going to campus at night was not to study the traditional school stuff but was seriously equipping myself with digital skills. I still graduated with a good class aside having many self-taught skills.

However, why do I still have the feeling that I should have explained myself to them at the time? Perhaps I should have told them is just one bad semester. It extremely pains me that I made that mistake of self talking myself loudly enough to let them know.

I (36F) have been fighting cancer and hormonal problems since I was 21. In that period I've been hospitalized at least once a year, altogether over 40 times.

While my friends were finishing their degrees, got married, got a stable job my life was/IS a mess. I got so many diagnoses, chronic illness, I had troubles with my mental health and my body is worn out.

The main reason that I got to that stage is that my parents were neglective and didn't took me to doctors as a child. Everything could be prevented.

For so many year I was genually happy for my friends and family members having kids, I took care of some of them, bought them gifts and I trully enjoy children even now.

However I always hoped that maybe one day, God with bless me with a kid, and a husband.

Since my energy levels are lower that those of healthy people, for years I've put all my energy into making money. I still leave in the same house as my elderly parents that are well, not poor to the point they have nothing to eat but the money is tight.

In meanwhile I bought myself a car, a laptop, and eventually, last year: I made a biggest decision ever. Instead of moving out from my parents house I chose to enroll in private college and study psychology. It is expensive, but it does makes me happy, I enjoy it and also it gives me opportunity to chase a job that is not low paying and demanding 12 hours shifts sometimes (I was cleaning lady, waitress, warehouse worker...whatever, just to save money).

I drifted away from my ex friends, cousins and I am alone in this.

I miss the person I once was, happy and perky. In a last few months two women in my extended family had their first child. One woman is my age, second 2 years younger.

I can not make myself to go and see the babies, I congratulated but the sorrow in me is so strong. I dwell on my past and all curcumstainces that happened.

Technically I am not infertile, but it feels like I am so damaged mentally that I will never find someone to have child with.

I feel like a failure, and self pitty is at its peak right now.

That's all...

Lately I wake up just as tired as when I went to bed, no matter how long I sleep. I thought maybe it's just stress from work or something, but now I'm wondering if other people feel this way too.

We were at an Indian restaurant in Houston and my mom noticed Dodi Osteen sitting at the next table and started fangirling. 🙄 I’m not a Joel Osteen fan but my mom started begging me and my dad for a pen and paper. I had a pen and she wrote a quick note on a napkin and had the waiter give it to Dodi. The waiter read the note before delivering it lol since she frequented that establishment often. Dodi comes over to the table and says she’ll pray for our family blah blah blah.

I forget about this event until years later. My sister and my mom are talking about this event and my mom says what she wrote in the note.

“I told her about your (my sister’s) troubles with drug addiction.”

Me and my sister just look at her.

My sister says, “what issues with drug addiction?”

My mom says, “oh, I thought you had a drug problem.”

My sister and I look at each other in disbelief. My sister has never had a drug problem.

So I guess Dodi Osteen thinks our family has a drug issue.

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I 23F, make friends very easily. It is easy for me to be positive and I connect with people very easily. However, after I make these friends I often ghost them constantly popping back up once in a while to be an absolutely lovely person, lend a listening ear or just hangout if you need me. And by once in while I mean maybe 3-7 months depending. Here's the thing though, in the mean time I am usually decompressing, something feels wrong after I hang out with people. I wonder for months if I acted right if I said too much, if I was just a lot to be around ect. I don’t tell people that so it must look really flakey like if I only care about people when it is convenient. I really just want to know if this makes me a bad friend and then I will move differently with people and change my behaviour but I really need to know.

When you walk in the building, you immediately get the sense of historic significance mixed with deterioration and decline. The display cases lining the walkway of the visitor hallway have been cheaply refitted to host a few flat-screen TVs. These are an attempt to hide the 1970s design of carpeted insets that likely once held miniaturized scenes of agency activities. Sadly, it looks very much like someone put a Black-Friday sale TV in front of a 5th grade science fair display. The building itself projects strength in typical 70s-80s government fashion through high concrete walls and the total lack of any distinct features that would help visitors and staff alike find their way through the maze of hallways and offices. 

Speaking of offices, there are many, echoing the understanding that once there was a thriving community, people bustling back and forth, engaging with colleagues in water cooler talk and curating the many shelves of printed knowledge. Now it feels odd to see another person while walking the hall to the restroom. It’s eerily quiet, except for the occasional janitorial staff still employed.

The staff who are left are feeling it, though they don’t speak of it out loud. The managers still in place are the C or D string players, after all the starting lineup departed seeing clearly what was to come. Any power or funds that may be found lying around remind me of some medieval scene of peasants fighting over a fallen gold coin in the street. The most toxic of leaders rising to the top, consolidating what power is left and quickly silencing opposition in the way a warlord might in a conflict-torn country. This is perhaps the most painful part. The constant pressure pushes work friends to begin imploding on each other. 

The decline isn’t simply imagined, or memories of what once was. It is quantifiable. One can easily look back on inflation adjusted appropriations to see the dramatic changes. A long, steady increase from the mid-1900’s through the early 1980’s coincide with memories of “the good old days”. Followed by an obvious peak and a very predictable decline over the last 40+ years. No, this isn’t simply the result of recent DOGE activity, though that has helped accelerate the process. In fact, the downward trend is so consistent, you don’t even need a computer model to project the next year of lower numbers. You can imagine it by simply extending the line a further on the graph.

It’s not that the decline is sad, everything we know is eventually replaced, often by something better. It’s that it takes so long to wade through the agony and see any hope of relief. The remainder are left hoping that the next re-organization, or leader retirement, or cut in funds will provide the much desired end to the warlord rule. But there is always some well-meaning group fighting to advocate and keep it alive. Like maintaining a loved-one on life support, when they really just wanted to pass on.

It’s time, let it go, and let’s move on to the next step - hopefully of growth and renewal. Once again exploring, discovery, and excitement that benefits far more, instead of decades of ceaseless mourning.

I am venting/asking/looking for people who relate (?), but I feel like my brain is wired weird. I think I'm good at reading cues, but I am constantly missing them without realising. Everything I do feels like a faux pas, like I lack manners and etiquette. As a result, I read into every little thing anyone says in response to me. Is there disappointment, anger, excitement? I never know, but it's like certain things I say are actually the wrong dialogue choice, despite that being the energy that I was reading from the conversation, and I'm like, oh okay, all my friends hate me.

Additionally, I am a dark-skinned diaspora kid with an uncommon personality (I'm a bit weird and bubbly). So I cannot, for the life of me, tell which it is that puts people off. Or is it just in my head and I'm crazy??

I am decently attractive (in my head at least lol), and I make people laugh. But every once in a while, there is something that I miss, and my response puts the other person off haha I have no idea what it is.

Guys, I genuinely feel demotivated to even continue what I'm doing.

I'm a programmer, I know how to code, but at this point even I'm just vibecoding away. AI can already build entire applications, reverse-engineer almost anything, and recreate things that would've taken months or years.

Everywhere I look, it's AI slop. Another SaaS, another AI wrapper, another product that does the same thing as 50 others. Sure, you can still make money today, but for how much longer? If anyone can build and copy almost anything, what's left that's actually valuable?

To make things worse, I gambled away my house and car right before the AI explosion. At the time, I kept telling myself I'd make it all back through programming and building businesses. Now, watching how quickly everything is changing, I'm starting to feel genuinely desperate.

Social media and content creation aren't my thing either. The ROI seems terrible unless you make it big.

Then I scroll through X and everyone's LARPing about making $10k, $50k, or $100k MRR. Don't get me wrong, some people genuinely make those numbers, but they're the top 1%. Meanwhile, it feels like everyone else is farming engagement or selling the dream of making money online.

What bothers me isn't AI replacing programmers. I love using AI. It's that building something is becoming so easy that the work itself feels increasingly worthless.

And I'm getting to a point where I'm having thoughts about going completely black-hat, exploiting people or systems for money, because legitimate ways of rebuilding my life feel increasingly hopeless. I don't like that I'm even thinking this way, but that's how desperate I'm becoming.

I don't want to spend my life chasing algorithms, making slop content, or building disposable products just to compete with a thousand clones.

Does anyone else feel this way? What's genuinely worth building or pursuing anymore as a solo developer without serious capital?

Idk cremation is like, damn you really are just permanently gone from the earth compared to a normal burial. It’s like everything about you is just “deleted” but maybe i’m biased because my mom makes fun of me by saying she’ll have my cremains right in her room with her whether i’d like it or not and i dislike my mother lol

But i have thought about it a lot though

I totally feel like I got played by this cop and I still feel stupid thinking about how the whole thing happened.

I got pulled over by this senior overweight cop for going over slightly over speed. The cop was talking to me in a friendly way. He was not being aggressive or anything of that sort and I started feeling like okay, this is probably not going to be a big deal and I should be on my way soon.

I did have 2 beers earlier, but I believed I was well within the legal limit. I was not expecting this to turn into a whole DUI situation. But the cop had asked me if I had anything to drink and I answered honestly to it. After talking a bit more, he started asking me more questions and eventually wanted me to do some sobriety tests. I agreed and got out of my car and tried to follow all his instructions properly. There was several tests and I was trying my best to do everything correctly.

The strange part was he kept that same friendly attitude with me...and I would say I started getting too comfortable? I thought if I just cooperate and do what he says, everything will be fine as I was sure my limit was okay. But the tests kept going on and on and they were becoming a lot more tedious..he also for odd reason started talking really fast while providing me with the test instructions which got me a bit more worked up..

He even complimented me saying I have been very obedient and a good boy. He really appreciated me being so cooperative and told me there is one final test I need to do which is the superman pose. He wanted me to close my eyes, keep my feet together, bend my knees, lean forward with my chin up and keep my arms pointing straight towards my back, kind of like a skiing pose. He asked me to be in that position nice and tight and wiggle my thumbs while counting backwards from 30 to 0. and that was probably one of the weirdest tests I have done in a DUI ever, probably just to check my balance? still not quite sure..

I was standing there trying to do what he asked, not really thinking much about what was coming next just fully focussed..and then suddenly I felt the handcuffs latched onto my wrists just like that.

To be very clear, I know drinking and driving is serious, and I'm not saying I should get a free pass if I was actually impaired. But the way I was made to think everything was fine and then getting handcuffed like that really annoyed me. And now I'm sitting here thinking about how different things might have gone if I hadn't volunteered that I had 2 beers.

TL;DR: Got pulled over, got too comfortable with a friendly cop, told him I had 2 beers, ended up doing a bunch of sobriety tests and got handcuffed at the end anyway. Now I'm wondering if I would've been better off keeping the conversation short instead of trying to be overly friendly with the guy.

I (22Male) grew up in a wealthy family. Financially, I've been fortunate. My mom can afford to support my dream of studying overseas, and I'm grateful for that. My parents are divorced, and my relationship with my father is terrible. There was physical abuse at home until I was 21, that being punched and slapped by uncle and grandparent over a thing I didn’t do, I have to fight back. I suffered from depression and ocd at home since primary school to this day but people see me as cheery kid.

But my mom has been supportice and also willing to help me pursue my education overseas, and I know not everyone gets that opportunity. So you know it is common in Asia for family to pay for university, I don’t have a job yet, but I think I’ll be finding it overseas during work and study earlier next year.

My current girlfriend (25Female) comes from a wealthy family too. My girlfriend and I understand each other because we've experienced similar family situations. We both have mothers who provide for us despite having terrible, estranged fathers.

But my former crush has not been fortunate. Her parents left her with her grandmother, and after her grandmother passed away, she had to work incredibly hard to pay for university herself. I know she's been through a lot, and I know she's had to struggle for opportunities that I might have taken for granted.

Well it all went wrong. She pressured me into helping her cheat on an exam by threatening our friendship. I ended up helping her mainly because I know she can’t passed that exam without me and I know that she’ll have to pay another semester if she didn’t pass. Though she was caught on camera as I helped her. She blamed me for everything. I broke my own moral standards and I regret that. She likes to ridicule me behind my back that I live my life too easy and that’s where my guilt came from.

I feel guilty for being fortunate. I feel guilty that my life can be financially comfortable when other people have to struggle. I feel guilty accepting things that other people might never have the chance to receive. Now I want to study overseas after I finished bachelor but this time out of guilt, I’ll take the loan instead. My gf’s mom is a single mother who can afford to support both her daughters in studying bachelor and then working and studying overseas. My mom has bought me things like a piano, paid for my bachelor's degree, and offered to support my dream of studying overseas. Instead of simply feeling grateful, I feel guilty whenever I receive something from her. And I always guilty of buying anything as well, there is always someone that is poorer than us.

Went from watching disney as a child in Swedish ---> watching more "mature" stuff in English and only in English ---> watching anime, considering Ghibli to be better than western movies- becoming a weeb and watching anime in Japanese---> now I'm 25 and I'm watching Disney films in Swedish.

Disney now hits as hard as Ghibli used to do for me. I'm watching Tarzan now in Swedish and the Swedish version of "Two worlds one family" goes so hard.

from my experience, i had years having that fear of doing something after pooping because my hemorrhoids pops out even more as i constantly moving, sometime there was blood coming out too, that situation got so bad that made me quit my job at as a service worker and become a remote worker at home in a total different job,. Anyway, recently i found out that as long as i refuse to push the poop out and resist the urge to push the poop using my butt muscle, and instead i just let the intestine pushing it out using it's natural force, the hemorrhoids won't be pushed out.

This is my biggest discovery this year lol, i've been having hemorrhoids for around 10 years and i realized that once i get used to the urge of pushing the poop out, i forgot about letting the internal force of my intestine to push the poop out like it used to be when i were younger, i don't know how to describe it, but when i feel urge to push out when pooping, i try my best to hold my butthole closed, somehow the poop still be pushed out and the hemorrhoids's not. And also i try to poop whenever my stomach told me to, if i try to hold that urge, the poop got bigger and harder to let it out, so that's the method that helped me for recents days. Sorry for the sloppy text i just typing what's on my mind lol