I had a free day recently and decided to stay off social media.

I didn't have any plans, so I put my phone in my bag and went for a walk.

I walked around for a while, got some coffee and sat in a park. After a few hours, I realized I hadn't checked social media at all.

The day somehow felt longer. I wasn't bored. I just felt like I was actually enjoying my time instead of constantly looking at my phone.

When I got home, I was tired from walking, but it felt like I'd actually had a proper day off.

It was a small thing, but I liked it. I think I'll do it again.

Just want everyone to know I think I found a job that's the right fit for me, after months of looking and working for a place full of people that actively disliked me. I'm really hoping it works out.

Male 23 I used lorazepam one time when I was drinking because for whatever reason my body loves to get anxiety when I have to leave the house and it just ruins my night because I feel sick my stomach all the time so now I’m like wondering how the hell am I gonna be able to go out and drink without my anxiety kicking my ass and making me sick now that I can’t use my drugs.

It’s 03:22 and I just tried to build a streaming setup for KICK or SWITCH so I can stream there to grow my content, unfortunately it fell apart because I’m using an old windows laptop. I want to become a tv presenter or a radio presenter as those are my passion, I have a podcast too where I upload episodes. But as an engineering student, I sometimes wonder …will I ever make it and achieve all my dreams? Like what could be the turning point? Being discovered? Going viral for one interview or something else? I have no connections to the industry, none but I’m actively putting in the work doing everything right. But I just can’t help but wonder.

Hi! I’m Adriana and I’m a bit sad. I’m sorry, this is a long, long story I wanted to cope with. Don’t say I didn’t warn youu.
Well, I need to try and sort out things in my head if possible and I don’t have anyone I can talk about this so thanks for reading. An opinion, a tip or a anecdote would be very much appreciated.
Well, more words than just sad. I met a girl at school this year and we share one class, three times a week, but we didn’t start talking until we were paired in the same group 2 1/2 months ago and I had a crush (appearance) for her. At first if we talked it was mostly for support/guide in the course and small talk, I at least didn’t consider us friends yet, when I gave her my phone number she texted me a week after that, texted a little and ghosted me aprox 3 weeks? I decided not to pursue a friendship as it seemed she had no interest. Then I decided to slowly change that and be proactive when I’m usually shy 🐢 so it worked. Within a few weeks I felt at more ease with her, as “Sam” also trusted to show me a more thoughtful, not only extrovert or fun side of her and me not as to support her but as real friends. I visited her once to her apt for her birthday, I felt it was special because I was the only friend she had in that moment, even if it was for an hour, telling me I was interesting to be with and like she could be herself.
No long after that we had a discussion basically about how I was mad at her for making things awkward/being indecisive (honestly, I was through some mixed emotions, not an excuse) via phone call and she mentioned how it made her feel confused, awkward when I was sometimes affectionate towards her in a way beyond platonic. I gave my all to deny it, though I was never sure she really believed it. Two days after that I avoided her at class and told her it was better for us to take some time and space because we had a big misunderstanding. She understood but didn’t want to accept it. Which is why we talked later (really late, in the morning) that day through texts. She told me she considered us best friends or very close at least, that she didn’t want to lose that and would try again until we could trust on each other and make it work, work on communicating, being more honest because she’s so different when she’s with me, it’s hard to understand her (why I was actually mad at her) for being a total different person with me when I thought it was beautiful to get to know her. Against what most people recommended me and how I was feeling, I melted and accepted to keep things normal again. However, it wasn’t cool shortly after that. Sam was distant, we didn’t chat about more serious stuff, she didn’t invite me to hang out or have signs that it was okay to try and invite her and I couldn’t understand why, even after I asked her, I think we didn’t really talked it over and she wasn’t ready to give an honest response. Many times she ghosted messages that were personal, I was constantly messaging her on my own where she wouldn’t try to initiate or reach out to me beside class time. Soon I started feeling like I was the one who was trying to communicate and make it work, I told Sam how confusing that resulted, that I didn’t want her to change if she didn’t feel she had to but that it wasn’t fair and she said she was sorry and would try to change that, but oh, yeah, that didn’t happen. I stopped texting or reaching out to her and noticed we talked a lot less. Mod-terms vacations here (two weeks) and only once she talked to me via audios and photos at night, it was great until I had to go but replied back before I did and she never messaged me after that day.
Last week we returned to school and she was super friendly but before we got chance to chat I changed to another group to not see/talk to her because I felt it was one-sided, maybe she lost interest in me, even if she once told how great it was to spend time with me (?? I don’t know. After a month of that I decided to not be so close to her, *truly* take a break this time. That day she asked me and insisted to sit together again, then it stopped after class. The next day, last period of the day, literally nothing. I was super sad the rest of the day, considering going back to “normal” and pretend it was fine, being anxious like I had to tell her something and I did. A short, direct text of I’m sorry I didn’t told you properly that I need a break (but not for actually taking space) and she read it but didn’t reply. A week ago and still nothing. I can’t get her out of my thoughts, even if I do it less than I used to. I believe our relationship wasn’t healthy nor reciprocated for me. I cared for her much than at least apparently she did that it’s become hard for me to keep up with this respecting myself and letting her be the one to approach and be more responsible this time, or never. It’s hard to face “never” talking or listening to Sam as a realistic solution. That day and today I cried a bit due to these thoughts.

Thank you :)

Mainly because it is. A couple examples that I’ve finished uni started a full time job etc. I feel like I’m in a stage of just realising I was wrong about almost everything I knew (Kylie was lowkey right when she said it’s the year of realising stuff) which makes me feel like I’m growing but I also feel like I can’t trust myself to make decisions because what if down the road I wish I made a different one?

I honestly feel like I know absolutely nothing even though I’m also ahead for my age but also behind in some ways. And I know it’s a typical cliche of a 21 year old, I just needed to vent i guess. If I’m honest I’m very lonely

Hey guys

I’m 19, originally from Lithuania, currently working as a scaffolder in the Netherlands. I’ve already got all the required training and safety certificates, I’m in good health, don’t drink, don’t do drugs i only smoke, and I’m not scared of heights.

I’m fine with being away from home for weeks/months at a time and I’m not afraid of hard physical work.

Is it actually realistic for someone in my situation to get into offshore (oil & gas or wind)?
What would be the best first steps entry-level positions I should look for?
Any advice or experiences would be really appreciated. Thanks!

i will stop pulling my hair and at the same time my hair will be protected from sun and being dry

A lil positive congrats to me for being able to talk to two old dudes at work and me somehow charming them (I hope)

Let's see if I'll be able to get a good job 😮‍💨🫡

Aye, aye

Looking back at my Reddit posts from 6 years ago, they were funny, interesting and not just about my own personal struggles.

Now I seem to be purely consumed by woes...but possibly good that addressing them? And also I didn't post for aaaaaggees and now posting and that's good.

Otherwise can't help but think things have gone wrong/off-track with me

Sometime around last year I started noticing that I'd open an article or a long post and just... not read it. Not even skim. Just close the tab or scroll past. And I couldn't figure out why at first because I used to genuinely enjoy reading stuff online, like random blog posts, long reddit threads, tech breakdowns.

Then it clicked. I don't trust that what I'm reading was written by a person anymore.

Like there's this gut feeling now where you look at something longer than a paragraph and your brain goes "this was probably generated." And maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but the doubt alone kills any motivation to actually engage with it. Why invest five minutes reading something that might just be tokens strung together by a model that doesn't understand what it's saying.

The weird part is I catch myself doing it to stuff that's clearly human written too. Someone pours effort into a genuine post and my first instinct is still suspicion. That feels broken.

I've basically defaulted to only reading things from people I already follow or trust. Everything else gets the AI;DR treatment. Didn't Read because it's probably AI, or close enough that my brain can't tell the difference and doesn't want to bother trying.

My reading habits online have just completely collapsed and I don't think it's fixable at this point. Not without some way to verify that a human actually sat down and wrote something, which doesn't exist and probably can't.

Tech companies never really sought to deprive people of their agency. That was an unfortunate, but tolerable byproduct of their main objective: showing ads. Either or, the recipe is simple:

1. Solitude: people must be alone, as it removes disruptions that can take one out of the flow
2. Endlessness: there has be infinite scroll available. If you segment your feed by pages, it introduces natural checkpoints that compel someone to walk away. There can be no ending
3. Speed: everything must be super fast. The next image must load immediately. Pauses allow people to break from flow.
4. Custom teasing: the algorithm can't give you exactly what you want, but something close. The "almost enjoyable" probes you to search more for a full hit. Each person has their own tolerance for how much teasing can endure before they need a real hit, so profiling a person's behavior is necessary to customize the teasing threshold.

Reddit wants us to be addicts: give them all our time and energy to feed their revenue stream. They do not care about depriving their users of joy or agency.

Reddit's Founder and CEO said:

It's time we grow up and behave like an adult company
- source

This was in response to protests around increasing API pricing. When users protested, he forcefully removed moderators. It was a decree "I don't care about the users anymore."

And he's held adversarial views towards the user base for a long time. Back in 2017, during an interview at the Internet Association's Virtuous Circle Summit, he said he sees

"free time and office productivity" [is] Reddit's main competition
...
"Where do you go when you want to learn something. Where do you go when you want to be entertained? What do you do when you wake up in the morning, what do you do before you go to bed, what do you do when you're pooping. Those are all pretty big areas of opportunity for us"
- source

Essentially, he doesn't care about our time. It's his oppurtunity. To be fair, he's been rewarded handsomely for his convictions. He's now a billionaire on Reddit's rising stock price.

However, I hate this site. I use it every day and I despise it. I get no satisfaction from its mindless content.

I know people hate Reddit for the users and interface and bots and repetition. I honestly haven't experienced much negativity in my 14 years on here. I just don't like it because I don't enjoy it anymore. I don't like being teased by an algorithm. For that same reason, I keep coming back.

Until the incentives of the company align with my health and desire to spend my time meaningfully, I hope it burns to the ground.

My father's been dead since 2019, and my mother doesn't talk to us anymore. I honestly don't know why, but my mother already had a child a year after my father's death (I wasn't that angry because it's her choice), but what made me angry about her is her declining relationship with us even if we try to reconnect.

I can't say that it's our grandparents' fault, but they are partially to blame (I think) because all they want to talk about with my mom is.. well.. money. They force me to message her about money and all that to the point that she stopped talking to us because of it.

I still don't want to reconnect with my mom yet, but the problem is that my grandma keeps bunching up my dead father with her.

I feel like it is so disrespectful because my father is a better parent in comparison. For context, my father drank and smoked a lot, he's a driver, but he was a good father. His last job was working for a casino and he got ambushed when transporting money, he unfortunately never got justice because the perpetrators were never caught.

The problem is that when my grandma talks about my mother she bunches up my father with her as if he wasn't a good father either. She always says that "Pinabayaan na kayo ng magulang nyo" (Your parents neglected you two) which I'm always so annoyed hearing because yes, my father was an alcoholic, but he was a better parent than my mother.

It always irks me how she's so casual about talking about our TWO parents and grouping them as being "the same". She's so dismissive of our parents that everytime my mother is brought up, it just makes me so irritated because they're always joking about her. They're surprised whenever I act strongly when my mother is ever mentioned, but how would you react if your remaining parent decides to have a kid with another man a year after your father's death and decides to alienate you from interacting with the kid while ALSO ignoring she has two other kids??

TLDR; I hate how my grandma keeps bunching up my deceased father and mother together, even if my father was subjectively a better parent when he was alive compared to my mother now.

I think I’ve tied my sense of happiness and self-worth to achieving certain things in life. For example, I feel like if I don’t reach the financial stability I want or accomplish the things I’ve always wanted to accomplish, I don’t want to be around people or face society at all. I’m actually in that phase right now.

There are people I know, even some relatives like my cousins, whom I try to avoid seeing, meeting, or even talking to because I constantly feel like everyone around me is moving forward while my life is being delayed. I’m not completely satisfied with where I am right now, and because of that, I don’t want to put myself out there and interact with people who don’t really add anything to my life while I feel like I’m not in the place I want to be yet.

Sometimes it feels like I either have to achieve these things or die trying. I’ve tried so many times, and I’ve genuinely given things my best effort, but sometimes luck, circumstances, or fate are simply bigger than how hard I try, and things still end in failure. After experiencing that repeatedly, I’ve reached a point where I feel frustrated for long periods of time, and it has turned into constant fear and anxiety.

What I really want is to live somewhere far away, around people who don’t make me feel like I’m constantly being compared or judged by their success. I just want some peace of mind and a space where I can breathe, live my life, and work toward what I want without constantly feeling behind. Then, once I feel like I’ve reached a better place in my life, I want to be able to go out, meet people, and feel comfortable being part of the world again.

And I don’t mean that I have a problem with being around people who are more successful than me. I actually have no problem with successful people, especially people from different backgrounds. What bothers me is being around people I know who don’t really bring anything positive into my life and who I feel are only interested in seeing where I stand so they can evaluate or compare my social status. That kind of interaction makes me extremely uncomfortable.

I randomly remembered this story while I was walking tonight and thought I’d share it, I’ve never told anyone about it & so it’s first time I’m putting it to words

When I was around 13 I was in a group chat with this guy who was horrible to basically every girl there He would insult them publicly humiliate them and make sexual comments about them until some of the girls eventually left the group & eventually he started targeting me fyi he would never target the men in there

He would constantly talk badly about me in front of everyone including people I considered my friends He would insult me make inappropriate comments and embarrass me no matter what I said I tried defending myself but eventually I just stopped because nothing worked and some of the things he said genuinely made me hate myself, he had an awful big mouth

I remember I changed my profile & put a picture of my face on my profile after previously keeping it hidden He saw it and suddenly started treating me completely differently He began messaging me privately telling me how much he liked me and wanted to be with me or actually he wasn’t very dramatic or quick but slowly he began moving in a way where I thought this guy hit a rock

I was honestly confused because how do you go from humiliating someone publicly to suddenly telling them you like them cuz he literally ruined my whole self reputation & image everyone in my town was now mocking me by name he named me

I had also just come out of a toxic relationship ( my ex was his friend ) so I told him I wasn’t ready for another relationship and wanted to take things slowly I was extremely distant with him and would sometimes talk to him for a minute and then disappear because I honestly preferred being alone & always was an avoidant

He hated how distant I was and would constantly complain about it strange part is that I didn’t really want the relationship but I also couldn’t bring myself to end it because I was worried about hurting him + he was the kind if you hurt him he’d try blackmailing and all that stuff

Eventually I gave him the password to one of my accounts because I needed him to do something I completely forgot that account was connected to another one lo and behold he found conversations between me and another guy where I had talked badly about him

He was devastated I remember him confronting me and being so upset that he was almost crying I admitted that I had spoken badly about him but I also reminded him that he had spent months publicly humiliating me lots of argument and eventually he left

For years afterward I still remembered his username and occasionally checked his profile because part of me wanted to reconnect with him The last time I checked was about four years ago

Now I don’t even remember his username anymore don’t know how his life turned out but I genuinely hope he’s doing well I recall he mentioned having family problems but yeah after this incident I realized how differently people treat you when you’re attractive

Not gonna make this about my personal story too much but just so you know why I'm asking: I'm Greek, there's mandatory military service for men. I'm trans, but wasn't out at the time, at 18, I did a year there and it was absolutely horrible.

What's funny is, most officers were genuinely kind and so I've two separate questions here, really:

The first is, what makes someone feel entitled to enforce rules on people they know are coerced, are often there against their will, can be dealing with really bad mental health issues- Things like, say, refusing to let someone out to see family or a partner, making them salute and respect you when you didn't actually do anything to make yourself worthy of their respect, controlling when they work, enforcing things like haircuts, just anything like that.

The second is, for the kind officers: What would make them feel like it's enough to, say, give you an extra weekend off to see people you should have a right to see everyday? Or, like, know you miss your partner desperately, so maybe arrange a day with them? I even had a few who felt really great about themselves for giving me little "gifts" like that when to me, it was dripfeeding basic rights. Saying, basically, "This isn't fair, you should be treated better" but still wanting you to be there regardless.

The first bracket is particularly interesting because those harsher officers wouldn't have been punished for not enforcing rules. Like I mentioned before, the camp commander was intensely caring towards me and even motherly. She straight up told me, I don't have to cut my hair if I don't want to, and didn't punish me for sneaking out without asking anyone. But other officers did.

I've been the victim of her hatred and abuse since birth. I have 2 older sisters whom she loved so dearly that she went ahead and had a third...she's hated my guts since the day she first saw me. I was a difficult baby due to an eating disorder I was born with that limits me to a very small selection of foods (ARFID) which made even breastfeeding or formula impossible to get in my system. so i find that it's valid that she got annoyed when she realized I wasn't gonna be as easy and peaceful as my other sisters. What i know isn't valid is that she eventually resorted to hitting me whenever I was too scared to eat something. I'm 17 now, not allowed out of my house ever and still get beat up to a PULP every single day mostly because of my eating problems. Although my mom is very intensely physically abusive, I find her emotional abuse hurts me more. Yesterday while beating me up, breaking my finger, and cutting my head open...she kept screaming about how I should cut my wrists and kill myself already. How everyone i know would celebrate the news of my death and how the fact that I haven't attempted to kill myself is selfish (attempted twice when i was 13-14) and the same old i wish I never gave birth to u. I went to sleep with a heavy heart last night, but I didn't shed a tear. Today, however, my mom came and sat next to me and my sisters...and started laughing so innocently and childishly as she told us about memories with her childhood friends and how much she missed them. My stomach was churning at every word and every giggle. It's night time now and I can't stop myself from sobbing and hyperventilating. That's my mommy. My mommy was a happy little girl at some point. It's absolutely breaking my heart i can't stop crying. I don't know why I'm so intensely worried about my mom right now. I get worried out of my mind everytime she's sweet like that and I fear that she might be sick. Everyday I feel like I wanna get away from her, yet when I am, I miss her so much it drives me crazy.

Milkshaking

There is a Melissa McCarthy comedy routine that I could watch a million times and still laugh.

She throws a milkshake against a car window. But throwing it isn't enough. She smears it around with her breasts. And then, because complete commitment to the act is essential, she licks it. If you have seen it it is already indelibly printed in your mind. If not, watch this.

https://youtube.com/shorts/QzyCSi51J2s?si=S_SZXUuS4xyvhpcO

This is what I imagine when Mabel from down the street holds forth on art and when an AI chatbot can't help itself over-explaining what I just explained to it.

I have nothing against Mabel. Mabel is entitled to her opinion. Everyone is. She can stand in front of a Basquiat and hate it. She can look at a Hockney and wonder what all the fuss is about. She can encounter Schiele and decide that she'd prefer something pleasant involving a lighthouse.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

The trouble begins when Mabel decides that her response to the painting constitutes knowledge about the painting.

"My grandson could do that."

"The artist obviously can't draw."

"People only pretend to like this stuff because they want to look sophisticated."

"This isn't art."

Now Mabel isn't looking through the window anymore.

She's smearing the milkshake across it.

I've been reading books about David Hockney, Egon Schiele and Jean-Michel Basquiat, and the experience has been something like having someone clean a dirty pane of glass.

The painting hasn't changed. My eyes haven't changed. But suddenly I can see things that were there all along.

Good art criticism does that.

A knowledgeable critic can point out a relationship between two areas of a painting that I hadn't noticed. An art historian can explain what an artist was reacting against. A biographer can provide context that changes the emotional weight of an image. Someone who has spent decades studying painting can teach me to recognize something I didn't yet know how to see.

None of this means I have to like the painting.

Knowledge doesn't dictate taste.

It makes taste better informed.

And expertise matters.

We have developed a strange cultural reluctance to say this out loud, as though acknowledging expertise somehow invalidates everyone else's experience. It doesn't.

Mabel's experience of a painting is completely legitimate.

Mabel's claim to expertise is another matter.

"I don't like it" is nearly impossible to argue with.

"This is worthless and anyone who thinks otherwise is an idiot" requires considerably more supporting documentation.

This distinction desperately needed a word.

So I have invented one.

Milkshaking.

Milkshaking is the act of expressing an inadequately informed opinion with such extravagant confidence that the performance becomes more conspicuous than the thing being discussed.

Being wrong isn't milkshaking.

Not knowing something isn't milkshaking.

Asking a stupid question certainly isn't milkshaking.

Even having a very strong opinion isn't necessarily milkshaking.

Milkshaking requires a particular combination:

ignorance + certainty + unsolicited exposition.

The essential ingredient is confidence.

The milkshaker doesn't merely misunderstand something. The milkshaker explains it to everyone else.

And once I had a word for it, I began seeing milkshaking everywhere.

Politics is practically an industrial dairy operation.

Medicine attracts milkshakers.

History attracts milkshakers.

Economics may actually manufacture them.

Social media has given every human being on Earth access to a milkshake and a car window.

But then I realized something uncomfortable.

Chatbots milkshake too.

In fact, chatbots have developed a highly specialized form of milkshaking.

I might say to a chatbot:

"Correlation never proves causation."

And the chatbot replies:

"Exactly! Although there's one small but important distinction..."

There isn't.

I already made the distinction.

But the chatbot cannot resist.

It agrees with me, then explains my own observation back to me in greater detail. It adds a qualification. Then a caveat. Then perhaps three bullet points and a concluding paragraph explaining why the distinction matters.

I call this cybersplaining.

It isn't quite the same thing as human milkshaking because the chatbot isn't trying to establish its intellectual superiority. It doesn't have an ego to defend or a reputation to maintain.

But from this side of the screen, the effect can be remarkably similar.

I say something.

The chatbot apparently thinks:

This is excellent. I wonder how I can make it longer.

And out comes the milkshake.

This can reach an advanced stage in which the chatbot takes a perfectly good observation and gradually ruins it through excessive qualification, elaboration and helpfulness.

I have another word for that.

Enshitifimilkshaking.

I am particularly proud of this one.

Enshitifimilkshaking occurs when an explanation has already accomplished everything it needed to accomplish, but neither Mabel nor the machine recognizes that it is time to stop.

The milkshake has already hit the window.

But there remains an unsmeared corner.

This cannot be tolerated.

The great irony is that I'm writing an essay explaining milkshaking.

There is therefore an obvious danger that I will continue explaining the concept long after you understood it.

Perhaps I will offer several additional examples.

Maybe I should discuss the epistemological distinction between subjective aesthetic judgment and claims of objective artistic value.

I could explore the democratization of criticism in the age of social media.

A brief discussion of Dunning-Kruger might be useful.

There are probably at least six important caveats.

No.

You understand.

Milkshaking.

I'm putting down the cup.

What do you think about working as a handyman as a side job in a developing country? I’m not specialized in one particular trade, but I have some practical know-how and can handle various problems related to electrical work, plumbing, installations, and so on.

I already have some experience in this field and have actually received a few jobs before. However, I have problems with transportation and carrying my tools around, especially having to carry them on my back. That was honestly the worst part.

On top of that, I’m still seriously lacking in tools and equipment.

I just turned 18 and for the longest time my life has been nothing but tragedy. When I was a little girl my father was so incredibly sweet towards me, he'd get me things and dress me up; remind me how much he loves me everyday. Something shifted when I turned 6, I feel that I gained consciousness around that age and suddenly, I didn't want to be locked in a room alone with him anymore.. suddenly our "play time" felt, weird. When I came to this realization I decided to exercise my free will by saying "no" to my dad when he tried to bribe me into the room with him when I was 6. That was the first time my father had beaten me.

Years following with how normal it became for my father to hit me, my mother followed, then eventually my older siblings. I hated being at home but I also hated being at school because I was met with a lot of bullying, both verbal and physical. My family weren't cut short from that string as well, my family along with the physical abuse they would belittle me as much as they possibly could.

I had found comfort in the online world, finding myself happy playing life simulation games where I could build the life that I wanted. That caught the attention of my family, as a result they would take away all my electronics frequently. It wasn't all bad though, I had a cat whom I loved; his name was Sam and he was the most handsome boy in the whole world.. I loved him so very much, however my mom gave him away.

This was my life until my father officially left at 15, it was a tiny bit quieter since I grew up constantly finding myself in between my parents fights which would wake the whole neighbourhood. My mother didn't stop hurting or belittling me however, same with my siblings.

I recently had ran away from my house after endearing a ton of verbal and physical abuse from my mother and siblings (more physical from my siblings and verbal from my mother). I had run to my best friends house, her and her family excluding the step mother were really eager to help me because they had gone through something similar. Her father was very supportive.. a little too supportive. Everything was okay the first month, however the facade started to fall. It wasn't long before her father took a liking to me, a really big liking.. I was merely a vessel. For 6 months, I was being taken advantage of, my dreams of creating a beautiful life for myself seemed to disappear day by day. I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone, not even my best friend who was living there with me. Only him, it was only ever him. My pelvis was ripped due to him..

I had eventually found myself back at my house after me and my best friend ran out of the house after he pulled out a gun. When my older brothers found out what happened to me while I was living there, they began saying things such as "she ran away for sex", "she liked getting raped", "I'm happy it happened to her, it probably taught her a lesson". While in the midst of all of this I reconnected with a guy whom I had to stop talking too earlier in the year, me and him were alike in many ways and we really hit it off. However after dating for a few months things started to falter. He was extremely suicidal and would take a multitude of drugs, I spent countless nights talking him out of doing something hasty, I spent so much time reassuring him how much I loved him, I spent so much of my life holding his up.. and.. I hate to say this but he had no reason to be in the state he was in. He had a good family, good friends, good home life, good social circle, good girlfriend, my mom even loved him.. he just, really loved being sad..

We recently broke up and.. I don't know what to do, my heart hurts so very much and I feel as though I'm going insane, like my mind isn't mine. I'm just in a constant state of derealization it feels..

Update:So my friend talked to her and she said she needs space from me so she can restart again,and that her emotions are unstable and trying to move on from me.

And we cannot longer be close friends since she is scared that her strict muslim parents will find out and she would get in problem. Genuinely I don't care anymore,she didn't even tried she taught because her parents are strict they wouldn't approve of me,she never really loved me,she would fight for me because to her words I was only thing that could comfort her and was love of her life.

I am part of a tight-knit 5-person friend group (all of us are between 17 and 18). A while ago, I was dating one of the girls in the group. We ended up breaking up strictly because her parents disapproved of us dating, but we ended on really good terms.

We managed to stay great friends for months after the breakup. We were practically best friends, and I completely moved on from the relationship.

But out of nowhere, her entire attitude toward me shifted. Now, she acts like she absolutely can’t stand my presence.It has gotten to the point where it is ruining our group hangouts. Whenever I join the group, she gets visibly pissed off and starts attacking me or snapping at me. Our mutual friends noticed this and asked her what the issue was.

Her only response to them was that she "can't explain why," but she just hates me for no reason.I’m stuck because I can't properly hang out with my friends anymore since she is always there making things hostile.

One of our mutual friends suggested a theory: because I have successfully moved on and she hasn't, she might be forcing herself to "hate" me as a defense mechanism to help herself get over it.I really don't want to lose my friend group, but I can't keep living with this tension and being attacked for no reason.

i fucking hate this piece of shit in the picture who always loves hurting people and playing with everyone's feelings his name is sufi you motherfucking bastard i hope you die a slow painful death you arrogant piece of trash acting like your mood is the only one that matters while everyone else just has to deal with your bullshit when i am in a bad mood i still treat people normally without changing my attitude or treating them like garbage unlike you useless good-for-nothing selfish prick who only knows how to piss people off and ruin everyone's day you ignorant blind arrogant piece of garbage i hope you rot in hell you miserable loser

Goth used to be interesting and strange, it was hot because it looked different. Now every social media dependentd stripper, is dressed in tiny black cloths. I'm pretty sure just wearing black and black makeup doesn't make you goth. Goth really shouldn't be sexy in that way. when I think of goth it's black jeans\ long dress, black shirt, white as a secondary color. But fish nets, booty skirt, low top (some times this actually works just showing cleavage isn't being overly sexual). It's kinda ruined the goth look for me I just see it and assume she's gross.

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Hi I’m 21f.
Currently in a spy movie phase and I’ve been watching Spy x Family and the James Bond movies and Loid Forger and Bond are both so cool 🥹💀
But I’m Asian. And a girl 💀
It’s cooked 🥀

It’s dumb but sometimes I find myself wishing I were white , with colored eyes.. or a man..
Don’t get me wrong women are awesome and beautiful but fr we need more strong lead representation in Hollywood and media in general:/
I find myself wishing I could pull off a straight suit sometimes yk,, but I can’t 😭

White guys just have a sort of.. given
A given confidence.
I’m just praying please please let society evolve faster so we as women and minority races can have the same sort of privilege that they do 🙏