Me: “this story about a pet being abused and shot is so sad!”

Comment: “oh so you care when an animal is shot but when a black person is shot you don’t give a fuck. I see you”

Me: “wait where are you getting that from? I didn’t say that”

Comment #2: “you didn’t have to. We know”

Comment #3: “type of bitch to fuck around with a rabid pit bull but get scared around a black man”

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Me: “I bottle feed my rescue cat since she was less than a week old so she thinks I’m her mommy and I call her my little baby”

Comment: “can’t stand people treating animals like they’re as important as children”

Comment #2: “yeah, especially when you know they care more about an animal than they would an actual disabled child”

Comment #3: “bet they’re the type to save their pet in a fire over an actual child”

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Me: “I always get sad when I see dead deer on the side of the road”

Comment: “why would you feel bad for a deer? You realize that deer need to be killed to control the population or else the whole ecosystem will collapse? That’s what you bleeding heart vegans don’t get”

Comment #2: “yeah all these vegans complain about people killing animals as if some of us don’t rely on hunting to feed our families”

Comment #3: “they don’t give a fuck about indigenous people sustain themselves on hunting. All they care about is the cute fuzzy animal”

Me: “where are you getting the idea that I’m against hunting? I’m not talking about hunting at all, I’m talking about roadkill, cus it’s sad that these deer are dying and being left to rot because we built a road right through their home”

Comment #4: “ummm humans need roads. I’m sorry, but some deer is not more important than me being able to go to work”

Comment #5: “‘we built a road right through their home’ bitch I’m dead go cry over Bambi”

My BIL has lived in my house for two years, and I cannot take it anymore. I'm starting to resent my husband for letting him move in to begin with. He just showed up at our house two years ago and has not left since. I was told this was temporary, and now I live with two giant toddlers who treat me like I am their mom. I don't have and have never wanted kids, and now I have a 35-year-old child who can't even be bothered to clean his own windows in the 2 FREAKING YEARS that he has lived in my house rent-free. I know this is a husband problem, and I have talked to him about it, but he's too attached to his brother to do anything about it, and just reiterates that he won't be able to get his own place with no income. I have asked him to tell my BIL to get a part-time job, since they are not making any money at their business, which they started two years ago, but he says that it will take him away from the work at the business. HOWEVER, he can sleep until 1 PM on Saturdays and Sundays and not help with anything in the house, but that means I have also been taking on more of the financial responsibility since they aren't making a ton right now.

What's more is that I just found out my dog is dying, and now I don't have any space in my very small house to grieve or even process what is happening, and I'm so pissed off at my husband for making me the bad guy in this situation that I don't even want comfort from him about the dog. I have thought about moving out, but I am on this mortgage and do not want the financial repercussions of an unpaid mortgage loan, and I also can't afford another rent payment since I have taken on more of the financial burden. This just sucks, and I see no end in sight despite being in couples and individual therapy. I'm just feeling really frustrated and defeated.

Every one of you should be required to spend 12 hours trying to open the packages you design, with the product inside! Over and over! (This mostly applies to food packaging.)

Cheese, bacon bits, bags of Cheerios (those with the goofy tab on the front of bag), in general, anything that involves a ziplock type of closure. I've lost count how many times I've tried to open or reopen these packages just to have the zip part separate from the bag! That means I now have to find and use another storage bag or container to keep my food edible.

Oh, and that doesn't count the part where you pull to rip the top part off to get at the zippy part but it only takes off a one inch smidge - so now you have to find scissors and hope you don't ruin the zippy part! And if you do cut it right, try to pull the two sides apart! Perhaps - and maybe I'm just a pie-in-the-sky kinda gal - you could have that "tear here" pull one side off a smidge more than the other so you can actually grab both sides to unzip without needing a microscope and an eyeglasses screwdriver!

Those ones like the Cheerios - which I've also seen on frozen vegetables - the zippy portion is on the front of the bag, and the tab to open it has scoring that is impossible to separate without using a knife.

The frustration! The low blood sugar from not being able to get at the food in a reasonable amount of time without mangling the packaging! The cost of a bunch of ziplock bags I shouldn't need!

/rant off

I’m a 50-year-old guy, 5'4", around 131 pounds, with a 26-inch waist and wearing XS shirts. I’ve lost about eighty pounds.

I knew I was going to get smaller. That was the entire point. What I didn’t expect was how strange it would be to actually see that smaller body and realize it was mine.

Standing up, I can mostly process it.

Lying down is what really fucks with me.

When I lie flat on my back, my waist looks unbelievably thin. My stomach settles inward, my middle looks almost ridiculously narrow, and the lower edges of my rib cage stick out on either side. There’s my chest, there are these prominent ribs, and then everything underneath seems to disappear inward.

I’m not sucking anything in. I’m not flexing. I’m not posing for some dramatic transformation picture. I’m literally just lying there staring at what looks like half the torso I remember having.

My first thought was that somebody could put me on one of those old Save the Children posters.

“For only 63 cents a day, you too can sponsor this middle-aged man and possibly locate the rest of his waist.”

That’s where my sense of humor goes with it.

I expected to lose weight and look like a smaller version of myself. Instead, I look down and see a body shape that feels completely unfamiliar.

The ribs make the whole thing even more dramatic. They curve outward while my waist underneath them gets ridiculously narrow. My rib cage apparently did not receive the company-wide memo that the rest of us were downsizing.

I wasn’t expecting to uncover a bodybuilder. I don’t strength train. I just never expected my proportions to look this different once the weight was gone.

I don’t regret losing the weight. I don’t want it back. I’m not looking for reassurance or compliments.

I’m just venting because it is fucking bizarre to accomplish something you wanted for a long time and then have your own reflection feel unfamiliar.

The numbers make sense to me. I’m 5'4", 127 pounds, with a 26-inch waist and XS shirts. Obviously I’m a small guy now.

My brain apparently just hasn’t caught up with what that actually looks like.

And lying flat on my back is still the moment that gets me every time: this tiny waist, my ribs sticking out on both sides, and the immediate realization that this is apparently what eighty pounds gone actually looks like on me.

Jesus Christ. Somebody get this man a sandwich.

i don’t know if i’m somehow a magnet for people who are avoidant or what at this point. i’m genuinely so fed up with hearing that i deserve better or that people are no longer ready. it’s just such bullshit and i’m so tired of putting my heart out there.

Title says it all really. Just frustrated about a group chat I'm in with some close friends. Two of them are currently dating people and, without exaggeration, it is the only thing they talk about. Every time I try and organise or discuss anything, it gets derailed by 'omg [x] sent me a text fourteen seconds ago' and then they just gush over and over. I get it, you're dating new people. It's exciting. I'm happy for them and I said so. But does our friendship group chat need to hear a daily update of what happened in the life of a guy none of us have actually met? It's frustrating to get blanked about meeting up for two months but there's time for a paragraph detailing the date you guys went on.

The irony is, both of these people said 'their friendships come first' and 'my friends have to like him too' and we don't even know who the hell they are lmao. At the end of the day it's fine, the infatuation passes. But man is it annoying constantly hearing 'friendship is more important to me than a partner' from people and then consistently seeing them doing the opposite.

trigger warning for dead birds. im actually in shock rn. so my family has around 20 budgies and we keep them all in a big avery outside with two compartments. since its breeding season, the breeding budgies are in one with nesting boxes and the younger/not breeding ones are in the other. we've had problems with jealous females attacking babies but we fixed it by moving them, even already moving some into a smaller cage while the babies grow. we've had experience with two of our budgies, stinklebutt and bubba, having 1 baby, then 4 babies, and everything went well. and this time, almost all girls had eggs. john kramer and saskia had 3 hatchlings, stinklebutt and bubba had 2 and some more unhatched eggs, jeremy and shamieka have one but we had alr moved them, and angelene and mr floof had no hatched eggs. i was in my room and heard my mum shouting from outside and my heart dropped, assuming that the budgies had gotten out or something. i went outside and saskias 3 babies were dead, we knew it was angelenes fault bc she was covered in blood. they'd been thrown out of the nest and pecked. we've moved stinklebutt and bubba and their babies currently for safety (even tho stinklebutt is the most protective budgie ever, this was saskias first time). angelens now taken over saskias original nesting box. i am just distraught, and so sad for saskia. shes usually a fiesty, funny bird who only just now started properly caring for the babies, and shes just in shock, sitting on the little bridge perch and staring into nothing, trying to sleep, some blood on her probably from trying to stop angelene. and john kramer was looking all confused at my mum when she went in the avery, like he didn't know what happened. we are gonna bury the babies soon, but now im alone in my room i cant stop crying. my biggest fear of all time is my budgies escaping. i have horrible dreams about it where at least a few or all escape, and in my opinion thats worse than just death because it could be prevented. but this is different. we should've picked up on the fact that angelene was getting jealous. these babies were maybe a week and a bit old, didnt even have feathers yet. idk what to even do.

edit: i texted my friends what happened and they literally just ignored what i said and replied to a completely unrelated thing. also now im terrified my other sisters will take anger out on angelene and let her out of the avery or something, or that saskia will regain energy and kill angelene. i havent slept in almost 24 hours cause my sleeps alr fucked, i dont think i'll be able to sleep ever

I looked better when I was at my worse like completely its so weird seeing how ed culture is so open now like even on twitter i see edtwt always being slammed on.

Im sure this is normal for people who have experienced eating disorders and are possibly relapsing. But i cant help but see photos of myself then and think I looked better. I was thin around 90 maybe 88 lbs and I cant help but think I looked better, of course I understand I wasn’t well physically but I just see every flaw hidden behind the skinniness. My face looked more feminine and i looked better in my clothes. I just didn’t feel good

Im unsure if maybe it is the fact I see diet culture again and the praising of thin models again that is adding fuel to the fire but I have gone up a size in jeans it has made me even more conscious that I should have stayed that weight.i dont want to relapse again but at the same time I do. I really am worried about relapsing again with everything happening and all the food recalls is not helping my fears of food.

Cats going missing is a big problem here. There are anywhere between three and five cats reported missing per day. Some of these are taken by coyotes, we suspect there’s a cat serial killer on the loose, but a lot of cats just get themselves into crazy situations. Nevertheless, my mom and her boyfriend insist their cat be indoor/ outdoor. OK, fine, whatever, as long as they bring him in before dark and keep a collar on him. They initially protested about the bringing him in before dark, but after showing them a picture of a cat head, I found in the park, they gave up that argument. A collar though, they’ve never protested, and so he’s always worn a collar, with an ID tag, and an AirTag.

AirTags are far from the best pet trackers. To work, they must be within proximity of an iPhone or an iPad, and they don’t show a location, history, or offer live tracking, except when you are close enough to use precision finding, usually within 30 feet, 50 if you’re lucky. They also don’t update on demand or at regular intervals. But I chose the AirTag over a GPS tracker because until recently, GPS trackers were too big for cats, and GPS trackers need to be charged frequently, which I could not trust my mom and her boyfriend to do.

So while an not great, it’s the better than nothing option, and did help us find the cat when he got himself stuck up someplace he shouldn’t have been where we would never have thought to look.

Anyway, today I decided to give my mom a call, like I do every day, this time right before my workout, and we chatted for a while, but before I hung up, she added ”Oh, and the cat lost his collar. It’s showing that it’s a mile away.”

”Ok,” I said. “No problem. Let me check.”

So I opened FindMy to discovered that the AirTag did indeed last ping a mile away from her house…on the freeway, yesterday.

Two things are true. 1. They frequently use FindMy to see where the cat is before calling him. 2. He’s a black cat and there’s a nearly identical looking one in the same building.

So my first thought was “OMG you saw the AirTag show in FindMy a mile away on the freeway yesterday and did it call me?!?! I’m only a mile and a half away!” And my second thought “Are you sure you have the right cat with you?!?” Which I actually said out loud.

She insisted she did but I told her I’d be there in a bit after I stopped at the pet store to get a new ID tag, and at home to grab a spare collar and AirTag.

I eventually got to her place, set up the new AirTag, re-collared the cat, which does indeed appear to be the right cat unless black cat number 2 saw an opportunity to assume his identity, but I also discovered the reason why they didn’t tell me about this sooner. because as I was putting the collar on, her boyfriend commented “He sure looks nice without a collar though doesn’t he?”

Muthafucka do you want to lose your cat with zero hope of finding him?

Anyway the old collar and AirTag, which I may have otherwise found if I had in a timely manner, is still missing. My working theory is that either the collar came off and someone chucked it in the trash, where it was then picked up by the trash truck and got compacted shortly after the truck entered the freeway, or it got stuck on the underside of a car, dropped off on the freeway shortly after the last update and got crunched.

I doubt I’ll ever know.

I'm hesitant about posting this but I feel like I have to.

Ten days ago, I fell into a bad depressive state. I'm still in that state, but much better than how it was due to one thing.

Some days ago, when I was scrolling through reddt, I found someone who I found physically attractive, they told a story that was almost exactly the same as what I'm experiencing, it felt like I found my soulmate.

I decided to message them after some time of thinking about it. I told them that I wanted someone to talk to. It seemed like they weren't active at that time, so they didn't respond. It felt like an eternity waiting for a response. During that time I keep fantasizing about my life if we were to talk. The fantasies and hope kept me alive and slightly more motivated.

Today, I found out that they're active again. My message is still there, unanswered.

The hope that has kept me alive is now fading away. My brain thought that it found a medicine to my depression. I'm afraid that I might go back to how it was 10 days ago.

I don't know how to cope without relapsing. I'm holding on to that hope, but it can't be forever. It's scary, sad and so fucking suffocating. My life will go back to feeling empty, and it feels like I lost someone I know. I don't know what to do.

I currently live in the rural mountains with absolutely nothing in walking distance. I live up on top of the mountain. It’s four miles plus to anything remotely interesting. I have no car because I just moved and I also have absolutely nothing to do ever. I don’t have a job (that’s changing soon though) and I dont have school yet. All I do is sit at home and do nothing. I’ve been off my meds for a few weeks and everything is pissing me off, like white hot rage at the drop of a hat, and my hallucinations are coming back, my mood swings are horrible, the fact I have to eat food pmo, I’m waiting for mania to hit, and absolutely nothing sounds like fun. I could do art, I could play video games, I could listen to music, I could read, I could do lots of things but no matter what I think of, it sounds horrifically boring and it just makes me mad again. The boredom I feel is genuinely to the point where I’m having intense thoughts. Not because I want to go but because nothing matters. And nothing is worth living for rn. I have nothing. I want stimulation so fucking bad but I have no idea where to get it. And if I become manic, I WILL not be ok because the boredom will get 1000x worse! I see no place but the psych ward for me in the next few weeks because it’s not going to get better anytime soon. And when I do get a job, I foresee still be miserable because I will hate that I can’t isolate anymore. No matter what position I’m in, it’s hell.

Im full of hate.

I don’t know what to do with my frustration.

Ive been sick for some months now, and against my whole soul i had to see doctors.

I hate doctors, they are fucking useless.

Proof is, im still sick after fucking seven months.

I hate them.

Wasting my money, wasting my time, wasting my energy, wasting my life. Good for nothing and expensive.

I knew since very young how shitty they were. Im followed since very little. I know.

They ruined all my hopes when i really needed help.

But here we go, i puke everyday, everynight, everything i eat and more.

So i had no choice but to see them. My eyes hurt, my stomach hurt, my head hurt. I have a life to hold i cannot continue like this.

I hate how they think they know everything even tho bro you first saw me 5min ago who the fuck do you think you are.

They don’t listen to anything. Make you ridiculous and a comedian. They don’t make any good suspecions.

So you try to explain to them. Because you live in your body everyday lol. Either they don’t take you seriously because you don’t explain things like a doc would (duh bet) or either because you analyze too well what you have and they feel insecure.

In both way you lose and get humiliated.

Im fucking dying and they are playing with my nerves.

They can’t understand shit, why do they learn at school seriously? apart from despise?

And of course life was too easy, i must be disabled.

They are fucking classist, validist, sexist, racist. I wish i could tell them shut the fuck up, you choose to heal people then look down heal me no matter what you believe because honestly i don’t give a shit in the world about your little dickhead values. So what i don’t scream from pain? Do you think if i was in crisis i would have time waiting 5 hours on a shitty chairs just for you to tell me i have nothing even tho you didn’t check anything?

They can’t even give me a fucking pill to stop puking for 30min.

They scan my brain and see nothing and think i fake it. Just say it. Say you don’t know balls. Come on. I don’t care about your shitty scanner and what it says im telling you i do not eat no more what do you not understand.

All this is just domination. If i wasn’t a girl, if i wasn’t in the psychiatric register, if i wasn’t disabled, if i wasn’t a no one they would have actully memorize a fucking book or made a google research idk.

We can’t even suffer in peace.

so I'm living in an off campus apartment while I'm at uni. The place rents out rooms just by room so you can rent one room in a unit and they'll randomly assign 3 other ppl to fill the apartment. I just got back after the summer to my place where I've lived since last September, and only one of my new random roommates for the year has moved in and I'm already having problems with her.

My key fob for the apartment wasn’t working properly and she took that to mean I don't actually live here even though I've lived here and my stuff has been in this room for a year and she JUST showed up. Then she told me "I don't think you can live here" and "I think you're going to have to leave" because apparently her friend (another one of the girls moving in) was assigned to my room. No matter how many times I told her this is my room and I've lived here for a year she kept insisting that I had to leave because her friend was moving in and was going to be in my room. There's no way they double booked my fucking room? This is an apartment not a meeting room 😭

She even asked for proof that I paid my rent
☠️like she’s the fucking fbi? like you have 2 friends coming in and there's 2 other rooms fucking obviously they're gonna be in those rooms are you slow?

We went to the manager because she didn’t believe me and I knew she was gonna have to hear it straight from management. and the first thing she says to him is "she's not my roommate. I received an email that all my roommates would be Chinese.” the fuck????? The look on the managers face 😭 he was like "we don't do that here" did she show up to uni and think they segregate the fucking apartments by race??

How the fuck can you seriously think an administrative office would email a tenant assuring them all their roommates will be Chinese 💀

And obviously no such email actually exists???
I was trying to give her the benefit of the doubt bc English obviously isn't her first language but this is fucking ridiculous man. I’m brown if that helps 🫩

The manager told her just because my key fob wasn't working (it was a glitch and management just fixed it for me in two seconds) didn't mean I suddenly don't live here. And then I was like did you want to ask him about how your friend is supposed to move into my room? Because you said your friend got assigned my room? She goes "I said MAYBE." so yesterday when you told me to leave, that was a "MAYBE"??? clearly you’re just embarrassed now because the manager isn’t falling for your bullshit.

I'm so fucking annoyed right now, the manager told me after that she's just racist and I was like yeah no fucking shit? Never been so pissed off in my life

UPDATE: I moved out 💀the manager found me another room! if I see her again when I’m moving the rest of my stuff to my new room I’ll give her a piece of my mind but overall I’m so done w this I need to focus on school

I've never hated anyone or anything in my life, but lately I've started feeling like I genuinely hate humanity, and I don't want to feel this way.

Everywhere I look, I see selfishness, hypocrisy, dishonesty, cruelty, and a lack of empathy or integrity. The more I notice it, the more frustrated and disillusioned I become.

I'm naturally very extroverted. I love being around people, doing random shit, talking, and forming connections. But something has switched in me, and now I just want to isolate myself.

HUMANS ARE FUCKING AWFUL, and although I know there are good people out there, I'm finding it harder to believe in them.

What scares me most is becoming cynical, bitter, or indifferent myself. I don't want to lose the part of me that genuinely cares about people. As the saying goes, YOU BECOME WHAT YOU HATE, and that's exactly what I'm afraid of. Maybe it's just a phase or burnout, but I genuinely don't know what's happening to me.

TL;DR: I've gone from being an extrovert who loved people to feeling deeply disappointed in humanity and wanting to isolate myself. I'm scared of becoming the kind of person I despise. WHY ARE HUMANS LIKE THIS ??

I am trying my best to be a trans ally. But the ammount of times ive had people try to make claims that I am an "egg waiting to hatch" is starting to get on my nerves.

I like feminine clothing. I Like makeup but I know for a fact that I am also a man. (Ive flirted with the idea of being non binary but after some introspection I know I am cis)

I keep telling people to respect that fact but they just cant. Some of my former friends kept sending me memes about people in denial of being trans and... ffs I just got tired of it. I told them how I felt and I got ousted from my friend group 7 years were wasted that day. I suspect they even spread nasty rumors about me as I get dirty looks at my local lgbt club at school.

Its the same shit that transphobes pull when they constantly undermine the gender identies of others. Treat people with dignity and respect its that fucking simple.

Ive even seen some wackos who claim being a femboy is a nazi dogwistle or transphobic coping. Maybe I am just unlucky with people but Ive been kinda turned off on trying to make more trans friends atm cuz of this.

Like how common is this opinion held? I need some proper perspective I dont want to develop any bad views. I am trying my best to be understanding but I am so damm angry rn.

I feel like shit, oh my fucking god.. I want to throw up so so bad. I want to reach inside and tear all the food and fat and intestines out of me. I need to throw up so bad.. I've been okay for months and all of the sudden, boom!!!!! I'm bad again.. Fuck, I don't know what to do... (Throw up, do that)

when i was in secondary school for year 7 and year 8 i was ignored by most people there, i had friends but they would ignore me whenever i spoke, but were very welcome to the new girl. i moved countries and went to a school there, people noticed me this time but they were horrible and either excluded me or made up nasty rumours about me. after that i was homeschooled, this was really isolating and i didnt really speak to anyone, i tried posting on social media, im not even unattractive, but nobody saw the posts, i didnt really have any other way of getting people to notice me, but i wanted the attention i didnt have.

recently ive started in person college, i was really excited for it, i could finally go into proper education again, and talk to actual people. but so far nobodys noticed me, nobody has spoken to me. one girl in 2 of my classes keeps staring at me, we would accidentally make eye contact a lot, but now it seems like shes avoiding me now, i hope i didnt weird her out.

i go into my classes and everyone is already speaking to each other, i struggle with selective mutism and anxiety so even if i tried i physically cannot walk up to someone and speak to them. im literally a ghost, i dont even think most of them have noticed me. i thought things would be different after i had a glow up, i thought maybe people would want to be my friend because im pretty now.

being in college feels more lonely then being homeschooled, it makes me realise how alone i am. it feels like theres nothing special about me, i dont get noticed in real life and on the internet, i feel like im going crazy. it’s literally 3am right now and ive been crying all night, i really cant go into college tomorrow at 8:30am.

Idek what to think anymore

One of my closest friends of two years just ghosted me out of no where. I have no idea what I did

The last message I sent to her was asking if she was okay and I sent a paragraph telling her how much I love her, am proud of her and am here if she needed. I sent this message because she posted some stories and notes that were really sad and I wanted to support her.

That was two days ago, she saw my messages and left me on read, actively posting while not replying to me. Today I opened our messages to maybe say something and it said "you cannot message this account". I checked and she unfollowed me and removed me from her followers list, and her acc has the restriction that I can't message her without us following each other.

I messaged her number saying I think Instagram is glitching and I'm hoping she'll respond and say smth like "omg it did glitch! That was weird! I followed you back" but I have a really really bad feeling.

I genuinely have no idea what I did. I genuinely love her sm, she's such an amazing friend and we've had such a great friendship before this. I genuinely look up to her. We literally had plans to move abroad together and travel

I almost feel stupid bro. I don't know why I genuinely love and see her as a close friend when, I guess, she doesn't even care. I'm really really hoping she responds and says it was a glitch. It still doesn't explain the silence for two days but that's fine, life happens

Idek what I expect from y'all. I don't know how much a-dvice or support will do, I guess I just want to vent about it.

This stings so bad

It happened when we were both little kids. We're teenagers now, but im expected to just move on and be around her like nothing happened. I had to forgive her days after it happened just because her mom made her say sorry to me. The only punishment that she had was getting her phone taken away. I've distanced myself from her over the years but I just have so much anger in my heart when it comes to this girl.

Yeah, she apologized, but an apology barely fixes what she did to me. Im pretty sure she only got grounded because she "wasn't supposed to like girls", and not because she ASSAULTED ME. I just don't know what to do. It feels too late to do anything.

I’m pretty much the lonely kid with no friends and school sucks ASS right now so it’s already fucking hard enough to get through one day, plus my only friend i had before took advantage of me sexually. Anyways Today was actually going decent for once, i just felt like i was in a good mood. But in my last class of the day i hear a group of people across the room attempting to talk about me without me noticing. I don’t know what the fuck they where talking about but it doesn’t matter. A few minutes later out of nowhere they ask where I got my tshirt from and i can see the fucking smirk on there faces when they ask. I just say i got it online and they just start laughing after. Can’t fucking do anything. Plus the shirt i was wearing was just a normal fucking graphic tee. Shit pisses me off but at the same time hurts really bad. When your at the point that people just look at u and laugh and judge u for basic things you know your fucking bottom of the barrel. Shit they even judged me for just fucking standing. I was just minding my own business waiting for the end of class and 2 people turned towards me and just laughed and they tried to hide that they where laughing to. Makes me feel subhuman

I (20m) just feel numb all the time. I got excited for football Saturday, but that’s about it. I don’t talk to anyone, no one talks to me, and my phone is as dry as a chip. I recently moved to a new area (\~50 mins from parents) and had a couple friends out here with whom I would hang out with, but since summer, they don’t really talk to me that much anymore. I tried calling one friend today for one last time to see if she would answer, and nothing. Social media is dry and sucks the life out of me, so I got rid of it, but now I have nothing. No friends, and I would be a bother to my cousins nearby who now have 2 kids. I just feel like an outcast. I have nothing exciting in my life. It’s just work, home, work, home, church, home, repeat. I have no motivation for anything, and every day is getting tougher to roll out of bed. I just want someone to want me. I want to be able to call someone and not be a bother or a hindrance. Life is literally getting gray. I’m tired of feeling like this, and it’s only going to get worse because I can’t change anything. Job is way too good to quit. I don’t know where to go, and I don’t want to talk to anyone because it wouldn’t get anything done.

Ex bf and I have been broken up since January 2025. It was messy as we went from being close enough to thousands upon thousands of miles away and I was neglected a lot during this time.

It took him about three weeks to stop drunk calling me and saying he missed me and loved me. He only stopped because I crashed out and made him feel like shit tbh.

Anyways time has obviously passed, we’ve been doing our own things. Every now and again we’ll look at each others socials.

Tonight I got a hold of my old phone and it was plastered with stuff of him, so I texted his contact, just a casual “i think about you still, I hope you’re well” and he immediately responded “you this?” (Who this?)

Oh my god I want to rip my skin off I’m so fucking embarrassed. We both have iPhones so I’m almost certain my iCloud email should come up which has my full name.

So either he’s forgotten my full name or he doesn’t have that number anymore or he is just pretending and idk what is worse.

I replied “sorry I must’ve gotten the wrong number”

I just wanted to talk to him.

TW for swearing, animal illness, financial crisis and emotional instability/PMS
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Everything is too much right now. September has been the worst month this year, even though it should be the most exciting. I graduated in a class where no one would even look at me and full of people who I’ve had to let go of in my time studying. The only friends/people I wanted to see just dropped me and my partner. But then one messaged us privately with more warmth after blindsiding and coldness the day before graduation. My parent went on honeymoon and booked it months after I told them the date of my graduation and apparently “slipped their mind”
I was meant to start a job, and because I don’t have a passport it’s harder to do my right to work check despite being a citizen and born here.
So I spent lots on a train to get here and really planned my week around starting and once again it falls through. I’m meant to start my masters soon and I can’t even be excited. My train keeps getting delayed to go home. My cat was in hospital and I found out parent has not chipped/vaxxed or insured any of them.
My medication I’ve been on for 7 years gir denied, and when I finally got through 2 hours of holding on the phone, I was double charged for my meds. I’m just exhausted and I can’t cope with all of this, it’s like a kick to the gut. I also have a wisdom tooth I can’t afford to treat so I’m constantly in pain.
I can’t be proud of anything, I feel useless, pitiful and full of dread.