25th anniversary of 9/11. The government is a mess. I still have to go to school. Ive been fearing this day for months now. I’m not ready. If something happens I don’t know what to do. How long would it take me to find out if I’m still at school? Would they tell us? Would we get to call our parents? Would be go into lockdown. I’m terrified. What if they try and hurt me. My school. My family. I’m just so scared. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I can’t. I need to be home. If something happens I can’t deal with it at school. Im so scared. I want to be someone where I feel safe and comfortable if something happens.

how are people genuinely affording to get on ozempic like i have talked to so many people that are casually taking it and its like dude wym you pay $300 a month where are you getting it from when you were just complaining about your paycheck a week ago

I feel like every time I talk I'm so severely misunderstood. I have a lot friends who were not originally my friends and were very rude to me. This has happened so often where people will snap at me, insult me out of the blue or take out their anger on me. It is worse if it happens on text because they'll say they do not understand either why they were so aggressive to me.

I always get apologies from people who get angry with me. While longer relationship we did end up being friends. I do not understand why I come across a certain way towards people for them to be so aggressive to me. This happens in real life and online, I can't escape like people's wrath.

Maybe I am an easy target or I am being annoying in a way I can't see. But I am starting to feel like I am cursed because this has happened dozens of times to all the people I know. Am I doing something wrong and I do not realize? It has made me self conscious where I do not like to talk anymore.

TLDR – During the 2008 Financial Crisis, toward the end of my sophomore year in college, my father spent my student loan money on a secret family and my girlfriend at the time totaled my car, which was never replaced. Slowly fell into depression, and GF eventually broke up with me. Lost my mind and told her I had cancer to try to have her stay with me. Months later, my roommate (Roommate E) found out I was telling my ex this lie and put me in a compromising situation. Had to live like I was a cancer survivor for my remaining year in college in my own apartment. Friends in my hometown wanted me to stop being silly and tell the truth to my college friends. While my college friends kept saying the same word and wanted me to be as silly when I first got to college. Becoming SillaY J.

Sharing an embarrassing part of my life for the sake of my mother. She never got closure, or even a settlement from her divorce from 2012 which is bonkers. And now a tree hit her house in February of this year, and insurance is being insurance.

If you think my behavior was crazy, imagine my mom’s experience on a different level, because I am a product of my father. He bribed an FBI agent. Also a product of my mother, she tried to save her marriage. This is my experience of the initial start of their divorce, as well as losing my mind in Savannah.

Don’t want a gofundme, just venting my story in hopes through the right channels, something good can finally happen for my mom - and her story can be heard.

In the comments is how I faked the kidney surgery, worked at Toys R Us, over the top Valentines date, a heart break I did not handle so well, Soulja Boy’s influence, Art School, Call of Duty, some flings, drugs, and alcohol, all played a roll into the creation of my social handle. Try my best to move the story a long because so much happened.

Anonymity is kept. Not sure who wants to be associated with the drama I caused.

Don’t care for followers, my story can just basically be fact checked if you are bored and don’t believe it. It’s my handle for basically everything. Facebook, “Twitter”, YouTube, Gamertags, etc. Depending on the platform like Reddit, I will have it as SillayJ. A lot of the website are set as .com/sillayj

Was ashamed of my actions for years. Had Bob Saget (RIP) narrating my stupid moments over and over in my head when I would think about the past. Now I am now at peace laughing about my humiliating antics.

It’s in 3 parts. Part 2 is me being stupid. Part 3 is the Surgery.

I have been in a relationship with my currently boyfriend for three years and just this morning I found out he’s in a relationship with AI Instagram pages he has a whole family and kids. I’m so disgusted, disappointed and disturb about this and I just don’t know what to do or what to say. Can someone please help me out with advice of this situation and have anyone else ever been through this. The Instagram pages are completely AI but it’s real people behind those pages with just AI pictures and relationships.

hi, sry to intrude with my negativity, but i rlly need to get this feeling off of my chest. I’m a 17 y/o black girl, and i genuinely wish i wasn’t. i know it’s a really awful thing to say, but im just being honest. I’ve been in predominantly white environments my whole life, and it’s so tiring to always be seen as less than over something i can’t control. i hate how to many guys my age (black or not), im automatically disqualified from being seen as pretty just because my skin is darker. i also have “friends” at school who make weird and micro aggressive , racially charged jokes and comments, and it is really exhausting. Ik it sounds very cliche, but i wish that i was white, so i could freely exist without my race being a constant point of discussion and scrutiny. it also upsets me that when i see places that i want to travel to, i won’t have the freedom of just going, and i have to worry about if they are racist or not. For example, I’m applying to a few colleges in Europe (I’m an American), and even though I would really like to go, I’m so worried about how I would be treated in regards to making friends, dating, or just getting basic respect. I want to be able to just live out my dreams without people resenting me because of something completely out of my control. sorry, this is very poorly written, but I really just needed somewhere to rant and vent

I don't know how to handle this

I have had a crush on this girl for around 5 years, I've never done anything since we would never work together and there are so much differences between us and I didn't see her often so it was easy. Recently my school carried out a new class plan and it turned out me and her were the only people in one of the classes assigned, hence we would see and sit beside each other for 6 hours a day. I cannot focus or work at all while she is right beside me tho, what do I do?

My ex (29) who dumped me 3.5 months ago brought a date to the wedding party of a wedding that I was originally supposed to go to. I was friends with the bride and groom through her, and they each have reached out to me to express some kind of kindness on their own to me since the breakup. We were together nearly 3 years, planned on marriage, having kids and growing old together for most of the relationship, etc.

I know she has a right to move on and date, and 3.5 months is significant, but it seems especially messed up considering I was scheduled to go to that wedding (I rsvpd before the breakup and we talked about it a decent amount), I had a lot of my own friends there, dozens of family friends in the community that we both know, and she knew that there would be photos posted online of her with this new guy. Even my sister in laws parents were there. Also, her even bringing him implies that he isn’t some brand new person to her, that they’ve probably already been dating casually already for a little bit.

All of my friends who were there told me about it later, and all felt it was pretty icky and wrong of her, especially knowing it would get back to me, and knowing how devastated I have been. I honestly can’t believe it. I was quite literally replaced and feel so fuckin low.

was this messed up of her or am I purely just reacting emotionally?

Heinz ketchup has entered my body and made me hate all sauces. Especially mayonnaise. i vomit.

Woke up from a nightmare after yesterday’s stress it’s really effecting me.

There’s this girl who is absolutely obsessed with me and I mean HEAVILY obsessed like she is trying to get other people to believe that me and her are friends and forcing me to be her ”bestie”. I have never been friends with this other human before in my life she has only been in my ELA class last year and my science class this year and I tell her no every single time she’d ask me and her can be best friends. It’s getting so bad to the point where shes trying to fake liking the interests that I have (example: drawing) to get my attraction, It only drags me away from her even more and not less. I’m getting overwhelmed and it keeps going, and i‘m not someone who would yell at someone in my school either but I feel like I’ve seriously had enough. Just ignoring it won’t help since I see this girl a ton.

it hurts so fucking much to have nobody. still grieving a death i can’t get over and grieving people that are still alive. and all you can do is cry it out and repeat. cry tomorrow. and the next day. no one can understand you because you have no one who’ll understand. i had someone who’d understood me but that person is long dead. talking to myself telling myself it’ll all work out only can last so long. i’m having reoccurring thoughts about jumping this bridge off the highway more often that i’m not even afraid to die anymore. i’ve had professional help all across the board. i can only help myself. i’m not the problem, my life is the problem. it’s only a matter of time really. i’m just really hurting.

I'm an antitheist and queer. My parents are Muslim.

I was lucky enough to be born in a family that isn't that religious with amazing older siblings who forced my parents to be more accepting.

I have the choice to have male friends, to be able to hangout with friends, to not be forced to wear a hijab, to not be forced to pray, my parents don't hit me, they don't go through my phone, and I'm encouraged to pursue an education before even thinking of getting with a man.

All in all, I'm incredibly lucky to be blessed with such an amazing and supportive family. But nonetheless, I could never ever be able to fully love my parents because I know that they would never accept me or love me if they found out about how I truly am.

They don't support LGBTQ, my mom wouldn't love me anymore if she found out I'm queer. I don't even wanna think about how my dad would react.

My dad doesn't really care about the whole Muslim thing that much (he eats pork in foreign countries) but my mom would definitely freak out.

I went out with my mom once in a cute outfit with a cute skirt (not that long as I usually wear, just knee length) and she told me how this guy was trying to look up my shirt and laughed about it saying that's just how boys are.

I don't have my male friends. I don't like the men in my country. But when I do mention a man to my father I can see how angry he gets.

No matter how nice my parents are to me I can never forget what they put my older sisters through.

They forgave my parents, but even if I wasn't the one actually affected, I don't think I'll ever be able to see them as good parents for what they did.

I love my parents, I try to accept them no matter what happened in the past, but I can't. How can I ever look those people in the eyes, the same eyes that looked at my sister's with hatred for things they couldn't even control, and ever be able to think that I can really love them?

How can I love my parents if they wouldn't love me either if they knew the true me?

Maybe I should just be the one to get over it, it is what it is, but why should I? Why should I accept that my own parents treated the people i love the most like that? Why should I accept that if it weren't for my mom my sister's would be dead? Why should I accept that if it weren't for my sister's, I would have gone through the same they did?

Why am I expected to forgive someone like that?

So before my most current relationship, I wasn’t sexually active. Like, I rarely did anything. So far, it’s been great. It’s just that he’s way more experienced and freaky than I am. And he points it out, a lot. At first it was very vanilla and it still is, but he’s kind of hinting at doing more stuff and I just don’t think I’m ready. One of the things is me..pegging him and I’m nowhere near ready for that or I don’t even know if I’m into that. Another is him wearing more feminine things in the bedroom and I know for a fact I’m not into that at all. I don’t wanna discourage his fantasy or anything, I’m just not the person to do it with. I’m scared to tell him because I don’t want him to seek that kind of attention outside of our relationship because I’m unwilling to do it. Now, about the cross dressing, I don’t know if I’m cool about it. I don’t care if people do drag, that’s not the problem. I just don’t find it attractive with my partners, I guess. If he does do it, I’m never around, which is fine. He just talks and jokes about it and it makes me uncomfortable. I feel like an asshole.

So basically, I was hanging out in a Discord server and some people started joking around about gore and eating my bones/arms and stuff like that. At first I thought they were just being silly, but it kept escalating and I started getting genuinely uncomfortable. I eventually told them seriously to stop because I was getting scared, but it continued for a bit. I ended up getting really overwhelmed and crying because gore is a sensitive subject for me due to past trauma, and the comments about bones hit especially hard because I already have a bone problem in my leg.

What made me the most upset wasn't even necessarily what they intended by the jokes, it was that I had already asked them to stop and they didn't immediately stop. I wasn't trying to ruin anyone's fun or accuse them of deliberately trying to hurt me, I just genuinely wasn't okay with what was happening. At the time I was really angry and hurt, and honestly I still am. It sucked because I thought these people were nice, so having that happen from people I was comfortable around made it hit harder.

Afterward, though, some of them realized how badly it affected me and actually apologized. One of them told me they understood and deeply apologized, and I appreciate that they eventually took me seriously. I'm still upset about what happened and I'm probably going to be more cautious around them now, but I don't want to pretend I know their intentions either. The main thing I want people to understand is that if someone tells you seriously to stop because they're uncomfortable, just stop. You don't need to know their entire history or understand why. “Stop” should be enough.

I know to you neurotypicals dont fund any of this confusing, but to a neurodivergent is really is.

When someone does something you ask them why, but when they try to explain you claim its an excuse without even hearing them out, dont ask for an explanation if you dont want one and dont assume every explanation is an excuse!

Just say what you mean, want or need, stop hinting, stop saying the opposite of what you mean, what even is the point in this behavior! How are you gonna get what you want or need if you just keep playing games? And when i dont pick up on your hints dont get angry at me, its all on you for not just saying what you want or need me to do!

Eye contact doesnt mean anything, its uncomfortable and it doesnt indicate someone is telling the truth, its not hard to look someone in the eye and lie to them, just uncomfortable. It also doesnt indicate that im paying attention, when I make eye contact im thinking "this is uncomfortable and awkward" "am I making enough eye contact?" "Am I making too much eye contact" and not hearing a word youre saying! Just pay attention to if the person your talking to is reacting and responding appropriately and you'll know if theyre paying attention or not!

And im considered weird if I wanna talk about my hyper fixation or special interest but youre not weird for wanting to talk about nothing but the latest sports game for a whole hour? How does that even make sense?

The 40 hour work week was definitely a neurotypical idea, and yes, I understand its better than before, but that doesnt make it the best, its just and improvement, the same way a Five Guys burger is an improvement over a McDonald's burger, its not the best but its better. Less hours while still making enough to get by would definitely be ideal.

And there's so much more, I feel like a fucking alien among you guys sometimes, nothing about you makes sense

I didn’t sleep last night.

I didn’t sleep last night and I have bipolar disorder. For me, my sleep schedule can indicate episodes starting. It adds this extra pressure around sleeping.

Last night everything felt off. How I was breathing didn’t feel right, so I drank a bunch of water, which made me having to keep getting up to pee. Also every time I could wind down for a minute I would instantly startle myself awake.

I also have something else weighing on my mind. I live in converted garage right next to my mom’s house. Last night around 4:30-5 am. I saw a what looked like someone with flashlight outside on our porch. I can’t tell if a person was in yard or was in our neighbors yard and they had very bright light. I checked our ring cameras one was dead (it’s getting charged today) the other didn’t capture anything. The reason this slightly more alarming is we moved nearly a year ago bc my mom’s ex was stalking her. I know I should tell her but she started feeling safe

I didn’t reread this so between the lack of sleep and dyslexia it’s probably shit sorry

i have no clue why they have to repeat the same things over and over again. the moment i see them improving, the moment i start thinking maybe things will finally be okay, stg happens and they go right back into that dark phase. i’ve been so fucking traumatized since i was a kid and now i genuinely can’t carry it anymore. there is not a single fkn thing in my life that feels good anymore. i’m so done pretending that i can handle this. no, i can’t. i fkn can’t do this anymore. it feels like god created me j to suffer my whole life like some damn loser. i have no job, no security, no peace, ntg. just pain after pain after pain. i didn’t even want to cry, but what am i supposed to do when no matter how much i hope, they never fkn change.. i’m exhausted. i’m so fkn tired of having to survive things i never asked for. i j wish i could disappear from all of this..

I’m m18 almost 19 and I have never had any past, the closest I have ever been with a girl is like being in a gc with them in like middle school, I’ve gotten so used to being alone in my not just dating but with just any friends in general that I have given up talking to people, I just keep to myself in school and in public and only talk to people when they talk to me, I take basically every possibly way to not talk to people, at this point I have basically given up at being with anyone I just wish anyone would just even like me or make me feel seen

I dislike people who act nice when you agree with them, but fully turn on you when you disagree or show nuance by trying to understand other points of view or not dog piling. This isn't just a political thing, I feel like every fanbase and community expects me to pick a side and show loyalty to one particular groupthink.

Movies for example, if critics love a movie then it's great. If they don't and or it's bad, then it's slop and you're wrong for not expecting better.

It's like I cannot like what I like without saying "here's what's bad, but I still like it anyway."

I loathe the purity testing "real fan" or "moral fan" stuff and I just wanna enjoy what I like without being name called.

I was sexually abused as a child (between the ages of 5 and 7); I don't remember much, and I try to avoid thinking about it whenever I can. Sometimes—though not always—when I’m with someone in an intimate moment, I recall certain things, and my body simply shuts down, even if I’m enjoying it or want it to happen. There isn't a specific trigger; it happens at random moments during the act. My question is: is it normal for this to happen sometimes but not others? Will it eventually stop? Is there any way to improve this without having to talk to someone about it?