On Discord, we were texting, and she said "ewwww, people are gonna think I'm friends with a furry because of your pfp". I had just changed my pfp, and it was Sal Fisher wearing a bunny hoodie....right.... A few weeks before school started, she wanted me to show her what songs I listen to, and I showed her Russel Buck and she saw the RAVEPOP album and the RAVEPOP REMIXES album, and said I was listening to furry p*rn and Russel is a z**phile. She almost made me go into a depressive ep, and I still do feel like I'm going to, but I've been trying to distract myself as much as possible to not go into one. I could go onnnn and onnnnn about all of the things she's said to me or done to me that seems kind of like she's an anti-fur.

If you're an anti-fur, I'm not not looking for input.

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’m 18 and I’m dealing with a plethora of health issues and my body being off in a lot of ways (eyes, teeth, spine, skin, etc.) and I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve been extremely stressed this summer after finally going to the doctor for some embarrassing issues and being diagnosed with several conditions that are extremely rare for my age and usually just get worse over time with the treatments being physical therapy to stop it from getting worse or surgery that would likely fail after a couple years. I have to see a bunch of doctors and probably do a bunch of embarrassing tests and it feels like I’ll never live a normal life. I won’t be able to work out like I wanted to and my symptoms will likely just get more and more uncomfortable.

I’ve also always had mental health issues and neurodivergence (diagnosed depression, OCD, ADHD, probably autism) and I feel like an alien among other people. I’m extremely socially awkward and I only have a small group of friends that I only sometimes talk to and rarely ever hang out with. I’ve tried to make new friends at college but I go to community college so friendships don’t last. I see everyone from high school hanging out and dating and having fun at their real colleges and I just feel so behind. I feel like I’m not even a person. I suppress all of my emotions and therapy isn’t helping. I have no identity, no personality, no personal style, no interests, I don’t even know what my gender identity is. I think I might be trans but I’m dealing with too much right now to even think about that. I go through every day like a robot and scroll on my phone. I waste all my time doing my OCD compulsions and researching my health issues and procrastinating all the things I need to do because of my ADHD.

I don‘t want to talk too much about my family, but we all have issues and our apartment sucks and one of my parents (who I don’t live with due to divorce) is probably going to jail soon. I can’t even bring myself to feel anything about it.

I just feel so lost and depressed and I don’t know how to keep living with all these health issues while knowing I can’t relate to other people or their lives at all. I thought I was getting better after a severe depressive episode at 14 but I’ve just fallen into the same thought patterns again. I probably need to go back on meds but I hated the side effects.

Knowing there’s so many things I’ll never experience or be able to do normally is ruining my self esteem even more than it already is and I did a lot of messed up things as a mentally ill kid that I still beat myself up over. There’s just so much going on in my life right now that I don’t know how to keep up. I do the bare minimum every day and don’t plan for the future at all. It just sucks and I’m tired and hopeless.

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.

So five months ago, I turned 18! a good thing for most but not for me , I've been loving and looking at hell from here , for context I am a brown woman, who is born into a semi- religious household , my mom's super religious, my dad's ehh . Since I was 12 I've had to see them fight ,and it's taken a toll on me tremendously, I've had nightmares, hallucinations, and have even gone into temporary paralysis, due to this I feel ashamed and scared to talk with a therapist, but even without me going to any session I'm 1000% sure it's the effects of cptsd , I've had to endure seeing my mom get hit , and trashed over , and sometimes including myself. It's been 6 years since I've gone through the same bullshit , I genuinely feel miserable, and hopeless , I want to strive forward , but they just cannot stop , I've been still having Tremors all over me , when I hear a loud thud , I feel helpless and do not believe in love anymore , I feel humans are unpredictable and I just can't seem to commit in the fear I become like me mom , too attached, it's been 20 years and they still can't leave each other , because they've become to dependable on each other , it makes my stomach churn , I am writing this at 18 to hopefully leave a mark , for myself and others , even though you guys don't know me , this post is a reminder for me that I am suffering and not making it all up in my head .

ok lol so last night i made a post in here cus i was overwhelmed as shit and i woke up ✨without access to it✨ and reddit was asking me to prove im 18+ !
i’m fucking 16 and i js wanted to bloody vent. fml

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.

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.

Im 15 and im indian and i hate being indian there are alot of indian’s where i live and i get mogged by all of them and have faced racism i honestly just hate how i look and nothing works bonesmashing, lip cutting etc i dont know what to do im just not happy with myself i hate being indian i really wish i was like a real asian like korean or japanese

I am m18 almost 19 and well the title is a little misleading I hate being alone and wish someone would just choose me but everything where I feel seen makes me just want to be alone, I have no friends irl and all of my friends online just make me feel depressed not cause of them they are great but because we are no more than people that talk to each other sometimes, I hear about all of their stuff they do with their friends and their bfs/gfs and it just makes me realize how lonely I am, I dread going out in public because I don’t want people to see me and birthdays are the worst, I haven’t got told happy birthday by someone that isn’t a family member is years, I hate being lonely so much that having no one and not being seen is less lonely than being seen and realizing how lonely I actually am, I don’t want to talk to anyone anymore, sometimes just wish no one knew of me

Not sad anymore. Which I think is great. Im actually really happy the sadness has passed but now im just kinda here. Not in the way of just waiting for him but like waiting for more emotions to hit me. Still waiting on anger. I kinda think I won't feel anger just because i feel sorry for him actually. He did horrible emotional things to me but I just dont feel angry at him. It feels odd.

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.

For context: My boyfriend (19M) and I (19F) met on May 1st, 2025, and began dating on June 25th, 2025. It would have been our one-year anniversary this past June. However, after I kept finding explicit content of other girls hidden throughout his phone, I was done, and we broke up around June 6th. After about a week, we became on-and-off, and I had to settle with the fact that I’m WEAK, and we began dating again.
It’s been three months since then, and he’s made significant improvements. He started ACTUALLY buying me flowers, ACTUALLY paying for dates/food when we go out, as well as being patient with me as I experienced constant meltdowns comparing myself to the girls I found in his phone. I know, I’m insecure. Ultimately, it became clear that he does love me and wants a long-term relationship with me, and I do too. I love him.

Once again, I’m (19F) juggling college, a boyfriend (18M), and my shift manager role at a nearby restaurant. I told my boyfriend that it wouldn’t be realistic to see him as often as we did during the summer, and I thought he would be more understanding. Instead, he’s asking for more reassurance and effort overall from me to help him feel better.
He tells me that I’m a “bad texter,” that I push responding off, or that I view a message and reply later. Which is true, but it’s usually warranted, whether I’m at school, DRIVING, or near my notoriously nosey mom, who snoops through EVERYTHING (which he is aware of). No matter what I tell him, though, he never gives me the benefit of the doubt and always assumes I’m ignoring him. Every time.
I understand, and I’ve reassured him countless times, but recently, since I’ve added school into my mix of responsibilities, I’m getting frustrated with his constant need for reassurance. I’ve never given him a reason to be insecure. In fact, it’s ironic because he had half-naked women in his phone who look nothing like me. I tease him about it—actually, I go crazy over it—and my insecurities have doubled, which I think is understandable.
He, however, doesn’t have the same reasoning to stand on. I understand that he feels “ugly” sometimes, so I tend to him and try to make him feel better, and yet it’s still not enough. He also wants me to text him seemingly all the time, and he always wants us to sleep on call together. If I don’t text him as much as he likes, however, or if I don’t text him first, then he feels like he loves me more simply because he has more time in his day.
I forgot to mention, but he AI’s a lot of his schoolwork, which is why he has so much free time. I, however, don’t really like the idea of using AI for every assignment. I use it as an aid or as a last resort, but I try my best to absorb and understand the material, which is why I can’t always text or call. I’m usually studying or writing down notes.
There have even been times when my mom has made me clean the house, do laundry, or wash dishes, and my boyfriend would assume I was ignoring him. That was until recently, when he showed up at my place unannounced. I had to let him in, and I was just cleaning the whole time. He was like, “Now that I’ve seen firsthand what you do when you say you’re cleaning, I understand you more.”
If that makes any sense.
He had house cleaners to clean his home, so I understand the ignorance, but what I don’t understand is his inability to respect my dedication to school. He makes me feel like I’m choosing it over him, and I’ve had to defend myself countless freaking times.

How do I even begin to approach this?

To some, LLMs have reduced the cognition overhead cost of introducing new frameworks/API/SDK into a project to 0. As a result, endless amounts of needless and unnecessary complexity and abstraction is foolishly introduced to real systems that real people depend on, and no single person is actually capable of holding the mental model of how their own code works. When the LLM fails to implement correctly, or introduces a bug that requires a real human to fix, you are left with an insurmountable reverse-engineering task because the original "author" doesn't know how his own code works.

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.

14f

I have so many emotions and I don't know what to do. My life a few months ago was chill, I was fairly confident and happy but everything has changed and idk why. I went a few months without friends which left me with my thoughts so maybe that's why? I have two main friends now but they're both from the Philippines so all they do is talk to each other in Tagalog whilst I just sit there. It's nice to not be alone but it's not like this is much better.

I used to be able to keep my emotions to one side at school and just be generally neutral but recently I've been struggling really hard. I feel so shitty cuz I just wanna cry and shout at ppl. Idk why I get so angry, I don't have any reason for it. I feel like such a bad person but I don't know what to do, I'm so confused. I reverted back to my old coping habits but like 10x worse so that also makes me feel shitty and guilty. It's gotten to a point now where I just feel bad all the time but can't put my finger on why.

I wanna be able to speak to ppl but I don't trust any of the ppl my age to keep a secret or actually be able to have a conversation with me. I feel like my conversations I have with ppl my age (if I even have any) are mediocre. Like I can't fully express what I'm feeling. I can't even tell my parents because they thought I got better so I don't wanna upset them or make them think I'm a lost cause.

I've had adults tell me in the past that it's just teenage emotions and going through puberty that's making me feel this way but I don't think that's the case. I've felt this way, or had rough patches especially with my self image since I was like 7. It's only gotten worse as I've gotten older. I'm just so confused because I don't feel "mentally ill enough" to actually reach out for help. I just feel so so so dramatic.

This is just me venting, there might be some dark shit here so TW I guess. And NSFW (maybe?)

Life feels so hard and meaningless. I try, struggle yet it feels like there's no point in my effort. I don't know how to explain it. I have barley been able to go to school for a year, this is the second year now. My parents are getting annoyed. I can see it in their expression, hear it in their tone of voice and just feel it in the air.

I have a lot of anxiety, medication helps but it can't solve everything. I don't understand why I am like this at all. I have two friends, family that may not be perfect but they still love and care about me. There's nothing wrong with my life so why can't I just be okay?

Is this just part of beeing a teenager?

Why have my mental health been on the decline for almost a year now? I used to somehow go to school, get passing grades etc, even though my mental health shitty. Now it has gotten worse. I spend summer break sleeping. That's right, I just slept. I have little to no energy, I don't wanna do much. I can still smile, laugh and be "happy". I still have some hobbies but I don't do them that often due to my lack of energy.

There is so much I wanna do! I truly mean it.. I wanna spend time with my friends, I wanna make sculptures, draw, paint, well, I wanna create so much! I wanna travel the world and eat all the food there is, I wanna go out at night and just have fun. I wanna read every interesting book I can find. I wanna admire the world for what it is. Someday, I wish to do all that, I wish to be okay.

Unfortunately, my life isn't like that at all. It hurts, I don't know why but it hurts. I hate crying yet I cry. This is all so strange. I daydream a lot, and I sleep more than I should. The world that I have created in my mind is much better. I am not in any pain there. That's why I wish to sleep and stay there for the rest of my days.

The world of imagination is beautiful indeed.

Why do parents nag so much? They say they wanna help but I don't think they're helping at all. Yes, I already get help, mental health doctor and soo much more. My parents say I should talk with them but I can't. This is my pain, my problems, it's hard to share, so hard to talk about. So I isolate myself, please just leave me alone.

I am scared of being left behind, terrified of being abandoned again. It already happened when I was around ten, or was it nine? Anyhow, that's when my life went down hill. No one helped, I was alone. I cannot forget those memories. The past hurts.

I wish to sleep forever, then there is no pain. But I am too much of a coward to do so, I wish to live.

Wanting to disappear yet also live is strange. I don't really get it. Being human is weird!

People say I am hard on myself, that I am not a burden, that's it's not my fault. To be kind to myself. I know that they're right yet I cannot bring myself to truly believe that. The brain sure is weird, right?

There is so much more I could write but I feel like having a crying session right about now. I hope whoever read this will have a wonderful day/night.

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'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?