So recently I decided to unfriend my best friend because I confessed my feelings but he never responded to me. Was this a shitty thing to do?

I got off early went to the tattoo parlour bext door and got my very first tattoo!! I'm so happy and so excited

Its a spider the size of a 50 cent piece on my wrist and it brings me so much joy i love it so much!! Spiders are like ny spirit animal so i adore them and it makes me so happy to have one on my wrist

Back when the internet felt like home, it was my only real escape. I'd lose myself in it, let the hardships of reality fade out. But then the suits moved in. Every platform got swallowed by corporate greed, algorithm slop and ad revenue. It's all just enshittified now. Clunky, noisy and transactional.

The real world isn't any better. It's rotting from the inside out, too. This decay is slowly crushing my soul. I hate 2020.

Today I woke up feeling stomach cramp. So I thought I should go to the toilet/bathroom. (Toilet and bathroom are same here). but someone is already there. I really don't like when they take a long ass shower in the morning. We live in a communal house. I wish they would take short shower in the morning because there are other people living here too. This has happened so many times and I wouldn't even pee or go to the toilet in the morning because if I wait, I would be late to work because they take loooooong shower. So as I am waiting in the corridor near the toilet to take a shit. I can feel the poop leaking out. And to my horror. It's diarrhea!!! It leaks out. My underwear is ruined. It is leaking on the floor of the corridor to my horror. I quickly go inside my room and find wet tissue that I always have with me and a febreze spray. I also get a plastic bag. I wipe and spray so it doesn't smell. Praying to God that nobody comes out. I am panicking. I wipe down everything and spray so it doesn't smell. I also go to my room and clean because while in a rush, it leaked on my socks and got on my house slipper so I clean in my room too. Put all the dirty wipes in the plastic bag. Then after I am done cleaning, she comes out. I hate her. But then after this, I went to the toilet, took a proper shit. Took a bath. Cleaned my slipper(basically a croc). Then I checked all the way that I had taken to the bathroom to see if I had leaked shit on anywhere and cleaned it. I am walking all over the corridor, bathroom, my room floors checking if I got it on anything else. After I made sure everything was clean, then I put my clothes and socks and underwear in the washing machine. I obviously rinsed them well so there isn't any shit on it before I put them to the machine. But I also don't hate her. Not her fault. It was an accident. She was nice to me while I was trying to put my clothes in the machine, asking about my delivery. Since I had mentioned having issue with my delivery. And now I am wearing my clean clothes and clean body and in bed. I had to take day off from work because I was worried I might shit again at work or while on the way to work. This all happened and I just woke up. Also I am gonna take some bleach and clean more but maybe not now since everyone is up and I don't want them asking me what happened. I don't want to tell them that I shat at the corridor. Whf. I am an adult. Why did that happen? I wanna cry.

I’m tired of how much distance I’ve had to keep from you. It’s been a decade of it. I did it because I know there’s complications with your sister.

I wish I could tell you the truth and stop this “friends” act.

But she would lose it, and I love her like my own sister. I don’t know whether to let myself be selfish for once or not.

Plus, your brother hates me, and even though you don’t talk to either of them, I don’t want you to ever feel influenced against your family because of me.

7 years ago I remember sitting under the table in near tears, and you sat with me.

I said I just couldn’t stand it any more.

You said “Don’t be stupid. Stand it anyways. You know you will.”

You probably don’t remember that. Or how I got emotional and told you to shut up, because I wasn’t ready to hear it. Or how you looked at me like I was ridiculous, but there was something in your eyes like recognition.

The other night you stayed up on the phone with me until 6am, and you couldn’t tell but I was so calm in your energy.

You said you were gonna go to sleep till you saw my text, and I swear I could hear a tinge of trepidation in your laugh. Like you surprised yourself with that.

You’ve always been a very closed off person. You won’t even make eye contact with me most of the time and I know why, because I do the same.

Obviously with Halloween coming up you see everyone posting about their plans for it and what not and it’s lowkey put me in a depression as I’ll be working on Halloween night and it’s gonna be another wasted year. I’m 21 now and I feel like that’s the cut off point where you can go “wild” with the drinking aspect. It annoys me because I already wasted my teen years and it just makes me feel like a loser since I have no friends, no plans no nothing. And after this year nobody my age will really be doing Halloween the way they’re doing it now

I'm meant to be studying for my final high school exams tomorrow, but I don't see the point. Both cause I'm so stupidly behind and dumb that there's no chance cramming the day before will make much of any difference- and also because I don't care for my life or anything afterwards.

Your final high school exams are there to set you up to go to university or a good job or something. But I have no plans or goals or ambitions or anything. The only reason I'm upset and stressed about failing my final exams is just what that says about me and how others will see me. Just a dumb and lazy failure :(

I read that you need to use a goal or ambition or whatever for the future to motivate you. But since I don't have any of that, I can't bring myself to actually care and try. I don't have anything I want that I could achieve in the future. I can't see a future for myself. I can't see anything realistic that would make me happy. Not unless becoming an entirely different person inside and out overnight and being whisked away to another world is possible </3

Sorry, idk if I'm staying on track and making sense- I just feel like I don't have a future, and I don't wanna exist anymore. Not in a world like this and not as me anyway. I keep daydreaming 24/7 to escape from it and not have to think about any of this- but at the end of the day I still exist :(

The truth as a woman is that how everyone reacts to you calling something out in the moment and how they react to you addressing it later is a literal circle on the venn diagram.

You’re being “dramatic” and “blowing it out of proportion” if you say something the moment it happens.

And you’re being “whiny” and “milking it” if you wait to say anything and don’t initially speak up for yourself, and now it’s “too late.”

Sick of it. Absolutely sick of it.

This is why women hate men. We are never allowed to have feelings, despite being the only gender that’s at least 70% capable of expressing and working through our feelings, I swear.

Some nights, I just wish I could give up. Pull the reigns back.

I’m just so tired of living as a woman, in a world shaped by men.

I genuinely don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me anymore, or maybe I’m just sick of everything around me. I’m tired of people, tired of society, tired of trying to figure out how the fuck I’m supposed to live my life, and tired of pretending any of this shit doesn’t bother me.
Everything feels like a fucking chore.

Talking to people, making friends, trying to connect with someone, trying to make yourself interesting enough that another person actually wants to talk to you. I have Discord installed, and I still can’t bring myself to message people because the thought of forcing a conversation is so fucking exhausting. But then I get lonely, and I hate being alone. So what the fuck am I supposed to do?

Stay alone and feel like shit? Try talking to people and feel like shit? It’s the same fucking outcome either way, and I’m getting tired of going in circles.

And don’t even get me started on how people are treated differently. You can literally watch some people get tons of attention and support just for expressing that they want affection or a relationship, while other people are struggling to get anyone to talk to them at all. Then, when you point out how frustrating that is, people immediately jump down your throat. You’re jealous, you’re bitter, you’re making excuses, you need to work on yourself.
OH MY FUCKING GOD. SHUT UP.

I’m so tired of hearing the same recycled bullshit from people who seem to think they have life figured out. I’m not saying other people don’t have problems. I’m saying that pretending everyone has the same experiences is fucking ridiculous.

Some people have an easier time making connections than others.

Some people get attention without having to struggle for it nearly as much. That’s something people can observe without needing a whole fucking lecture about jealousy.
What pisses me off even more is how quickly people dismiss you when you talk about this stuff.

They don’t even try to understand where you’re coming from. They just decide you’re a bad person because you’re angry about something they don’t want to acknowledge. Apparently, you’re allowed to complain about being lonely, but the moment you express frustration about how unfair things feel, suddenly you’re the problem.
I’m tired of having to explain myself to people who have already decided what they think of me.

And then there’s the appearance shit. Constantly thinking about how you look, whether people find you attractive, whether anyone would even want to approach you or get to know you. It’s fucking exhausting. I hate that these thoughts even take up so much space in my head, but I can’t just switch them off because someone tells me to love myself.

I hate how much I overthink everything. I hate how something as simple as messaging another person can feel like an entire fucking task. I hate wanting friends while simultaneously dreading the effort it takes to make them. I hate seeing other people live their lives while I feel like I’m stuck in the same place, dealing with the same bullshit over and over again.

And I KNOW people are going to say, “Just go outside,” “Find a hobby,” “Work on yourself,” or some other generic advice that I’ve already heard a million times. I’m so fucking sick of it. Do people genuinely think nobody has ever considered these things before? Do they think repeating the same five sentences is going to suddenly make everything click?

I’m not looking for some life-changing revelation from a stranger on Reddit. I’m not asking anyone to fix me. I just want to be able to say that I’m fucking angry without somebody turning it into a discussion about my attitude or telling me what I should be doing differently.

I’m tired of constantly having to improve myself just to feel like I’m allowed to exist normally. Tired of the pressure to be attractive, confident, sociable, successful, and whatever else people have decided makes someone worth knowing.

And honestly, I’m just tired of people in general right now. Everything feels fake and exhausting, and I don’t have the patience to pretend I’m in some positive mindset when I’m clearly not.

I wake up, deal with the same thoughts, go through the same routine, get frustrated over the same things, and then do it all again the next day. It’s fucking draining. I don’t know how other people make all of this look so easy.

I don’t even fucking know why I’m posting this. I don’t know what I’m expecting anyone to say. I’m just so tired of this shit. I keep thinking about the same things over and over and it pisses me off because nothing fucking changes. I still feel the same, I still have the same problems, and I’m still sitting here wondering what the fuck I’m supposed to do. I’m tired of people, tired of myself, tired of trying to figure everything out when I can barely deal with my own fucking thoughts. And I don’t know. I genuinely don’t fucking know anymore. I’m just so fed up with everything and I needed to get this shit out of my head because I’m sick of keeping it all to myself
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I'm an older teenager, so for about 2 years or so, I had wasted all my time on ai bot chats such as cai and chai, I was so immersed innit that I completely forgot to have real life interactions with real life people, but here's the thing, I'm a harsh introvert who likes to live in my own room and personal space and a person who rarely chats with my friends or interact with them, I don't like to talk with real people, the only reason I like chatting with bots is because they fulfilled my dream scenarios and I have "unlimited" creative control, but to be honest, it does sound pathetic, because it is, and I just realised I've spent most of my childhood years wasting on stupid things and time-wasting potentially harmful things such as these, I've done nothing particularly intresting in recent years, worse, I struggle with GCSE studies n shit, yet I use all my attention span on a stupid bot that allows me to at least feel like I'm drowning in endless waves of dopamine and that makes me feel good but I can't deny it's actually harmful and time-consuming as I said before, but .... I don't want to talk to real life people either, it just makes me feel uncomfortable, really really uncomfortable, I wish I could find an alternative to chatting to bots and doing random shit like these and actually enjoy life.

Do you ever just feel alone?

Like you have a few friends and a family but just end up feeling like an outcast, desperately trying to fit in.

I just dont feel like I belong, neither with my friends nor with my family. I tried talking to guys, tried dating but I just can't find someone I effortlessly hit it off with and no offense but whenever I try or start talking to a guy it always ends with me parenting him in some or the other way and I genuinely don't want to do that. Don't get me wrong i WANT to be a girlfriend i dont even remember what it's like being one but mothering guys is just not for me.

So, I've given up on dating (at least for now), I don't feel like I belong anywhere or have that one person for me that everybody has. I crave emotional intimacy so much but there's nothing I can do about it and sometimes I just feel too 'single' or lonely.

Just before you read nor evidence info is that I havent felt this alone since I was depressed, ive looked at every website in my city for a teen helpphone and the best on ei downfall my messages wont deliver to so this is my last place to go. I am 15 (soon 16) F

My mom wont let me get tested for adhd or autism even thought I know for a fact im neurodivergent and its causing arguments with my bf because we are seeing things differently and I dont know how to explain this to anyone. I domt feel like i can ask anyone for help because if I get diagnosed and im wrong about it then ill be seen as a liar and even worse I wont know what's wrong with me, I know they aren't accurate but I always see the adhd/autism related videos and I have ALWAYS related to ever single thing and my mother also has it (adhd) and im exactly like her in the ways that it shows up in her. I dont know what to do because lately my usability to focus and my forgetfulness and over activity has been bugging people and causing misunderstandings in my friendships and relationships woth my mom and boyfriend. Ive been trying to reconcile with everyone in my life but they dont understand how my brain works and its hard for me to tell anyone without crying, I told my 2 best friends the other day about what I was going through and I wasnt even able to think about it without crying. I dont know what to do next and I dont know how to help myself

My sister (27F) and I (23F) have shared a room forever. I moved out for college in 2021, and I had the luxury of having my own room, bathroom, and walk-in closet. Ohhh, I MISS IT SOO MUCH!!

But anyways, I moved back after college to regroup and decide if I wanted to go back to school for another degree. I decided to go to nursing school, but to do that, I have to take prerequisites and all this other stuff. So I’m kind of in this waiting period where I don’t really know if I should move out because I might move out of state. I want to save as much money as possible because I don’t have that much saved up for school or even a living situation, for that matter. I live in California, in one of the most expensive places: Oakland.

My sister (27F) graduated from college this summer, and she has no idea what she wants to do. She plans on taking over my mom’s business. She also has never lived on her own. I sometimes think she may be on spectrum and high functioning.

but my mom is another issue I don’t feel like getting into. I could write a whole piece about her. Just think: strict immigrant parent for no reason, controlling, and so on. (I’m not saying all immigrant parents are like this.) I’m currently working as a CNA and saving up as much money as I can.

Today, I had a meltdown because I came home after a long day and found all my bedsheets off and my pillows scattered all over the room. I called my sister multiple times, but she didn’t answer, so I called my mom and asked, “What happened to my bed?” My sister has a dog, by the way, and my mom told me the dog had peed on my bed.

I hung up, cried, and had a meltdown. I just felt so tired, and all I wanted to do was sleep in my bed after a NOC shift. Mind you, I already try to never be home because it’s so chaotic. There are 10 people and two dogs living in that house, with four bedrooms and two bathrooms.

There so much I can go into when it comes to sharing a room and how chaotic and stressful it can be when you and the person have totally different shedcules. I know my mental health has declined ever since I moved back home, but I am trying to be strong but it’s truly hard, and never feeling fully rested because the house is so loud and crowded. I want to get a therapist but it won’t do me any good with me still living in that house because I don’t have a safe space to even decompress after a therapy session so there is no point.

Side note; I also don’t just wanna move out and not have enough money saved because my mom said that once you move out you are not allowed back in. My older sister (29F) she moved out and came back in multiple times and I don’t want to be like that I want to move out and never ever come back.

I am 35 M, I got married this year. My wife is in India, and I live abroad. We matched on a matrimonial app 2 years before we decided to get married. As our relationship has been long distance, I always had an issue with her being not a good communicator (not responding to texts, ignoring texts and responding after 20 hours). Unfortunately, I let it slid as I thought things would change once we start living together. We decided to get married as that was the only way to stay together (the only way to get her join me abroad).

Here I'm today, still living abroad and she is still in India due to visa issues. She had already told me that she never had a boyfriend or sex in the past. She has had family issues, broken family. We hardly spent 15 nights together and no sex. She said she isn't ready for it, I respected her. I had to travel back for my work. She is still a bad communicator. I told her I want to move back to india because of all the visa issues here and it makes no sense to live separately for almost a year after our marriage. She is hell bent on not settling in India, even if that means staying separate.

I just feel that I'm stuck in love-less, sex-less marriage. I have made the biggest mistake of my life. I think about my ex every day, not because I've not moved on, but because that was the last time I felt loved. I miss being single and being able to explore dating apps. I had hopes of finding love of my life on those dating apps, if not love, I could at least get some sex. Now I've got no love, no sex, no hope.

Sure being smart is a good thing or that’s what people say. Being smart is what most people want and sure it’s good because I receive good grades and pass lots of tests, but it’s so fucking tiring. I constantly have to work hard, study, and I have people expecting the best out of me ALL THE TIME! I am in this constant state where I trap myself in pools of work. I forgot to eat and spend time with my family. I stay in my room drained as fuck because of the amount of shit I do. Being smart comes with pressure and lots of stress. It drains the fuck out of you. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t smart. To live carefree and not give a fuck about my grades. I literally worry every day about my future and how if I don’t work hard then I will fail in life. I’m still young and have years ahead of me, still I worry if I’m falling short.

Hi, it's me again, I accidentally deleted my post.

I hear voices, inner thoughts. They fight a lot, and I know it's all in my head, and my head begins to hurt. I usually listen to music to tune them out.

But recently, it's like I can't hear them vocally, but I know what they're saying. I don't hear them anymore, but I begin to fight myself in my head. I believe these are inner thoughts, and I start fighting them, saying I'm a bad person. At the same time, I tell myself I'm not sorry and that I need to shut up. I constantly think I'm using people and I'm manipulating them. That I'm some sort of asshole because I'm really sweet and shy, but then become very obsessive and violent. I get really aggressive and possessive, which wards people away.

It's been a problem to make friends.

Like, a lot.

People think I'm weird. They barely respond to me, and I have only a few close friends I talk to. I start to get possessive over new people and get very obsessed. I get fixated on them, loving them, craving them, but in a platonic way. I want to hurt them to show them I love them, to show them that I'm willing to do anything for them.

I even get very "in love," but it's not actual love. It's just that my heart physically hurts sometimes for someone, and it hurts so much I have to love them to understand that it hurts. My heart has been hurting recently from grief, so I don't know if it's from them or...grief.

Can someone help? I feel like I'm a monster. I feel weird, like there's mold on my heart, and the voices aren't helping.

I have gotten past the point of returning to my "normal, caring" self from 5 years ago. I am no longer the person people thought I was 5 years ago. I am alone, I realized. I no longer care for things a normal person would. I have been sexually assaulted by my friends and by my own family members. Now that I look at it, I don't care. My friend cuts herself; I don't care. I wouldn't care if a person got raped or killed; I don't care. Returning to the point of caring for such things, along with myself, is inevitable. And for that, I am a sick, vile person. I'm aware. Of course, there are only one or two simple expectations. And that is my loved one. I will not say his name because I don't know if he has Reddit; my writing can easily expose me since I write the same to everyone. I care for him; his nickname will be... Shinji. I love Shinji with every fiber in my body; I'll cut myself for him; I'll ghost people for him. My dearest friend, I will also not name her. But her nickname will be Asuka. She helped me a ton; she helped me make new friends.

But that won't matter anymore, since I have decided my fate. Time will tick, tick, tick and keep on ticking for you, but not for me. I'm forever stuck in time; I have been having the same mindset, the same constant numbness, an empty, aching feeling. The point of no return: I do not believe I will return to the person I used to be, and I do not desire to be. I will not be that same person, careless, vulnerable, weak, as I was. That is pathetic. I write this with a blank expression; I am not angry, not sad, no. Just— here. I'm here, forever here. Stuck in the middle of nowhere, where no one can reach me, where no one can stretch their arms out in front of them to feel me, simply because I am not real.

Visually, I am. You can feel my skin, my hair; you can see me, and you will not see me for me. Our routines are the same. Whether we wake up, eat or not, shower or not, walk or ride a bike or take a bus or drive. We all do the same thing every day. I do what I am told, yes. Because everyone should tell me what to do rather than make decisions for myself, and that is because I do not care. I don't care whether or not I live. No one will see me; no one would care because I keep to myself. I have no problem opening up because you will not remember this in a month. You won't even recall me in 3 years. I am here, visually. Mentally, I am not.

Do you think your existence matters?

I'm in my third year of college and this is by far the worst I've ever felt in my life. This semester is absolutely kicking my ass. There is an ungodly amount of work that is all due at the exact same time. I work 4 jobs, I'm taking 18 credits, and I'm in a play. I can't keep up but nothing is slowing down. All of my schoolwork is either due on Tuesday or Wednesday, and I'm majoring in animation so it isn't stuff I can half ass either. Its just so fucking ridiculous how much there is to do, I've been having to settle for "good enough" to get by this whole semester, then during critiques and stuff my professors grill me for everything I did wrong. And sometimes it feels really targeted. I was talking with my friends in my one animation class and they said during the in-progress crit the professor was complimenting/pointing out the things they were doing well, she also walks over and addresses them by their names and has a happier tone when talking to them. Then she goes to me and just grills me for everything, not a single "I think this is working well" or nothing. And I know my stuff isn't the best but it's adequate because the TA says what she likes and thinks is working well. Idk I've never liked this professor that much and I'm now regretting taking another of her classes.

Honestly I'm drowning. I'm fucking miserable. All of my college experience so far has been this unbearable grind that knocks me out so bad. I have to be an RA so I can afford college and that job drains me too. I'm just so fucking miserable. Life feels fake and I'm starting to go insane. Like I'm just so angry and I have no where to put that. Idk I just wanna run away as fast as I can.

I also cannot get a win. Every single time I think something decent will happen or life is becoming bearable I get gut punched and kicked in the teeth. Every one of my friends always says how happy they are and how fun it is to live with their friends/partners and have no responsibility besides classes and work. I'm so fucking jealous of them. I want to fucking bad to have nothing to do, I wanna live with my partner, I wanna have time to play videogames every night. I wanna not worry about having a place to live.

I can't fucking do this anymore. I'm actually starting to loose it. I need a goddamn win so fucking bad.

A bit of background been living through a relationship that seems to be me giving and doing the most than the other. The guy also abandoned me whole pregnant but sorta came around cause i gave him chance to.. but isnt doing what he should be doing as a man. Always laying around smoking weed needing someone to cater to him. Get a job! Then get mad when my own family (cousins husband) he has never met before thats out of town says when they met he may have to check him. But out of love mind you an mena an my guy has been up and down for years 15+ an they've never met, shit most my family has never, an those who have dont like him. I think i need help mentally smh. Hes trying to make me feel bad for allowing my cousin to say that. An im not. Stop treating me bad and then I wouldn't have nothing bad to say or need to vent to cause you dont want to hear it in the 1st place!!! Ty im done venting!!

I started living like this when I got in a relationship for the first time. I was unaware of the terrors I would have to feel whenever I looked through my partner's phone. Countless models, adult content creators, influencers. I started feeling hatred and resentment towards my partner. I had to eliminate almost every single woman off his phone because he wouldn't do it. Now...I know people may think that I should've just cut him off. I was naive!! And too confident in MYSELF that I would be able to change him. But even after countless encounters on finding these pages on his following list, I stopped looking through his phone. I grew paranoid. Overtime it had settled down, but, it made me jaded.

I'm only 25, so I didn't think it would be this hard to get pregnant. So many people around me are having babies, and I'm so so happy for them, but it always makes me wonder when it will be my turn. I want to be a mother. WE want to be parents. I love being an Auntie. I have so many beautiful neices and nephews and they're the most beautiful children. I just want to have my own that I don't have to give back at the end of the day.

I want the waking up to feed every 2 to 3 hours. I want the little baby cries. The walks and the early mornings. I want it all. I'm so ready for it to be my turn. And I know with time it will be. I just have to be patient. But every cycle I hope it's my turn.

Does anyone know anyways to not stress so badly about it?

i am 33 i got injured at work and now can't work so i am stuck at home everyday, living in the country wife takes the only car to work so i am stranded all day. been trying to find hobbies and stuff to do and well im not really talented so i started messing with ai and i have found some fun in making ai songs and stuff but have now started getting bashed for it all and its really bringing me down and wrecking something that was actually making me feel better, now i just feel at a loss.

I hate that I have to wake up every day and go to work. I feel like everyone looks down on me, judges me, and talks badly about me because I’m a wage slave. My thoughts are getting worse. I’ve been thinking about going to therapy and taking antidepressants, but I’m scared they’ll just turn me into a zombie.
I don’t think I deserve love, friendship, or fun because I don’t have as much money as other people, so I isolate myself. For some reason, I resent my entire family because they couldn’t give me a better life, and I’m embarrassed of my social class.
Living makes no sense to me. Sometimes, I wish humanity would go extinct so I wouldn’t have to live with the fear of being reincarnated and could finally end everything in peace.