This creator Scorpio doesn’t promote something that I would want our future children to do on an app that was meant for creators to create content and have fun on she’s turned it into her personal bank roll and it makes me sick does anyone else on this app. Ever see this on that app ?

About eight years ago, I was at a museum on a school field trip. It was one of those days where you’re just drifting along, not paying much attention to the details. I had a drink in my hand, some sort of red soda or juice, I don't remember exactly since it was ages ago. Me and my friends were joking around, not really respecting the place.

Next thing you know, I tripped over my own foot, the drink flew out of my hand, and the next thing I knew, there was a bright red stain spreading across a painting and along the wall. The painting was one of those abstract pieces with splashes of color everywhere, I thought maybe it wouldn’t be noticeable.

Me being panicked with everyone looking, I grabbed my shirt and tried to wipe the stain, but it only made things worse. The paint was smearing, and my shirt was stained too. Suprisingly unlike the movies there were no alarms going off, or security rushing towards me, so I did the only thing that made sense at the time. I left it. Walked away like nothing happened, heart pounding but trying to look casual.

Fast forward eight years and I'm back at the same museum, older now, I remember the incident and notice the painting isn’t there. It’s been replaced with a new exhibit.

I felt a mix of guilt and relief. It was still eating at me after all these years.

I guess I’ve learned a thing or two about responsibility and owning up to mistakes. But that painting is gone forever, And maybe, just maybe, next time I’ll hold onto my drink a bit tighter.

I (m20) started taking peds almost a year prior and I feel like dirt. Not in a sense of testosterone suppression but like guilt. I know this might sound bad and I’m young and this but I’m very educated on the subject of bodybuilding and peds. I want to bodybuild it’s just very intriguing. I’ve been lifting and managing nutrition for 4-5 years and I made an irrational thought and hopped on some things I shouldn’t have and it’s biting me in the ass. My family has noticed, I didn’t think it was drastic bc I look in the mirror and weigh myself everyday but pictures from 4 months ago are crazy different and my family has obviously picked up on it, not only that but they mentioned mood swings. They sat me down and took me to get blood work and treatment it’s just been a super awkward relationship since. I look and felt on top of the world but idk how to put their disappointment into words. Ik I fucked up but I do want to be a bodybuilder in the future. I was never social and lifting and seeing mental confidence improve and physical progress got me wanting more. I’m not sure doing this was worth the ordeal it became and I feel like shit for causing this distress.

I was never the best student and I always struggled with foreign languages and paying attention. My 7th grade Spanish teacher would write students names on popsicle sticks, then draw one randomly to ask questions.

Early on the school year I went to the teachers desk to 'sharpen my pencil,' saw the stick with my name on it, and deposited the stick into my pocket for later discarding. Never again got surprised while daydreaming by the teacher randomly calling my name to answer a question.

I (19M) was always lonely throughout my life. I never had friends in school and never took part in any co-curricular activities. I would be jealous of my classmates with them hanging out with friends and being able to talk to girls, so I decided that after my high school I will try to make friends in college.

In college I met a group of people who I thought could be my friends. We would talk and have fun together. We would joke about each other. Even there were 2 girls in our group and with their friendly nature made me comfortable to talk to girls. Even there was a guy in the group who I would hangout with a lot. We would sit together and go to eat food together in the canteen or outside college.

I even started talking to a girl. She was really sweet and cute to talk to and we would bitch about our professors and at once shared playlists with each other. She was the one who asked me for my Insta ID. She would look and smile at me and wave at me. It was amazing. I thought my college life is going to be way better than my school life.

But it all came crashing down. In October me and my friends bunked our classes and went to the sports arena to play games. We were playing darts. One of the 2 girls, let's call her S, jokingly told one of the guys in our group that she would hit him on his head with a dart. So I jokingly told her that I would hit her with the dart but I accidentally pointed at her breast. I was looking at her face so I didn't realize it.

She got offended. She took the other girl, let's call her Z, and told her everything about this. Z confronted me and started shouting at me in the sports arena attracting everybody's attention. The Sports Officer came running towards us. He heard the entire story and took my ID card and told them to write a letter against me to the Dean.

After the letter was written he took me and the girls to the Dean who thought of this as a minor incident and told us we are legally adults and coming to him with these petty complaints. Then they told the Dean about me taking photographs of them and leaking them.

The day before I clicked S's photos of her eating a banana in the presence of our friend group. She took it very sportingly as a joke and I uploaded them to our personal Whatsapp Group. Everyone of us including her were laughing and giggling. But she and Z told that I took them without permission. They even told that I was never a friend and I was an outsider.

Dean got me suspended for 15 days because the next day our vacation would start so throughout November I was in my home. My mother uses this incident as a weapon to scold me evey now and then when we have arguments. And the worst was my crush.

During the days of my suspension I was in contact with my crush. She would even send notes of the classes of that day everyday throughout the suspension, but she didn't know I got suspended. Then when I rejoined college and started attending classes I sat far to my former friend group and behind my crush and she ignored me. Completely.

Throughout the whole day she would ignore me. That broke my heart. I was very upset and regretful for my actions. I think that my crush stopped taking to me because she got to know about this incident and misunderstood me. I have been hating myself for not respecting boundaries. Now I am all alone seeing my classmates enjoying their friendships and relationships. I think I deserve this.

edit: thank you guys so much for your kind comments. right now i am in a much better place than i was back then. that attempt was the first and only one i've done, and it was the most physical and mental pain i've ever experienced, so i thought that if offing myself causes me that much pain then it wasn't worth attempting again, sorry if that sounded stupid. although i'm still going through some struggles, i am content with my life and i have lots of things to look forward to and enjoy. thanks again.

i've told no-one about it, not my family or friends. at the time my relationship with my parents was bad and we were arguing more than ever. i was extremely insecure with my body and face, i hated the way i looked. i lost interest in things i've been doing since i was a kid. everything was just overwhelming.

i attempted by overdosing on painkillers at 1am on a school day. i remember my whole body shaking as i swallowed each pill.

when i woke up the next day i got ready for school as usual. on the bus i got extremely nauseous and had to get off to call my mum to pick me up. i threw up instantly when i was driven back home. she tried to brush it off and send me to school anyway but on the way i felt like vomiting again so she drove me back home, then i threw up again in the bathroom.

i was bedridden for the whole day and i couldn't eat anything or else it would come back up. i couldn't even walk without feeling dizzy or close to collapsing.

i just said to my parents i was 'sick' because of food poisoning from the other day. i don't know if they believed me

The school I went to was considered ghetto and ugly. We had a track meet and I got into it with one of the girls from the rich school. I had to use the bathroom, so I went to the locker room. I was so surprised that none of their stuff was locked up. You can call me a piece of shit, I was young. I was 15 at the time. I’m almost 30 now. Grew up in different parts. Anyways, I walked out with $700 and an iPod. I gave the iPod to one of my sisters Mormon friend. He knew how I got it.

The next track meet, everything was put in their lockers, Locked.

So this one day I go to my gym and while I find a locker I opened a locker that was in use and then I came across a Bookbag and came across a Apple Watch Ultra so then I take it then lock myself in the bathroom to see if it had a password, then turns out that it didn't so I got happy, so then I quickly factory reset it and then turns out it had a iCloud lock... So then I quickly turn it off and go home instantly and thought about going to a 3rd party tech shop and then the next day I go to the shop in a different city and then ask them if I can see a used Apple Watch Ultra so then they handed it to me and my adrenaline was going through the roof, so then since there was people blocking the way I instantly searched for cameras and there was only one camera but something was blocking it, and then I instantly switched the Watch I had in my pocket for the one without iCloud lock and then I told him it's fine I don't want it anymore so then the second guy sees it and finds a something weird on the screen and then he feels it and it was a protector and then he tells me "why is there a screen protector on the watch when there wasn't one on the one I gave you" and then I told him "I don't know, that was the one you gave me" so then he turns it on and comes across a iCloud lock and he tells me it has a iCloud lock and then I was scared as shit, and then while he was checking it I slid the new one behind my socks just incase they search my pockets and then I stay in the store and not leave so I don't act more suspicious then I was, so then it got to the point where I told them and even a customer to pat my pockets so then they did and didn't find anything. So I stay in the store a little but then ask if I can leave and they said I'm good to go... After 2 months I still have it.. only thing that I only felt and still feel is guilt and regret I plan on returning it back, I need to change the way my life it before it just gets worse... I know the person saved a lot of money and worked hard in order to buy that watch and my plan is to return the watch back to the store, get the old one back and return it back to the gym so the owner and reclaim it, enough to say I'm a piece of shit for doing it

I was drunk and well into my 20’s. Something about the lipstick screamed “color with me.” I don’t think anyone saw me, but to this day I cringe thinking about it🤷🏻‍♀️

It's been about a week and a half since but a few courses I'm taking at uni requires me to purchase some expensive textbooks (around $400). I really don't have the money but need these books and I can't get them for free online either. I went to a bookstore (the one named after a color in the rainbow) and took 2 books I needed and now I'm scared and have trouble sleeping every night.

So, when I was a kid, I will admit that I was a destructive little brat. I'd do this thing in the school bathroom where I'd roll up a ball of toilet paper, dip it into the toilet so half of it was wet, then launch the water-logged, soggy lump of toilet paper at the ceiling.

Every time, it would stick to the ceiling and just stay there. Nobody ever caught me, and this only went on for about a week until my 10-year-old brain got bored of it, but damn, I actually feel really bad for the janitors who had to scrape them off the ceiling. The first time it happened, the toilet paper went unnoticed for a day or two, so they had to be well-dried and practically super-glued to the ceiling. (The toilet water was unused btw. Feel like people might have questions about that)

I hope the janitors didn't have a hard time trying to get that off the ceiling. They were underpaid enough as it was.

Back when I was 15, I ended up staying with my grandparents, my uncle, and my cousin (all in one house) since they lived closer to my school, that way my mom wouldn't spend money on gas. There was a donut shop on the walk to school, and I had no way of making money.

One day, I was bringing in the mail after school and had to put my uncle's mail in his room while he was gone. I put a single letter on his bedside table and noticed a $20 sticking out of the drawer. I had an idea, and grabbed it.

The next day I walked over to that donut shop, and found out they sold 1-day-old donuts in a set of 12 for $10. I bought the box, and got a fresh one for myself.

I went to school and intended to give the donuts so my friends when they showed up, but someone asked if they had one. When i said no, she offered to buy one from me. That made me realize people were willing to buy donuts before school, and so I agreed to sell it to her.

For the next two years I walked around school every morning, selling a dozen donuts every day and making a small profit without telling everyone they were day old ones. After a while, I ended up buying two boxes a day and selling those all before school.

I eventually earned enough to put $20 back in my uncle's room and he never suspected i was the one that took it. I feel bad for stealing from my uncle as he passed away a few months after i slipped the money back into his room, but I got a few switch games and a used gameboy advance online from the other money I had.

I don't know how to start this

First of all, sorry if my english is not perfect, it is not my native language.

I feel so ashamed and guilty about what I did.

A week ago, I invited my friend over, I have feelings for her but was too anxious and socially ankward to tell her.

During the afternoon, we started cuddling each over and she asked me to massage her, which I did, then we started falling asleep while cuddling each over. I woke up before her and I don't know what I was thinking but I started touching her breasts under her t-shirt, she didn't object and I thought by now she was awake, so I continued to touch her. I thought that because of her agreeing me to massage her, she was sending me signals that she was interested in me.

Then I realized she was still sleeping and panicked about what I did, stopped and pretended nothing happened.

When she finally woke up, she didn't say anything about what happened but I could sense something was off.

I hesitated about telling her but I was afraid this would ruin our relationship.

Fastforward to today, she sent me a message about wanting to talk to me about something. We phoned each other and she told me she was awake, knew what I have done and because she was surprised, froze up during the moment.

At that moment, I felt the biggest shame and guilt I have ever felt. I've always valued doing the right things in life, sometimes preaching about it for example, when talking about celebrities doing awfull things similar to what I did. I feel like an hypocrite.

I started immediately apologizing, saying I feel so bad about what I have done, saying I'm sorry about breaking the trust she put in me as a friend.

She said that she usually like to cuddle and thought our relationship was platonic. At the end, she said she forgave me, that I shouldn't feel bad about it, never do this kind of things again and still want to be my friend despite all that.

I don't deserve a friend like her and I don't deserve her forgiveness.

I don't know what to think about myself. This has been 8 years since I've had a girlfriend and fucked up so bad. I feel like a creep who abused a woman during a vulnerable moment.

If you look at the back of my head, you'll see a sizable scar running across my scalp. Ask my parents on how this came to be, and they'll tell you my older sister pushed me in the garages, and I hit my head on the concrete. But that is but a ruse, a lie concocted to save my 7~8 years old self from being seen as an idiot. We live in an apartment building with underground garages, so the individual garages were pretty thin. What that meant is that we kids would get in and out of the car while it was still outside, and we would wait there while my parents ferried things in and out of the trunk. We would wait there. Unsupervised. So one day my kid brain wondered what it would be like to fall backwards on the hard concrete floor ! I stiffened my muscles and basically did a solo trustfall. Unsurprisingly, this went poorly, blood was spilt, and out of all the injuries I had as a kid, this was the only one to result in a scar. Now, my sister. When she was a kid, she was a PEST, an absolute hellspawn. She used to pick on me at every opportunity she got, and she felt no remorse nor a need to own up to her doing. For instance, one time she stole all of my father's coin collection, and even while she was forced to do chores to pay up for months, she denied everything during that time. Cut back to me crying and hurt on the floor. My parents immediately heard me and ran out, and I blamed the perfect scapegoat. Not once did my parents doubt my words, as they knew my sister was fully capable of doing such a thing, and they also knew her pleading non guilty was most likely a lie. She got a pretty hefty time-out after that, and I got bandages. All and all, I don't really feel bad for what happened. The dust has settled, I'm probably the only one who remembers this whole debacle, and most importantly my sister has grown out of her demonic phase.

I was 5 or 6 years old and I had just gotten home from school. When I got home from school I liked to hop on my parents samsung tablet :| and play minecraft. But today my mum didnt allow me to because I hadnt done my chores. So as any normal response I completely lost my shit and stormed off to my room. Within my room I was thinking on how I could get my revenge when i needed to go to the toilet to take a FAT dump. On the toilet I had an idea so i covered my hand in toilet paper and put it under my ass and tried to catch my shit but it was too sloppy the first time so I had to wait til tomorrow. So the next day because I was 5 years old I came home from school DEHYDRATED AF and sat on the toilet trying to force a shit out of me. I think I sat on the toilet for an hour or so before I finally felt a turd sliding out of my asshole i cover my hand in toilet paper and caught the solid turd in it. I stand up and put it on the the basin to wrap it up. I then poked some holes in the wrapping and walked it down to my parents bed and hid it under some old magazines that my parents had under the bed. I KID YOU NOT they didnt find it for weeks and it brought me great joy to know that my turd was stinking up there bedroom more and more everyday. My parents got air freshners and everything until after like a month they decided to look if something had died in there room they look under there bed and move the old magazines to find my MOLDY SHIT. My mum screamed in horror as my dad rushed over. but they didnt suspect it was me they ended up thinking it was one of my uncles friends that was renovating our house at the time which my dad fired and i fealt terrible because the poor man got told that he was fired for something I did. to this day I havnt told anyone the truth to this story and my parents never found out that it was I who place the shit under there bed.

A month ago my dad got really high and fell asleep in our front yard, when I helped him inside he just started crying saying how he felt he'd fucked up my life, fucked up his marriage and all that and he started promising he was going to change and he'd look into detox or rehab. I told him it was fine and he was fine and he that he shouldn't do rehab, I said a lot of stuff that wasn't true and eventually he just said okay and went to sleep and he hasn't brought it up since.

I didn't want him to go for a lot of reasons, mainly because I'm selfish and when my dad's fucked uo he doesn't pay attention or get upset about whatever shit I'm up to. I can get high or drunk and fuck about all day or spend all day playing video games ar any of the teenage shit that people get told off for. He said a lot of times that he'd get clean and he's even tried it a couple times at home and eventually he quits quitting and maybe thats for the best because as fucked up as it is I prefer when my dad's high, he keeps functional most of the time ands till manages to keep a roof over our head and stuff, and he's happier most of the time smokes weed with me and spends time with me and I dont think a lot of dad's would do that. And I just dont think theres a point for him doing rehab, because it wouldnt stick and he'd probably be worse off and even trying is kind of worth fuck all because all the bad shit "ive ruined your life" stuff has already happened and he can't go back in time and keep our family together or not fuck up my childhood or any other of the shitty stuff hes done sso thers just no fucking point.

Obviously I know all that stuff is selfish at the end of the day, but I still cant make myself stop thinking it, or thinking that if I hadn't changed his mind maybe he'd have gone to rehab and actually fixed himself and that wouldve been the time he sorted his life out for real. But I don't know and I cant change any of that now so what the fuck am i going to do with it

When I was 12 I used to play rpgs with my friends religiously. At that time I was deep into kpop and our rpgs mostly revolved around an imaginary universe in which we would play our favourite idols, now I can see how fucked up it was but we all were young teens obsessed with wattpad fanfictions (iykyk) and trying to have some harmless fun.

So there was this one time when I needed to photoshop a picture of some of our idols into a strip club (for the plot) and searched up strip clubs on my phone which was logged into a family account. My older brother was at his friends house at the time and a couple days after he came back I overheard my mum talking to him about how she saw that he and his friend searched up strip clubs. She gave him a talk and a ban on his psp console and left it but I think about it from time to time and feel bad because he wasn’t the guilty one and I never admitted to my mum that it was actually me.

I am a 19 yr old undergrad that just got my AA and i am now omw to university (classes start monday) and originally my mother planned for me and her to go live with my aunts house who is 2 1/2 hours away and has a university close to where she lives. Now i do love my family a LOT but the problem is, i just cant live with them like at ALL. My mom and aunt used to be abusive and EXTREMELY attoment to keeping us trapped in the house all day and to not let us go out and do anything and this went on for YEARS. Im actually still dealing with this shit to this day, when i come home from the gym (which is where i spend the majority of my free time) im always getting shit. Now my auntie on the other hand used to be one of the people i despised the most in the world to one of the funniest and most loving person ive ever known. My aunt used to back up my mom (her older sister) SOOOOO much in the past even when my mom did so much abusive shit to me but now my auntie sees me as a human being and is actually genuinely nice to me and i LOVE being around her especially when she visits. Again the problem is my mom, if i have to go to my aunts house my mom is gonna come with me and im afraid all that character development my aunt gained will just go right out the window and i just dont have the patience to deal with the same shit i had to deal with in the past with them. I would LOVE if i can go to my aunts house myself without my mom or since i also live with my grandma i would love to go with her as well but living with my mom is NOT what im trying to do so what i did was apply at a university thats a couple hours away and got accepted so i am going to set up a plan to get a dorm there. I can pay for it myself and im going to try and do sports there, i just want to be away. I can tolerate living with my family, my auntie? Yes, my grandma? Yes, my uncle? (Aunties husband) yes, my mom? No

I know this may seem a little.. less harsh then some, but it is something I needed off my chest.

So I was on a MAP trip, where last year, if you got a good grade on a MAP test, you could go to this trip. We went to the place, then to an Andy's, which sells ice cream. It was first time having Andy's so I definitely wanted to try something, so I kept some money my mom gave me so I could get something. As I got my simple vanilla ice cream, since I'm a very simple person, and I sat outside on a little bench with my ice cream. One of the teachers, which was my ELA teacher, probably made one the worse choices she probably had ever made, by making me go into the bus.. while I barely even started eating my ice cream. I tried my genuinely best to not make a mess, but ice cream is WAY more messy then you probably think. Every second, it dripped on the floor. I felt so uncomfortable with how I was making a tiny puddle of somewhat melted ice cream, plus, I don't like talking to people, made it so that I said nothing about what was going on. I just quickly ate my ice cream so I wouldn't make a big mess.. which still happened. My anxiety was so high I was imaging what would happen when a teacher saw the mess. As I finished my Cone, I casually threw it away, like there wasn't a big puddle of melted ice cream on the ground. Took and hour to get to school. An hour. An hour of a puddle of melted ice cream was just sitting there, moving along when the bus turned. As soon as we could get off the bus, I rushed to leave because I was probably gonna have a panic attack. I sat in the room I picked for RTI for a couple minutes before the school announcement goes something like “All students that were on the MAP trip, come back to the bus.” I felt so nervous because I knew they saw the puddle. A janitor was freaking out because the mess was so bad, plus, apparently some other kid spilt.. like an entire cup of soda as well? That just added to the mess. My math teacher looked more mad than she could ever be. She went on to say how bad the messes were, and that we could not go on trips anymore because of how the kids made both the place we went to and the bus messy. Then, I can vividly remember a conversation going:

Math teacher: “So who did it?” Some kid, probably 8th grade: “.. did what?” ( pure confusion ) Math teacher: “The ice cream puddle. The one that made a mess everywhere.”

All the kids proceed to explode in people saying that they didn't do it. “I didn't get anything.” “I didn't have money left.” “I got ( insert not vanilla ice cream )” and so on. I was so nervous and scared that I said nothing. I looked neutral, but my brain was going WILD. I look around, nobody saw me make that mess. I look at the bus, people, multiple people, were in the bus, probably checking out the mess. Some kid in my class turns to me. “You know anything, Sion?” “No.” I completely just lied right there. I feel so bad for saying no, but I did not want to hear would happen if I said yes. Yelling? Mabye me crying? Not today. The math teacher then goes something like “Who did it? Say it if you did it.” Guess what? My nervous self said nothing. And of course, since no other kid did it, they said nothing as well. I bet that every other kid was probably guessing some kid, but me. Why not me? Because I'm a very behaved kid, and sadly, that's what I think the teachers thought as well. I never, at any point, was called out by a teacher or kid. We get sent back to RTI, and I just back to what I was doing. Like nothing happened. They couldn't figure out who did it because there isn't any cameras in the bus and nobody said anything, so they gave up on the case. So that meant nobody knew nor wanted to guess that I did it.

I feel so bad. I'm never gonna confess, but I'm so sorry to the people that had to clean that. I would be mortified if I was an adult that had clean that.

Edit: forgot to add some words, and needed to add some small amount of context for people:

– I'm in 6th grade. People assumed I was young because I mentioned a kid in 8th grade, and they would be right.

– MAP, in this case, doesn't mean “minor attracted person”, and ice cream is NOT code word for little boys. No clue what MAP stands for here, but it's a website where kids take tests on. I am not a MAP, I'm 13.

I quit drinking for six months after coming to terms that I'm an alcoholic. Almost went to A.A but i vented with some good and supportive friends. One of which, continues to drink too but now has diabetes so basically "drinking" to him is like a few beers once a month. I have been lying to him more then anyone else. Because coincidentally "I too have been drinking once a month"-if you catch my drift.
At first I gave myself limits and rules and I really did try the once a month thing. I failed, after one month of one month drinking. Quickly my "8 drinks at most" rule ended with an incalculable amount. Quickly my "don't drink other people's drinks" ended. My "time limits" ended. And tomorrow, I'll be getting drunk again.

To give myself any credit, once a week is better then what I used to do. According to ChatGPT and other research once a week is still alcoholism. I don't want to admit it may need to be cold turkey. Part of me still thinks there's a way I can balance healthy soberity and once and a while partying. Idk...I need to say this to someone but in truth...anybody I say it to will tell me to go cold turkey if they knew so that's why I'm venting to strangers on the internet who aren't going to stop me tomorrow.

Throwaway account and omitting names for obvious reasons. Not looking for advice, just venting.

UPDATE: Me and the owner friend talked it out and we're all good. (:

EDIT : Clearing this up.. this is moreso about the owner friend I met because of my association with the artist who scammed me. The artist is long gone.

Last year I got scammed by an artist, they disappeared after ghosting me for months and I wanted to get to the bottom of it in an act of vigilantism. So I fabricated a new alias as my "15y/o sister". After this all blowed over I started talking with the owner of said community as both myself and this little sister. Needless to say, it's been over a year. This person and I have grown quite close and attached to this idea of my "little sister".

I've heard stories of people lying about having kids and siblings to garner sympathy and this was in no way intended to do that, so much as a quick cover for something that was ultimately for nothing.

I know it's fucked up, blown out of proportion and could've been avoided. I had no idea how deep I was in until the other day and I am well aware of the shitty position I've put myself in with no easy way to go about this. I'll muster the courage to handle this eventually since I've recently opened up about it to two friends and they both are helping me "amend" this, just having a night where I'm fuming because of my own impulse and regret.

But I’ve hit my limit. I tried to find help recently but for whatever reason, all the avenues I pursued didn’t work (helplines not answering, local AA websites being down) Maybe it’s punishment. I do feel like I deserve this.

I wasted my money. I wasted my life. I wasted my health.

I know the drinking will kill me eventually but I’ve always been an impatient person.

I don’t have friends to say goodbye to so I’ll say it to you. Take care of yourselves.

I hope you’re loved.

I was in charge of fixtures and displays. When we changed over the display tablets I had orders to destroy them. I took all 3 nice Samsung tablets home, wiped the demo software, and used them for myself/family. I also signed paperwork assuring that I disposed of them in the trash.

I drive a small vehicle. Everytime when it comes to driving and people don’t follow the rules, it pisses me off and normally I just curse them out in my car or in my head. In driving, I go from 0 to 100 in 2 seconds. But this time, I actually was in a road rage. I was on the highway and this large pickup truck kept getting in front of me and getting into my lane with no blinker. I almost rear ended him and this happened twice. I yelled in my car he didn’t hear me though but I said “turn your goddamn blinkers on!” I got off the highway and was stopped at an intersection and he got off too. He pulled up in the lane next to me. I rolled down my window and yelled at him saying “NEXT TIME TURN YOUR GODDAMN BLINKERS ON MONTHERFUCKER!”

I had a lemonade drink in the cup holder and threw it at his car. He gave me the finger and started cursing me out, and I started cursing him out. After I threw the drink he literally got out his car. I got saved by the bell, cause the light turned green. I drove off fast, and he got back in his truck and came after me. We drove all the way down like two traffic lights but I eventually lost him. I’ve seen it too many times people change lanes with no blinkers or are too close to me. I didn’t like the lemonade drink anyways, it was in the cupholder for 3 days.

Nothing ruins my day more than opening the phone to a wall of text from a friend telling me how awful their life is, how no one loves them and they will die alone. Specifically when this is an almost daily occurence, sprinkled in with self-sabotage and a lack of accountability ('I know I shouldn't have seen my ex but we slept together and now he dumped me again, I'm going to kms').

I am a recovering people-pleaser and I used to go to lengths to try and help these people, be their shoulder to cry on and put them in a better mood. Eventually my cup ran dry and I began being resentful.

I started asking google gemini for advice whenever a friend starts dumping on me out of nowhere. It provides really considerate responses that are much more elegant than what I would like to say after months if not years of resentment building up.

The responses usually acknowledge the person's feelings, empathises with them, then adds a constructive question to get the person to look at the situation from a brighter side. I copy paste them without guilt and hit send.

It saves me emotional and mental energy, I get to learn new communication strategies, and the other person feels heard.

My best friends mom was younger than all the other moms and very attractive. She was a single mom . And was considered a cool mom . because she would let us hang out at her house and play loud music .and turned a blind eye to smoking cigarettes and weed. But her and I always had a special relationship. Different from the other kids .we were both sisilian so that right there was a clincher .she was friendly with my mom . So I could be late coming home as long as I said I was at her house .if I went looking for my friend her son and he wasn't home she would always find a reason for me to Come in .and soendntime with her. She was lonely and I filled a void in her life and was happy to do it .well fast forward I'm 18 and my birthday and her son's were two days apart so she threw us a big party. It was great .at the party she had a couple of drinks in her and I went inside to use the bathroom. But there was someone in it .well she had followed me down the hall and when I turned around she was right behind me .she said fit to go pee?? In a soft voice with her face a half inch from mine .and she gently grabbed my crotch. I'm not bragging but I'm bigger than most in that department.and she noticed .so she said you can use my bathroom.so I snuck around her and we put caution tape at the bottom of the stairs so nobody would go upstairs . Andi went under and got in the bathroom just immediately time . Between having to noee so bad and her grabbing it I was fully erect trying to pee guys you know how that goes and I see our if the corner of my eye she is standing there with her arms crossed and this smirk on her face I'll never forget . I didn't know what to do my dick was so hard I couldn't get it in my pants .so I just stood there .she said well we can't have you going downstairs like that now can we in a baby voice .I'm going to have to make that Big erection go away and dropped to her knees and to this day gave me the best blowjob ever .and then we went back to the party .from that day on we made time to have sex at least once a day for over twenty five years I got married so did she I had kids she had one more not mine and then she. Got breast cancer and it took her really fast and to this day I look at my still best friend and he doesn't let in that he has a clue but I see her in his eyes and I get a lump in my throught . I miss her a lot

I used to use the Taco Bell app to order food, and one day my app stopped allowing my orders to go through. My phone would show that I had placed an order, but when I would pull up to Taco Bell they couldn’t see my order on their end. They would check my phone to see what I had ordered and would get it for me. Then I would go on my app and cancel my order because it “hadn’t been picked up yet”. I did this daily for months before my life hack stopped working..

My Friend got a part time job at KFC, while studying at college. As you can imagine his passion for the job wasnt always there and he really couldn't care if he got fired or not. Whenever i would go for lunch at KFC i would pay $5 for 20 Hotwings, 2 medium fries and 5 pieces of chicken. It was amazing. I couldnt even finish that much food but the fact i could get so much at that price i took advantage. However, it only lasted for 6 months as he got fired for doing exactly that.

Looking back i do feel bad for stealing, but in my eyes he was just really bad at his job lol

I (22F) Always had a short fuse. Some things irl i would just brush off, i am not too bothered in person, but things like someone not understanding me or having to repeat myself is already too annoying.

While IRL fine, i am extremely explosive in privacy. My main hobbies are art and video games, and both of those things are extremely frustrating, though I dont think im too bad at either. I have been replaying Bloodborne for like 7th time and everything well baby smoothly, Its my favorite game, but while running throught the forbidden woods i just Lost my shit and smashed my PS5 controller against a wall. I have ps5 since August 2023, and I already have like 4th or 5th controller. I had PS4 since 2019 and had the similar ammount (5-6 i think) in the time span. I think there were 2 Broken Xbox ones but one was broken because i accidentaly tossed it away while getting out of bed and got that one repaired. I never met anyone who would break as many as I did and feel extremely ashamed for that, especially after hearing Its childish immature bullshit behaviour every time i would look up if someone has same issues.

I dont know why it escalated So much in the past year. I have extremely loving and supportive boyfriend, and while yes, i did lash out on him many times, he knows I dont mean it and i did always apologize. Bless him. I never ever did raise my hand on him or anything like that during my outburst. While controller Is disposable, he ts not, and i would never hurt someone i love.

There might be some things. I did Always suffer from depression and anxiety, i am pretty sure i do have ADHD as well but i havent been diagnosed yet. My work isnt the best either, hourly quotas and minimum wage of 4,50€ an hour dont make up for good motivation to get out of bed in the morning. And while i do try to post my art, Its not enough to get anyones attention, let alone to start with commissions or career with my limited time and resources.

I dont know what to do. The outbursts are just ever present, sudden and with outcomes just like this, not having a controller because i smash it against a wall. Psychologist/psychiatristisnt cheap, neither Are the controllers, and i do want to avoid taking medication again (i made that choice after few years of taking antidepresants that just fucked me up).

Edit: please dont tell me "play different game". I have repeatedly stated Its not a specific game or genre that makes me angry. I am able to rage to Minecraft, Its really just depending on what i am currently playing that i release my rage onto.

Today I (18M) worked 5 hours at my part time job at the local hungry jacks before my older sister picked me up and drove me to gymnastics. Before she left to pick me up she packed my bag, got me food, water and clothes to change into because there isn’t enough time to go home in between. I was a little tired from work and took a short nap in the car which only made me feel a little more tired :/. When I arrived I went to the changing room and sat there for a minute on the bench. I opened my phone to check the time and saw I had a massage from a friend and so I messaged him back and got distracted reading the messages of a discord server I’m active in. After a short amount of time i became self aware of my actions and realised I still hadn’t gotten changed. Stupidly I decided to keep reading, after all I wanted a little break after work. When I finally check the time again, it has already been 30 minutes since my class was meant to start and I’m still in my work uniform on phone. I panic a little and realise that even if I change now and go start training it will be super suspicious and people will wonder where I have been so I continue to sit and try and think about it. I can’t decide what to do so I just open reddit and start looking at memes to take my mind off it. Soon an hour has passed and I’m screwed for sure. Instead of cuttings my losses and just going out I stay in here and go over scenarios of what people will say and do. I already feel quite guilty about wasting all that time and now it’s just getting later.i have sat here for the last 4 hours of my own volition doing nothing when i should be training. I’m still sitting here panicking and writing this instead of going out but at least I have changed to make it look like I have at least done something.