I have absolutely no idea what to do after high school ends

everyone around me is talking about already completing their SATS, getting ready for their AP tests, while I haven’t even started to properly think about that

I have absolutely no idea what I want to do as I grow up, no motivations for anything, not good in anything; I have a 90%+ in my physics II and AP calculus classes but that’s only because my teachers like me and curve my grades high on purpose, in reality I have no clue what’s happening in either class due to absences accumulating up and my laziness and inability to study which I have no excuse for

Which just makes me think when or if I go to university I’ll just eat shit and fail hard since throughout my high school years I never got myself into the habit of how to properly study and was able to survive only due to teacher generosity and how lenient the school I’m in was in general

The only good thing I have going for me is that my dad is well enough for me not to worry about uni expenses/living expenses if I move out or study abroad but that’s about it, I have nothing else, no likes, no motivation, don’t know where I should even study, don’t know what I should do, along with my mom laughing at the idea that I don’t instantly go to a uni or college after high school

I've been feeling pretty low lately, triggered by two events: my ex got engaged last month, and one of my childhood best friends just got married.

Even though I don’t want marriage, kids, or a conventional life path, I can’t shake this sense of sadness.

It’s not really jealousy; it’s just an emotional sting that leaves me questioning myself, thinking, “What’s wrong with me?”

I know others must feel this way sometimes, but it’s still hard not to internalize it...

Maybe I don't quite remember his name now, but I remember who he was. We played together as children on this same street. His family was born into poverty too, similar to mine.

He still has that certain look on his face. That serious look, a little bit dramatic with his eyebrows so shapely and his eyes, I miss seeing his eyes cause I can never truly remind myself of his face because I really just try not to look at him.

He drives a small minibus. I look forward to seeing that bus on that exact same spot everyday after 6 pm so that I know he's back home after work. It excites me, gives passion to my femininity if I have some left within me.

Whenever I see him, he becomes the highlight of my day and I wonder then if he has something to think of me too. He seems to look at me whenever he can? Am I imagining it? I probably am, since I try to just look straigt ahead when I notice him. But I wish he did. I wish he saw something in me. I wish he even loved me. Against all odds, I wish he talked to me, said he was able to open his heart to me.

TL;DR;: feeling guilty about something that turned me on.

So context been in a relationship with my gf for almost 2 years and love her dearly, and find her immensely attractive. We used to hang out and have sex more but it's taken a backseat to stuff going on her life like work and school. We went walking yesterday and had a nice time before I had to go to work and she floated around having sex before work and I of course get excited, but it didn't happen. Anyways we were still texting somewhat spicy and then she either falls asleep or stops texting me and it makes me frustrated...I go home, doomscroll and see a post from a girl that was moderately attractive and I click thru just out of curiosity and turns out it's all thrirstrap content and seeing it made me horny, but I didn't want to take care of it looking at her so I looked at pictures of my girl and went to bed...but now I feel guilty that I was mindlessly looking at that in the first place and that it got me excited. Should I feel bad? I was already worked from earlier in the day and the content I ran across on ig pushed me over...but for some reason I feel guilty because I acted on my impulse, yet it was my girl I was looking at when I did the deed it's stupid but just want reassurance

I’m 27, and two years ago, I married my childhood sweetheart. We’ve been together since we were eight. He was even my escort at my quinceañera, and he asked my dad for permission to officially date me. My best friend Elle, who’s also 27, was my maid of honor. We grew up together, and our moms were always close.

Elle got pregnant at 16 by her boyfriend, who left her not long after. He was more than ten years older, and there were rumors it was because he was violent. Elle told me he was seeing other women, and that led to the violence. She moved back to our neighborhood, and I lost some friends because their moms didn’t want them around her, thinking she was a “bad influence.” It was the same story in high school—stares, whispers—but I stuck with her, and so did my boyfriend. We were always there for her. We picked out baby names together, decorated her room to make space for the baby, and joked about the baby having two moms.

When she went into labor, everything seemed okay at first, but the baby was born with hydrocephalus and had to stay in the hospital. I was there, supporting her, and then, three months later, the baby didn’t make it. I helped her through it all, encouraged her, and made sure she finished the school year. Then I went off to college in another city, and my boyfriend did too, though he stayed closer to home. Elle decided to start working instead of going to college.

I came back to my hometown, married the love of my life, and just recently found out I’m pregnant. I thought I had everything I wanted, and I was so happy. We live in a house my husband’s father gave us. My sister-in-law has two kids from her husband’s first marriage, and now they’re expecting another together. She’s been upset about the house, saying it’s not fair that we got it since she’d always dreamed of living there. My father-in-law passed away from COVID, and at that time, my sister-in-law lived in another city. Now she’s staying with my mother-in-law, who promised her that when she passes, my sister-in-law can have her house. But my sister-in-law keeps saying that it’s too small and that we should switch houses and move in with my mother-in-law because it would be “fairer.”

My mother-in-law has serious health problems and is bedridden. I don’t know all the details, just that she chose not to have surgery to walk again, and now it’s too late because of her age. My sister-in-law, Elle, and Sandra were always close friends. When Sandra stopped hanging out with us after Elle got pregnant, my sister-in-law and Sandra stayed friends. Later, my sister-in-law moved away, I left for college, and Sandra and Elle reconnected.

My sister-in-law came over when Jan was at work. I thought she was here to argue about the house again, but she wasn’t. She came because my mother-in-law told her about my pregnancy. She was acting sweet, saying she was happy to be an aunt and that she hoped I would “make it this time.” I asked what she meant by “this time,” but she just suggested I host a lunch and said she’d help me with it. I couldn’t stop thinking about her comment, so I messaged her several times asking what she meant. She finally said she never said it and that I must have misheard.

The lunch was a disaster. Elle wasn’t there—just my sister-in-law and Sandra. I texted Elle, and she told me that Sandra said it was at four, so she’d be a little late. While we waited, Sandra suddenly said, “I don’t think I could be close to someone who had been with my husband.” My sister-in-law looked at her, and Sandra continued, “I’m serious.” They started talking like I wasn’t even there. My sister-in-law said, “That was a long time ago,” and Sandra replied, “Define long.” I asked what they were talking about, and Sandra said, “About when Elle was pregnant with Jan’s baby.” I just sat there, frozen. My sister-in-law added that she figured I didn’t know, and Sandra said, “How could she not know? Everyone knew.” Then she told me that’s why Elle’s mom couldn’t press charges against Elle’s boyfriend, because the baby wasn’t his—she could only accuse him of statutory rape.

I got up to leave, but Sandra grabbed my arm and told me not to go like this. Elle has been calling me non-stop. I’m at my mom’s house right now, and I still don’t know if I’m awake or asleep.

I (30F) have been with my bf (33M) for over a year and a half now. He graduated law school in 2019 and has been attempting to take and pass the bar exam so he can practice law since then. He has failed every single time. The last exam was in July, and I asked him to take a small break as we had discussed getting engaged and I wanted to focus on our relationship for a bit before he re-took the exam. For context, when he is studying for the bar exam, he has to focus morning, noon and night on it and we do not live together for religious reasons. We’ve agreed that when we get engaged we will move in together. As a result, every time he has to study for the bar exam it takes a huge toll on our relationship. So, rather than go through that process again, I suggested to him that we focus on getting engaged instead. He insisted that he just really needed to buckle down and study, and ultimately ended up quitting his job and setting our plans back so he can attempt to take this bar exam again. He did not pass. Our goal has always been to get engaged by the end of the year as I would like to have children and do not want to wait much longer to get married and he has always been perfectly aware of this. Now I feel a bit of resentment towards him as he has prioritized the bar exam over our relationship and it resulted in failure. Other than this, he has been a wonderful boyfriend. I am not sure how to move forward as I am having trouble letting this go. When I ask around, people tell me that he didn’t have to decide the same thing as what I wanted. We had a discussion and he took my advice in and decided against it, but still it makes me feel unheard.

I've (22M) been with my girlfriend (22F) since we were 14. We're both from Iowa, grew up on neighboring farms, and our families are close. She's always been the adventurous one, very independent, strong-willed, and never afraid to take risks. We're like two halves of the same whole. So when she got accepted into the University of Michigan last summer, I couldn't have been prouder. It was the chance of a lifetime for her.

But reality hit hard when it came time to find a place for her to stay. She started looking for affordable housing, but everything was either too far out of her price range or already taken. I watched her frustration grow as the days passed. She started putting up ads on Facebook, Instagram, and every other platform she could think of, trying to find a room or a place nearby that wouldn't drain her savings.

That's when this older guy in his 40s, originally from Yemen, reached out to her. He had a cheap room available for rent in Dearborn, Michigan. When I found out about it and that he'd also be living in the house, it became uncomfortable for me.

The idea of her living with some stranger, especially a man, didn't sit well with me. But she insisted. She packed her things and left a few weeks later. I helped her with the move, even though inside, I was torn up.

At first, things seemed okay. We kept in touch regularly, but then her calls and texts started getting fewer and shorter. She would post on Instagram, and I noticed the pictures were more revealing than usual. Sometimes, I couldn't tell who took them.

I tried not to overthink it, but it got harder. I started questioning everything. Was she really just hanging out with friends like she said? Or was there something more? I'd seen the way she acted at home, very comfortable in her own skin, walking around the house half-dressed, just being herself. But that's too inappropriate to do while sharing space with a total stranger. She didn't understand how men thought sometimes, and I couldn't help but feel anxious, wondering if that guy was seeing her the way I saw her.

Two weeks ago, I called her and my nerves got the best of me. I lashed out at her, started yelling, called her names and she cried and hung up on me. Since then, I've tried calling, texting, but nothing is happening. It's been two weeks, and I haven't heard from her.

A few days ago, I saw a picture of her on Instagram. I didn't comment, didn't like it, but I couldn't stop looking. The image made me feel uneasy in a way I couldn't explain, something about it just didn't sit right. Since then, I haven't been able to shake it. I keep thinking about it, trying to make sense of what I saw, but I can't. And it's been eating at me ever since.

I'm writing this because I don't know what else to do. I don't know if I pushed her too hard or if that man is doing something. I can't stop thinking about it. She's my everything, the love of my life, super attractive, beautiful, strong, and extremely ambitious.

I used to be skinny af then when I went on them I gained 100 lbs. And I used to be able to lose weight easily now I cannot for the life of me. Even the ones that don't increase appetite still do it for me. They help my anxiety by numbing me out but do nothing else. I wish I never got on this bullshit medication. They are so hard to get off of. I feel constant anxiety every second I think of getting off of it.

Hey everyone! I just joined, and honestly, I’m here to share what goes on in the day-to-day life of a student, and all the stuff we keep in our heads but don’t always say out loud. I feel like no matter who you are or where you’re studying, we all share those same moments—whether it’s staying up until 2 a.m. overthinking our future, trying to keep up with exams, or just trying to find time to relax and actually breathe.

This place seems like it’s going to be the space where I can throw my thoughts out there and connect with everyone who’s just figuring things out like I am. I’ll be posting relatable stuff for all kinds of people—students stressed with exams, those wondering why time is going way too fast, and even the ones who are just enjoying the ride.

So, if you’re someone who feels like they're somewhere between “figuring things out” and “kinda lost,” I hope we can make this space feel a little more like home. Here’s to being real, sharing the highs and lows, and hopefully making this whole student life feel a little more connected. Let’s do this!

so basically my birthday was on Friday and my mum wanted to buy gifts for me with the money but I convinced her to give me half so I could trade with it for the first time. My mum and my elder sister were telling me not to trade, but I didn't listen, now I traded bitcoin and I've lost 70% of the money, do I come clean or take another trade and hope for the best?

I (23F) know that no one is supposed to have their life figured out by my age. But it just feels like I’m so lost. I’m not particularly good at anything. I’m not passionate about anything. I got the first entry level job I could get after college. I definitely don’t want to do this job forever but again, I don’t have anything that I’m good/passionate about.

I feel like I’m still 16 years old when I’m about to be in my mid-20s. How do people get their shit together.

The title explains it all. I simply have nothing good going for me in life. I am stuck, don’t what to do, and have nobody to go to.

I have one good friend in real life, but I wish I knew more people.

I live in a small town and I don't see many people who I'd assume I share interests and values with.

The interesting people I do see? I would never dare approach. I don't think anybody approaches people on the street that way anymore. They'd probably think I'm some sketchy scammer and tell me to fuck off.

I'm also anti-social, though it doesn't seem that way. I know how to banter on a surface level, but I'm afraid of opening up and making a deeper connection. I feel like if people knew what I'm really like they wouldn't like me.

All she wants to do is spend time with me, it’s getting to a point where I can’t even play some games with my homies without her wanting to face time, I need to study but she wants to cuddle instead. I want to go out and run but she wants to run with me. I just want some me space honestly

I think i'm probably transgender (mtf) and i just wish i didn't feel like it was eating me from the inside out. I sort of insinuated it to one of my coworkers and they were supportive but it still feels so embarassing and makes me hate myself. And I feel guilty because I have a partner and I havent told her. And I'm worried she won't take it well. But i should have told her first. I love her but its making me pull away. All this is making me hate myself. I should have known better I've felt this for almost a decade but probably 4 or 5 months ago I started feeling like this every single day. And I'm trying to act more feminine and dress more feminine and do whatever I can but it almost makes me feel worse. I wore a tiny bit of make up and when I see my reflection i just think about how stupid I look. I feel like I'm playing pretend and even if I came out and transitioned I just feel like I would never not feel like i'm just dressed up as a girl. I feel like the world hates me and at the same time i cant get any support from people I know because I'm afraid and ashamed.

I'm seeing an overwhelming amount of people blaming white women for the results. Yes majority of white women voted for the orange dude. We aren't going to just ignore that.

Though the fact of the matter is it's over, the results are in and there is nothing we can do. Plus orange tan didn't win because of their vote, he won because of the male votes. He gained a concerning amount of male voters this year in every category. Men were the KEY to his success in the election.

The mask has been dropped and we are seeing men of all ages harrass and bullying women in person and online. Popularizing a r*pe threat.

This is not to say all men are partaking in this, even on reddit I am seeing American men who are disgusted with the treatment towards women. Who are upset and scared for their fellow women and feel just as disrespected as we do.

It's not all of them but right now it's to many of them. To many of them that we cannot trust them right now.

We can be angry at the white women who voted against us, but giving citrus' win to them? No, a 3 percent majority on it's own will not do much. Let's remember that almost half voted blue and are just as upset as we are.

We just need to come together despite the results and not point fingers. What's done is done. It's time to pick ourselves up and stand together.

The 4b movement has been picking up in a few countries and it's time that it picks up here.

Edit:I want to clarify this, I'm putting importance on this because I'm seeing people use this factor against women by red voting men. So let's not get divided by those who wish to oppress us!

The isnt a single bad person ive known that has had bad stuff happen to them. I only see them thrive.

My Gf (23f) and I (26M) have been together for over a year. Our relationship is really not going well. On one hand, she is a relatively sensitive person, and on the other, I sometimes don’t behave correctly. Things have started to get worse recently as she began facing many health and work issues. She became very stressed, and we started arguing more often. I admit that a lot of things are my fault, but there are also times when I feel like she’s just directing her stress at me.

Then, last night, while we were on a video call, she was telling me about her toothache, saying that she might need a root canal. I was listening attentively when a message popped up from a friend of mine (I had messaged him a joke a few minutes before the call). I chuckled quietly and dismissed the message to continue listening to her. Suddenly, she stopped and asked, “What are you laughing at? Are you watching something?” I explained that I wasn’t watching anything, it was just a message from my friend. She then ended the call and didn’t respond to my messages afterward. I tried to reach out to her, but she ignored me.

After a while, she replied, and despite me explaining that it was just a messenger pop-up and I simply dismissed it to keep listening to her, I apologized for smiling. She just said it was really annoying when someone is trying to share something important and the other person is smiling. I reassured her that I didn’t mean it that way and that I always care about her health, apologizing once more. She simply said that she wasn’t angry, but disappointed, and that this is just who I am.

At this point, I really feel exhausted. I always try to be a good boyfriend, listening to her as much as I can. I care about everything she goes through, and I even try to help when I can. This is just one of many instances where I find myself in this situation—the silent treatment (she does this every time she’s upset), the personal attacks, the sudden outbursts of anger. I love her, but when i was around her i felt like i was walking on eggshells. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep going like this.

That’s it. Feel distant from her. She doesn’t understand my problems. I don’t understand hers. It’s just a fake relationship we are in.

Being small and average is fucking depressing, shameful, humiliating and emasculating, I want to fucking kill myself, I don't want to live in this pathetic body

I'm a gay guy but that doesn't really matter in this case, it's not about what others think, it's about how I feel, and I will never feel good in my own body

As a 22 year old, I have no room in this house, no personal space, no privacy, no financial support.

I recently put my weekly money on buying stuff to create decorative art and sell on a popular platform. My mom straight up told the first person who called her as if we're gettin rich all of a sudden or something.

I cried so hard that day because I wanted to have something of my own for the first time. They question me for everything I do. I have no life. I have no worth being myself, they just have to keep their noses in my business.

It makes me hurt myself. I have to make them a part of my life although they don't respect me as a human being.

They didn't want me having a bf, I listened. They didn't want me to wear certain clothes, I listened. They didn't want me having too many friends, I listened. They made me sleep in the livingroom, I listened.

BUT WHEN I HAVE REQUEST FROM THEM, THEY DON'T LISTEN!

What actually hurts the most is that they don't go to sleep early, if I fall asleep on the couch, they keep on talking and being loud as if, I don't matter. They go to sleep only when it's really late and I can only focus on my studies when it becomes quiet so as a result, I end up not getting enough sleep and studying until the morning hours. I really hate my poor family.

A girl and I have gowns each other since 6th grade, we’re both 25 now. After 10th grade we ended up in different schools and trusted to stay in touch even though we wouldn’t hang out that much.

After high school I moved away and visited home twice in 4 years. Both times I hung out with her and we picked up right where we left off. We weren’t super close but still I’d consider her a good friend of mine.

Less than a year ago, I invite her to my wedding in our hometown, I told her i was moving back to our hometown after our wedding, and she even told me she was engaged and was super excited about me coming back.

A month after that conversation, she didn’t attend any of my wedding events, never texted an explanation or anything and I knew she was in town because I saw her instagram stories of her hanging out with her friends.

I didn’t have many friends left in my hometown and although I was hurt by her not attending my wedding, I was also really lonely. I texted her a few months after my wedding to hang out with her, which she also ended up asking to reschedule and we never ended up hanging out. She never texted me again and I saw her story with pictures of her at her wedding, which she never invited me to.

She kind of stopped being interested in me all of a sudden. It hurts. I don’t know what I did or why she’s being the way she is. Honestly i just miss having her as a friend

I feel like my parents are very toxic/controlling. I'm 17 and still not allowed to drink, or leave without asking permission, or get tattoos etc. When I tried dating a guy who was a little bit older they got very overprotective. Even last week, I was "punished" for failing my classes so they took my phone away. How do I communicate to them I'm an adult now and they are being overbearing?

I had a piece of toast with cream cheese on Wednesday morning and some gummy vitamins each morning since. Other than that, I haven't eaten. It is currently Saturday morning, November 9.

I've contacted crisis lines 3x in the intervening days. My ideation has spiked considerably.

I feel like taking steps to feel better would just be denying the facts of his horrific new reality. I guess that those people who find a way to be ok are stronger than me. I just don't know how to have any hope or any desire to feel better. What's the point of feeling better when everything is awful and it's going to get more terrible than our worst nightmares? Shouldn't my insides match the outsides?

I honestly don't know what to do.

I, often read stories about, kidnapping, Yandere's, and Stockholm syndrome. But, I don't only like these things in stories, I feel that I'd quite enjoy them outside it? Like irl? Being stalked is something I'd like... Having someone be a Yandere for me, it sounds amazing. Getting kidnapped and then falling for them? It sounds wonderful. But I can't quite act on these as, I'm a minor, and don't know anyone who thinks the same. I'm already a weird person, I know that, I already support things a lot of people don't, but I've already found my people for those, however, this? I don't think so. I just wanna hear your thoughts, and maybe you think the same.?

Two months ago, I ended my six-year-long relationship (with its ups and downs) on good terms. During the relationship, I know that my partner was attracted to a particular guy some years ago because she mentioned it to me at some point.

A week ago, she wrote to me asking me to get back together, because, according to her, "she felt empty without me" and missed me. I reminded her of the reason why we broke up (she wants to have children, and I don’t). Following that conversation, she confessed that she started feeling empty because she went out on a date with another guy and "things happened.".

At that moment, I blocked her, but the emptiness and devsastation is only getting stronger, because I am certain it was the same guy I mentioned at the beginning of this post, and with whom I suffered a lot of insecurities for several years.

I feel like all the progress i was doing this couple of months made a regresion all the way back to square one, or worse. I don't know what to do.

My boyfriend has been arguing me and trying to change my views on abortion. He says “why is it ok to kill a baby in the womb versus killing the child when it’s born “. He also says if a man and a woman have unprotected sex and the women gets pregnant, that it was her fault that they didn’t use protection and should have to follow through with the pregnancy. He says that if the women is pregnant and doesn’t want the baby , but the father does, that she should be obligated to have the baby and hand it to the father. That it’s not fair woman can have a baby and put the father on child support. I was like fathers put their baby mamas on child support too. He’s said yeah right that rarely happens. At what month is it ok to have an abortion ? I was like well I don’t think termination of a pregnancy at 5-8 months is ok unless there’s something terribly wrong with the baby. I just need to know if anyone else is struggling with different views on abortion with their partners. What do u guys think is acceptable for abortions ? Should the women have to have the baby if they both didn’t wear a condom or do any plan b or anything. Why it’s ok to kill a baby inside the womb versus outside ? And he said the baby feels pain in the womb. Can someone give me some insight on bringing up good points as to why it’s ok for a woman to have abortion ?

(Sorry this is pretty long but I really needed somewhere to rant)

During my(23F) junior year in college I matched on tinder with a guy(F) I seen around campus. My bsf was in the same major as him and was always talking him up before the fact trying to convince me multiple times to talk to him.

The day before winter break we decided to hangout. Honestly thought we weren’t because he waited until late at night to remind me. Went to his dorm to watch a movie I chose Harry Potter Order of the Phoenix. I absolutely know that it was a horrible choice that time of night but I said it as a joke(we would message each other about HP on tinder and it was more of a reference because he said that was his favorite one) didn’t think he’d actually agree. So, he ended up going to sleep multiple times. I tried to engage in conversation throughout he kept it short. Asked if he wanted me to leave he said no he didn’t want me to. I left as soon as the movie ended.

Went to Italy over winter break for school credits. Early on we would talk here and there but I was obsessing over everything I said because from his responses he didn’t seem engaged? A friend from middle school dmed saw I was in Italy and we reconnected. He told he liked me for a long time and I admitted that I liked him back then as well. Not my finest moment and I admit I was wrong but me and F were very fresh in the talking stage. Tbh I wasn’t sure if he actually liked me because of his ig notes referring to other girls and the likes/comments he left on girls post. I asked F if we could be friends and he agreed. Afterwards on his ig notes he said something about “if he had a dollar for every girl he saw with butterfly tattoos.” My bsf actually brought it to my attention because of my tattoos and thought he was being shady. But I responded to him and joked that he’d have a couple dollars from me.

I got my karma from talking to my middle school friend. He did a whole 180 and was acting like a creep. I ended up not enjoying the rest of my time in Italy but ended things with him on my way back to campus.

Back on campus my bsf kept telling me that whenever they say F he was always staring at me and that he probably still likes me. They convinced me to ask to hangout with him even if it was just as friends and try to make it back to the place we were before winter break. So, I messaged him saying if he wanted to hangout and he agreed.

After my night class I was messaging my bsf who was saying there was something supposed to be happening with the moon but they couldn’t find it from where they were on campus(they figured I was already “outside” I could look around). Left my stuff outside the classroom so I could look around outside. Found nothing went back in. During this whole exchange I was looking down at my phone so I wasn’t aware he was in the classroom nextdoor by himself. Finally look up he’s at the whiteboard next to the door just staring. He ended up walking away. I figured this would be the time to approach and break the ice. Looked uninterested, was short, and made it very awkward so I left. Was anxious and messaged him. Can’t remember exactly but basically said I didn’t have to approach him if it made him uncomfortable. I didn’t want to keep attempting to if he was just gonna act like that. But he said it was fine, that basically I was the anxious one and tried to give me advice on how to approach people.

I’ll admit that I have social anxiety but from our interactions I thought I got anxiety because I liked him along with the usually butterflies. I thought it was just me but others later on expressed the same thing that he seems unapproachable. Not saying that’s a bad thing at all but it was hard for me to take that initiative when he had this aura like he didn’t want to be bothered. On campus if we’re walking towards each other he would stare me down. I feel like there’s an unspoken rule(for some especially people I knew) when you see someone you know you sort of look everywhere else until you’re close enough to acknowledge each other. He did not do that lol.

That year my laptop would give me problems so I would use the computer lab in the building that we both had classes in. Going there was better than walking all the way to the library. But, I will give him credit that he would approach me and seat to talk while I worked. I very expressive when I talk and here and there I like to add jokes. He was very monotone and didn’t find me hilarious in the slightest. The only time I’ve seen him be expressive is when he was talking about my bsf and how he thought highly of their art. I talk up my bsf all the time, don’t get me wrong, but I’m like damn that’s how I get a smile out of you?

At some point I ended up texting him a long paragraph. It was mostly to clarify if I should continue trying or just give up. Honestly, I was at the point where I would be fine either or. Basically told him I didn’t stop liking him but being in Italy it was too much to think about. This was a lot for me to write to him so I yanno said like please don’t judge me I’m just expressing. Told him I was putting my phone on dnd and if he wanted me to stop talking/approaching him just let me know. Again told me it was fine and he wanted to hangout with me. I think I would’ve rather him tell me that yea like this isn’t going to work. My whole thing was that I was putting myself out there despite my social anxiety and I was frustrated. I’m sure to him and his friends I was probably annoying, crazy, and desperate. After writing that message I realized it was close to Valentine’s Day and was disgusted that I probably looked even more desperate when that was not my intention and I could care less.

But afterwards I stopped going to the computer lab because the interactions were too much. Once in awhile he’d message me with his go to being he’s so tired and busy with classes. I think one time I was disgusted because I said I was tired and he responded dryly it’s only eight. I had classes all day, went straight to work, and worked on assignments. He knew that, once told me I was a trooper, and still tried to downplay how tired I was.

Our conversations fizzled out, his friends would stare at me on campus(to the point that I started wearing sunglasses because it made me anxious), and I’d notice his little comments here and there. I was coming out of a building, the view on each side was blocked by some big hedges, and didn’t see him until I was fully out the door. At that point I didn’t have time to hold it but I heard him saying something smart under his breath about it.

One time at night I was leaving the library. At the same time two of his friends were leaving the gym. The pathway to our campus main building was very wide so I walked on the far right while they walked on the far left. I made it that I walked really slow so we wouldn’t even be in each others peripheral. One of them decided to start walking backwards. His friend wasn’t even in line of vision at that point so made no sense. Then they decided to move to the far right so they were walking slowly in front of me. They finally get to a lamp post and turn so they’re looking at me(as if I was following them). I didn’t even look at them and just walked into a nearby building to get away from them.

Obviously things are going to be seen/interpreted differently from each side. By the time that year ended I felt so anxious and would take out of the way paths on campus to avoid people. I hadn’t felt that way since high school and it was my fault for putting myself in that position.

I’m not saying I’m a saint but later on I was told about things he’d do from people who knew him. It made me look at him differently but realize the things that were said held some weight because I noticed them when we’d talk. Recently my bsf asked why did I even like him and I was like what do you mean you talked him up. Their response was that they probably only had one brief conversation with him and was just basing it off what they heard others say. I was in disbelief lol.

Now I really regret the whole situation all together and wish that I didn’t put myself out there. It’s a lot for me to be both open and vulnerable. I can only speak on myself and take accountability for where I went wrong in our exchanges. But for the remainder of our time at campus we weren’t friends but I tried to keep things pleasant when we did have to interact.

Hello! I (19F) have never posted on Reddit before lol. So here it goes! I go to ASU and I have the best friends in the world. I love them all but I am religious (catholic) and I have no religious friends. I don’t mind having friends that aren’t religious (obv bc all my friends r) but I feel like I don’t have a community to talk to when it comes to my spiritual life.

I try to meet other Christians and they just aren’t really my type of people I guess? Like my life is so different and the way I go about living my life is veryyy different. I am super social I just don’t know who to talk to about this.

I’ve tried going to the campus ministry on campus but everyone is like too religious? Idk if that makes sense. Any advice? I’ll take anything. Like actually anything. 🫶🏼

I have to tell someone… I am sooo attracted to my neighbor. We’re both happily married, but something about his energy/personality/looks has a hold on me!

We live 5 houses apart, have kids in school together, and hang out often in friendly settings so distance is pretty impossible. I would never act on anything and I don’t think he would either but it’s ridiculous how much I’m even considering it! Has anyone dealt with this before? Friendly advice?