Today I was on a walk and the last two years hit me like a tonne of fucking bricks and I just wanted to scream my fucking lungs out.

Long story short was with a guy, who had drug and alcohol use issues. Helped him get sober. While doing so I was engaging with Al-anon and drug and alcohol counselling to make sure I wouldn’t fall out of my own sobriety. We break up when he gets sober because anhedonia, then get back together and take it slow. This whole time it’s all him telling me he loves me he reckons I’d be an amazing wife and mother to his kids, the house we’ll have together, can’t wait to show me the good in the world blah blah he just needs to finish uni. So I help him finish uni. He dumps me and I’m like oh is it because you’ve been sleeping with xxx and he’s like nooooo of course not. A month later they’ve moved in together. 3 months later a mutual friend is like oh they’re getting engaged.

Like, I was an idiot huh. I was a full scale fucking moron. I had a gut feeling 3-4 months before we broke up he was seeing her. He assured me it was never sexual. He couldn’t, that’s his best mates ex, no the distance I feel is because he’s stressed, because I put pressure on him by being there for him and wanting to be with him (again this ass is telling me he loves me and is so grateful for me but also cancelling any plans we make— always an enthusiastic agree then a slow ghost)

Then I head at his work I was referred to as his dog walking fuck buddy. No girlfriend. Dog walking fuck buddy.

And she’s with him because “he’s sober now which means he won’t do his past behaviours.”

She’s known him before I did. When we met he always painted himself as a good Christian boy who was down on his luck and shit would happen to him. Turns out he’s also a man who would sleep with married women, and screw over female friends by date-and-ghosting after sex.

I’m not mad that I’m not with him— looks like a future between him and me would have always ended in flames. I’m furious that I wasted all this energy helping him. The texts I got post break up were him thanking me for changing his life etc how i helped him love and see home self and how i taught him he wasn’t his past. He was just over 100 days sober when we split.

And on the times I’d try to hold him accountable for being sneaky and cruel he’d always hit back with how mean I was how people around him are snakes twisting the narrative— I found out he and xxx were together by being hey girlied by an anon account worried my ex was fucking her over and he and I might still be together and he might be lying about being sober.— basically how dare you send me a mean text! How dare you imply I’m a liar! You don’t understand the love between xxx and I, the situation is so complex!

I just want to grab him by the scruff of the neck and hold him over a map of his life and go: that’s who you are. All of your choices are you. You don’t get to say it’s not you until you’re consistently acting different. Until then be humble and apologise for hurting people with your insatiable desire to feel nothing but pleasure and inability to sit in discomfort only chaos you create to avoid responsibility you absolute child.

His life is everyone bailing him out of his selfish choices kicking him in the head constantly. I just HATE that the lesson he feels he learnt from me is you aren’t your past. Bro I am my past. I’m 13 years sober and still humble to those I hurt when I was in my worst.

I wish he’d stop saying he’s sober and just say he’s not drinking. He’s not sober, he’s still a selfish addict who has cut out one vice and replaced it with another.

I know I’m bitter. I know. It’s an ugly way to be.

Thanks for listening to me rant, there’s so much here I could not include just incase he’d see it, or worse, her. But fuck did I waste too much time trying to make a person into the version he told me he was rather than seeing him for who he was. And that’s on me. I’m the idiot who did that.

Idk if this is triggering; I put the flair in case.

The first time I remember getting kicked out was when I was seven. My parents are missionaries, so we were in a different country.

One night, I was too scared to let him cut my nails; and he wouldn’t let me clip them myself. So he kicked me out of the guesthouse and went to bed. Apart from the fact that we were in a different country and it was night, the guesthouse was in an uninhabited area. The only other person around was the groundskeeper, who was still a bit far away. And the ground had undomesticated dogs to guard it.

I was terrified of dogs, and these ones were large. I was lucky that they didn’t show up. I would have freaked out. After a while, dad let me back in. That wasn’t the only time dad punished me for being scared.

The second time was when I was nine. I couldn’t remember whether I’d touched a switch for the TV (I had been thinking about watching TV, but I didn’t; I just couldn’t recall, not if I’d turned it on, but just if I’d even touched the switch).

Again, we weren’t at home. At least this time we were in my native country, even if I didn’t fluently speak the language. For several days, dad interrogated me. He wouldn’t take “I’m not sure” as an answer.

He hit me, yelled at me, and threatened to isolate me from the seminars we had going on. I think he even talked about letting me come, since they couldn’t leave me alone in the hotel room, but not let me talk to anyone there. Just being cut off from something spiritual would have been extremely shameful for me. One night, when my mom was feeling unwell, he blamed it on me.

At the height of it all, he kicked me out of the hotel room. Crying, I went down the stairs, across the lobby, and into the courtyard before he retrieved me. Recently, I found out he was actually following me, which might explain why no one at the desk interfered.

There might have been other times he kicked me out, but these are the two I remember.

Dad has apologized. I thought we’d moved past it, but he threatened to kick me out again sometime in February. He’s apologized for that too, I think. But when I bring it up, he tries to blame me for him threatening to kick me out or say we haven’t talked about it. This was brought up last a few weeks ago.

In February, I had been pleading with my mom to make a list of chores so that I knew what I was supposed to do and could stick with it. When I was a kid, I wound up doing most of the housework; and dad insisted it was so I learned essential skills. When I grew older, I had fewer chores; but dad would often dump extra work on me last minute, which I didn’t want to be forced into; hence the conversation. I pointed out times that dad had recently messed up on chores, and he threatened to kick me out if I was disrespectful. Granted, he’d been busy and I shouldn’t have criticized him when he does do work and I neglect chores sometimes. But the original context was just me not wanting to take on last minute, extra chores or have him get mad at me if I said no.

Just tired of mfs lol but honestly just wish people were more open to talking rather than go for looks lol haven't felt attractive in awhile (probably just need a haircut) but anyway I really wanna meet a girl or just hang out with someone while I don't have plans with my friends but anyway it's whatever I'm pretty sure a lot of lonely people feel the same

I am proud to say I have indentified the reason behind my love of junk/fast food. I eat it because I feel empty inside; I eat it because I think it will fill a void (which it does, only temporarily.)

I will be at very low point and then think to myself "Oh I bet some fast food will cheer me up, and If I was sipping on a dr pepper right now I would be 10x happier!" Eating my feelings has been something I've been struggling with for awhile. It's almost like a temporary escape from all of your problems. But looking at the number on the scale steadily rising makes me have regrets. (not to mention feeling fat and bloated most of the time.) I also lead a pretty sedentary lifestyle with little to no excercise (Im struggling to find ways to be active with the limited resources I have.) I want to stop, but I feel like it's the only thing making life worth living right now. Currently I feel empty with junk food as a companion, but once I quit i'll just be empty itself (till I find a way to get my happiness back atleast.)

Has anybody else on here been through this before, and if you have do you have any tips to share? Any would be greatly appreciated. Thank you

I (20F) am currently an international student living with my aunt and her family (her husband and her 10-year-old daughter). They are paying for my tuition and make me not pay rent which I am super grateful for.

So in exchange, I help with the house like doing their laundry, changing sheets, mopping, dusting, cleaning, babysitting, doing dishes, making dinner, etc.. I also have 2 jobs at the moment and studying full-time in which I go to uni every 3-4 days.

However, it is hard to not feel tired and just wanting to rest but whenever I try and sit down my uncle would say that I need to help out with the house more even though I keep the house clean before I go to uni or work and come home with it being a mess because he was there the whole day.

My uncle is a nice person but it's just so frustrating trying to tidy up a house that will get trashed in just an hour and it's expected of me to clean it up. I want to rest, I also want to go hang out with my friends, I want to watch on the TV but I can't because they say I'm slacking off and they're not getting their money's worth so I only study, clean, and work.

It's so frustrating and I don't know if it's valid to feel this way. I seriously just want to go home to my home country and this was also against my will but the opportunity here is too great to pass and I just need to feel grateful.

i wonder why i keep trying to keep going when nothing is working. am i really going through a bad period, or is it (diagnosed) depression acting on my brain to make me give up once and for all? i don't know.

So there was a motel I was at; A_ville in NSW, Australia with my mum. My mum had to move out and we went around and around to places to stay for the mean time while my mum invests in housing. We finally settled in a tent, only to hear from my mum that there was a shooting at that same motel. God we were lucky.

I keep hearing this phrase over and over but it’s not true atleast not always. I feel like your taking away from someone being held accountable for their actions by blaming the victim its so stupid. That’s like if I been hit by a car twice does that make it my fault even though I was on the sidewalk? But since it keeps happening apparently I’m doing something wrong. Then it leads me to how people say if women didn’t dress a certain way men wouldn’t try to do something to you. It all falls together and just a load of bs! How about stop being a shitty person to others! Be a decent human being!

So I have this roommate who moved in after me some months later when I first me he was so cool and down to earth I thought I thought I could see myself being friends with him.

Fast forward some months and we had a disagreement so I told him jokingly that my other roommate mooned me and he was eww wow so then we was talking about women and I was like I wouldn’t mind if that was a woman that did that and he says nah ur lying - as if I’m gay but I’m not! Then he says I’m just kidding I believe u like girls lol.

Then after that we start getting into it about little stuff that he does to me that I don’t like and he’ll make me feel bad and blame it on me because of me!

Like he doesn’t take anything serious he annoying immature and does stuff for attention!

What’s y’all thoughts on him acting like this towards me??

This year I had an abortion, I lost my job and I live with my mom and she provides me. I can’t afford therapy no more, and I have drug addiction and prescription addiction

I relapsed for 2 days on concaine and other medications. I’m feeling terrible, lonely and living a lie

I don’t have friends, I don’t want to have another relationship, cause my last one was abusive

I’m tired to study and not find a job

I don’t know what to do, I want to get out from Brazil This abortion took from me many things

I saw how people can be mean and take advantage of a vulnerable woman

People lied to me about the prescriptions and I lost a bunch of money

My baby died and I almost died cause this shitty country don’t have legal abortion

And I don’t have a job

Today my bf and I argued about his sister which is normal for us bc I don't trust her and she's been sabotaging our relationship since we got together. He always defends his sister no matter if shes in the wrong. Anyway after I told him let's agree to disagree and we should just go out and forget it, he said this to me:

"After you suck my peepee, that's your punishment."

Just venting and also noting so that I'll never forget.

I (24F) recently moved to Florida and I have no friends here, so I downloaded Bumble since it has the BFF feature to try and find some friends. Every person I scroll through is absolutely stunning, and unfortunately the only thing that keeps running through my head is that I'm not pretty enough to be friends with them. I know the biggest rule people say when you're insecure is not to compare yourself to other people but I find it impossible not to.

All these girls have perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect makeup, and they're skinny. I have an extremely asymmetrical face, thinning hair, not great at makeup, acne prone skin, and I'm the heaviest I've ever been. I have a horrendous double chin that devastates me every time I see it. I just can't help but think these girls would not wanna be seen with me.

Then it brings me to relationships. I've never been in one before, therefore I've never kissed anyone and I'm a virgin. I go back and forth with how I feel about it, one day I'm embarrassed because a lot of my friends have done all those things and I haven't yet at this age, then the next day I'm content with it because while people tell me they regret who they've lost their virginity to or who they've kissed for the first time, I have comfort in knowing I still have the opportunity to do all those things with the right person for my first time.

But I just feel so damn ugly. I'm really into fashion, but I hate everything I wear because I think I look horrible in everything I wear, even though someone else could wear the same outfit and look great. I want to try and improve my lifestyle and lose weight, but I can't find the discipline to start. I just wish I didn't hate myself and could look at a photo at myself for once and think "Wow, I look really pretty".

I'm 30 (M) with a baby face, slightly overweight but I workout. I'm getting divorced after being cheated on twice, and precious relationship she left for someone else. I'm not ugly by any means but I have 0 success on dating apps, without a single like and there nothing I can do about it. Just sucks, and making friends now is difficult.

I am 24M, i think i maybe way to pure for my age, most of my life was isolated and sheltered not very social, i became social during uni but got hit hard after graduating, i was a good kid in terms of mannerisms and academicly, the way i think is always described as pure or child like, way to simple and way too good.

i always think of people in good light which makes it hard reading how people actually are, i get hit hard each time someone acts unexpectedly or says something hurtful to me, i cant handle anything bad said to me from close people.

I get treated like a child because i am way to agreable and way to simple (i dont really want anything )

i have a hard time thinking what i actually want in life i feel like i do what i think would be good not necessarily something i want i am discplined in simple things that like working out,taking care of myself and focusing on my job (maybe because i am not bothered by anything i want because i dont want anything really), i work my family buisness with my uncle for a couple of years now, i always see the same people, short interactions with diffrent people we work with. all the people around me were good people most of my life, i cant handle drama at all in relationships, cant make conversations, i am quiet, like a child liking a toy,i always simplify everything, nothing is a problem,everything is workable, i dont know how to be better do i try to be as bad as possible for a period in my life so i balance thing out later,how do i become mature, my childhood and teens and early 20s were lukewarm,no spice no nothing, i am sucessful on paper but im not sure im happy being me

For years, I can’t believe I used to beat myself up, feel anxious, upset, and discouraged because I was labeled as a "problem" at work. But now, looking back, I see that being called a problem actually means I stand by my beliefs and advocate for myself and others. I work in an extremely toxic environment where management bullies employees, plays favorites, takes sides, and looks for any reason to get people in trouble and fire them. I've had multiple confrontations with supervisors who believed they could speak to me disrespectfully, mistreat others, and bully without consequence. But I made sure to stand up for myself and others. This year has taught me an invaluable lesson: stay true to yourself. Hold on to your morals and beliefs, and don’t let those around you manipulate you into doubting that what you stand for isn’t for the greater good. I can go to sleep peacefully at night knowing that I’m not an evil hearted person.

Went to my little sister who I’m super close with asking if there’s any part of my body I need to improve and gain weight in. She said everything looks fine to her. Then my lazy, fat, out of shape older sister jumped in the convo saying my arms need to be bigger then said even my legs are small but it’s ok I don’t need to kick people. I asked my little sister because she understands my weight journey and knows I go off to bootcamp in 2 months so I can’t gain too much otherwise with my high metabolism those first couple of weeks will be painful not having the same calorie intake. It’s just funny seeing my older sister who I honestly don’t like (no one in my family does) basically tell me my limbs are small and go on a whole rant about it. She’s 29 and so out of shape she worries about getting diabetes because she eats nothing but junk food, yet had to lecture me entirely on my body when I didn’t ask her lol. I’ve gained about 30 pounds of muscle since my start as I’m 6’4 with long limbs and a super fast metabolism so it isn’t as simple, not like she’d know considering she’s easily the most out of shape person in our entire family but whatever. Just funny she had to chime in and talk about my weight when I didn’t ask her. She’s 29 and moved back in with us because she can’t hold a job and has nothing going for her life and lately we’ve all been feeling stuck with her. She felt the sense that she messed up and left the room, but I’m so tired of her presence honestly. Anyway, I’m just sucking up her bs and keeping calm until I leave for bootcamp in 2 months, but honestly this is the moment where she’s genuinely dead to me

The person is 17 and my friend is 13. It's an online thing, and apparently they dated before (I don't know when since this is a new friend). But my friend has been talking about their ex a lot, and they sent me messages of their texts while the person was saying very inappropriate things, such as "I'm going to finger you" or talking about how they're masturbating. TO A 13 YEAR OLD. My friend isn't seeing that there's something wrong with it, and they've been asked for nudes too. (they haven't sent any thankfully.)  

My mother and father have never been the loving types. She kept secrets and reserved her affection, worrying it would turn me into a weak man. He usually has a default state of disappointment, followed by a pat on the back and a, "what's next?" when we succeeded.

The rest of my family is a shitshow and regularly fighting with each other or us. My sister was basically the only person on Earth I could go to as we both kind of bonded over our chaotic upbringing. After recent events though, I've been too much for her and she's become cold and distant.

Speaking of recent events, I made a bunch of friends toward the end of the whole Covid fiasco. One of those friends became my first ever GF. I was absolutely smitten over her and for some reason she thought I was incredibly attractive. The first 2 years were absolute bliss. I would've done anything for her; she was my everything. She seemed genuinely happy too.

Then half a year later she started partying way more, dressing more scantily, and evidently cheated on me. A number of times. With some of those "friends" I made. She then broke up with me and ran off with one of the guys in the friendgroup. A bodybuilder. I proceeded to learn more and more about the many things friends in the group did not tell me about, and how nearly every guy in the group pursued her at least once.

Today, I have no real friends left. I have two semi-friends. I had 5 semi-friends until about 3 months ago when, one by one, they would ghost me after I reached out to make plans like we'd been for months. I guess I just got too much for them. One of my semi-friends still parties with the ex's friend group from time to time, so I'm not sure how long I'm going to let that friendship last. The other semi-friend very clearly only uses me as an empty vessel to talk at, not talk to. The other day they completely ignored a text I'd sent hours ago and sent, "Want to go to bars?" because they're feeling bad over a GF.

Two of my closer friends killed themselves. Both over a girl doing nearly the same thing to them that happened to me.

My manager and coworkers put on the classic corporate "song and dance" of being friendly and happy to hang with me, but, I can tell it's all BS. It's similar to how some people treated me in HS. Pretended to be my friends because they recognize I have some skill that is useful to them, then laugh whenever the notion of actually hanging out is mentioned. Right now I just work hard to get promotions then fuck off back home.

Speaking of HS, that was Hell too. None of this stuff is new to me. Friends were only friends with me because I helped their club grow or could help them with homework. Teachers made fun of me. Students made fun of me. The classic prank played on basically just me from elementary school to HS was for one of the more attractive girls to come up, ask me out, then the whole group would lose their minds laughing when I said, "yes". As if the weird kid being interested in love was just hilarious.

It actually kept me from my first ever date when one of the girls close to me asked me what I'd do if she asked me to take her to the Senior dance and I brushed it off assuming it was a prank. Her friends later were mad at me for rejecting her and she spent the night miserable with some guy she said, "yes" to at the last minute.

I literally have no one. Most people say they have no one while ignoring the people that care about them in their lives. I don't. I have two semi-friends. My parents, sister, and rest of my semi-friends have all receded away.

My fyp knows my exact demo and pushes exactly what you'd expect to my page. Single guy lifestyle videos. One of the common ones is a "Her if bro passed:" and shows his GF moving on, then "Me if bro passed:" and a man visiting a grave for years. A lot of "bros being bros" content. Thing is, I'm so flawed even the algorithms can't get it right. I don't have bros. I've never had bros. The most I've ever had in life was a woman who, I think for a time, loved me. That was the peak of my life.

I've given up on people at this point. I've tried time and time again and have been shown in every way imaginable that it's just not worth it. These days, I just hit the gym, increase the number of plates I'm hitting, abuse caffeine, diet rigorously, run my business, go to work, and do my chores. Each night I just stare into the depths of my cold white walls looking for the meaning of it all if people are just cruel creatures, incapable and unworthy of trust.

Four months ago I started hanging out once a month (as friends) with a guy from college who I haven’t seen in almost 10 years. Back in college he asked me to be his gf but I rejected him and that cooled down our semi-friendship. This time he didn’t show any romantic interest and I was happy to reconnect with him.

Last Monday I asked him to go together to a cool art event that was happening on Wednesday, but he said he was traveling to a famous place in my country and would not make it. On Friday, he posted a photo on Instagram of his marriage proposal to his girlfriend at the famous place I mentioned. A girlfriend he never told me about, not even once. Not even when he said he was traveling. I never asked him if he was dating someone because I was afraid this will give the wrong impression that I wanted to know his availability. But I still think he might just mention it; I don’t believe it’s irrelevant information at all. He is reserved on social media, so I wouldn’t have known unless he told me.

I am shocked and weirded out by his behavior. My guy friends do always mention their girlfriends or dates when we hang out, as it comes out naturally from conversation. But this guy didn’t do it.

After seeing that Instagram post, I have decided to cut off all contact with him. Please note that I’m not jealous, I’m confused as to why he would not even mention something so important as the fact that he had a girlfriend.

I don’t think this was normal behavior.

TL;DR: Guy I was hanging out with as friends never mentioned his girlfriend to me, and I learnt about her when he suddenly posted a photo on Instagram of his marriage proposal.

Men say this as if other men walk around with “I’m an asshole” written on their foreheads. Then they turn around and start whining about how women are entitled gold diggers and whores. And you know what I say to that? Pick better women next time. Because it sounds like their own problem. Lmao 🤣😈

no matter what i (f23) do. hair freshly washed, straightened or in braids, in a bun, it never looks good. took a shower, i still feel stinky. i dont think i can dress well. i have a pear/hourglass shaped body and good proportions and normal bmi but most clothes don’t suit my body, likely cuz i’m somewhat skinnyfat and idk if i dress well. i feel like i look like a clown with makeup and like a zombie without. even when i put on scented body oil, perfume and also a scented oil roller, all with matching scents, exfoliate my body chemically or with a scrub, i still feel like i look disgusting. i feel super cold when im still but once i start moving (usually walk somewhere) i get super hot so i have to take off my jacket, walk around in a tshirt even when it’s super cold outside which also makes me look super weird. i do my skincare, brush my teeth, floss, i feel disgusting. even my personality, im just not "put together" as in im super lost and often don’t know what’s going on, quiet in group settings, if i talk it’s nonsense and i got a child like attitude which throws people off too. i’m so tired of myself

Could you imagine your partner leaving you and his very own son, to live with his family? Then, he puts them before his own freaking son? Yes, family is important but they don’t come before your family that you created. So freaking f*cked up.

Am I crazy for thinking this way? I thought your new family comes before anyone, including your extended family? Am I dumb?

When was the last time you actually felt happy? I genuinely haven’t felt happy in so long that I don’t truly know what it feels like. I always just feel numb/neutral everyday.

so my parents are in the middle of a divorce and my birthday was yesterday, my mum has been looking for houses but my dad wont pay her any money, my dad promised to be home for my birthday but he didnt and wont be home for the party either. It was a milestone birthday so it hurt so bad but my mum said that my dad isnt paying her the money she should be getting and he is going away for 6 weeks at a time. He just stopped giving a shit about me and my siblings but me especially bc im the only daughter. I used to be so close to him and I want him back, Im so fucking scared he is going to run off with another woman and leave me. Im so depressed I feel like my mums therapist please fucking help me someone

this is difficult for me to be this vulnerable, but whatever.

preface:

i was drinking and smoking, and i played a chess match with my roommate, and he played a couple moves that didn't add up to me. it's like he started doing 2 moves during the last two turns that i looked away. the first time, i said, "i don't remember you doing that. are you messing with me?". he insisted that he didn't, and i apologized. after the second time, i said, "alright, maybe i'm too drunk to play. let's pick it up next time."

he was smoking and possibly drinking before the game as well, but i think that my roommate was cheating to either get out of a game with me (because i'm too boring to hang out with), or he wanted to do it just because he thinks i'm too stupid to realize that he's cheating (or both). on the other side, what if i'm just too intoxicated to remember? maybe, he's telling the truth, and i'm just mistaken. except, to me, i'm too confident in certain aspects of myself to admit that as any more than a possibility.

i'm split between two options, which are as follows:

1. i'm just a fuck up that no one wants to be around, like someone who's boring or someone who's rude without knowing it. expecting someone to tell me when i say or do something wrong (because i'm too straightforward), when they really just decide stay silent and hate me. why they would hate me, i don't know for certain. it could be anything, like, maybe there's something wrong with me that makes me unable to see just WHAT i myself am doing wrong, or maybe i'm seen as lesser than they are. maybe, i'm just stupid.

in this scenario, they all hate me, make fun of me, and only keep me around out of pity/entertainment. if this is the case, then i should just give up.

2. it's the MOST likely answer---i am unwell. i'm just completely insane. i have schizophrenia or very early onset dementia, or something like that. i think that everybody hates me, makes fun of me, or takes advantage of me, so i push them away. if i could 100% identify this as reality, maybe i could strive for a goal and become better. however, there's no way to he certain on anything.

in this scenario, since i can't be sure, and it'll probably only get worse, then i should just give up.

what reason is there to keep going? where's the positive?

Hy am a male 19. Recently i tried drugs with a friend. It did go well but I wanted more and more. Bc I hate this life always the same bullshit Every single time things got better go worser 2x

And a hour of 5 ago i tried to off myself with xtc ( 1g of pure mdma in total dont ask me what i was thinking bc idk eather i just took them ) And i lost my shit on a friend who was also tried to kill himself.

And i never lost my shit usually am a calm good hearted person but not anymore. Im really scared of myself I wanna isolate myself shit got way out of hand.

genuinely one of the most miserable situations to be in, your ears constantly feel full, you get severe stabbing pain non stop (dont even THINK about touching your ear unless youre a massochist), you can barely hear shit, every day you are just waiting for the sweet release of death to end your miserable suffering and constant pain

Everybody talks about how no contact is vital informing a lasting relationship. I don’t understand that shit. I think it’s important to have privacy and boundaries but if you’re already in an a relationship, why do you have to have a no contact stage out of nowhere where you suddenly disappear from their life for weeks or months once you hit the 6 month or one year point? I’ve heard that if you don’t do that they’re guaranteed to get bored of you and your relationship is doomed.

Maybe I work differently from other people. Maybe there’s something wrong with me psychologically but if somebody did that to me, it would stress me out. I’ve heard that men in particular find this extremely attractive and it’s the only way to get a man to respect you.

I don’t get that. I think it’s obnoxious. To be honest if a man does that to me it’ll make me like him less. Especially if he comes running back with an explanation that makes no sense at all. I don’t understand neurotypicals.

I don’t like it when someone is all up in my business all the time because sometimes I have things to do like work on projects for college or go to work. I do like a little bit of personal space. But if I’m with someone and they just randomly ghost me out of the blue, all that’s going to do is piss me off and make me think they don’t like me.

Considering how much that screws with my head, I’d never play games like that with another person. I’ve been told by every dating coach I’ve ever met is why I’m going to die alone and why my partner is guaranteed to cheat on me in the future . All because I wouldn’t do something to another person that I wouldn’t want done to me. God I really am defective aren’t I?

I’ve always considered myself a big animal lover, but over the past couple years, I’ve come to have a bad attitude towards dogs. So many dogs are just so poorly trained and rude, and I know it’s the owner’s responsibility to train them, but the fact that it’s their nature to just be so annoying and destructive drives me crazy. I have two cats and they’re just so much more mellow and respectful, and I didn’t have to train them to be that way! Sure they can be naughty and do regularly get the zoomies, but overall my home is just so much more clean and peaceful with only cats in it. How do people genuinely deal with dogs and how psycho they can be?? Not only that, but dogs REEK and tend to make such a mess. I am someone who gets overwhelmed easily and dogs always manage to overstimulate me. My cats are just so gentle, sweet, and peaceful to live with. I don’t wanna be a dog hater because I used to enjoy them more, but it feels like they’re just too much for me these days and I’ve started viewing them negatively because of some of their natural behaviors. And don’t get me started on the barking 😭 especially the little yappy ones that quite literally never shut up. How can anyone live with that 😭. I used to dream about having my own dog, but I fear I am fully a cat person now. And for the record, I grew up in a family that raised service dogs and had a couple of our own as well. I loved working with the dogs when I was younger but just can’t stand them anymore.

I am sick of trying, I am sick of being alive, i am sick of everything why is it so damn brutal to find any out there on this planet that honestly doesn't lie, ghost and just stick by you? it makes me think none of this is worth it I would be better off dead because none of this is worth and i just keep getting hurt by everyone...