I don't know how I should start but I'm 27M and I'm struggling to fight each day with my thoughts of ending my life because of something horrible that I did to my workmate, 24M. I know I deserve to be punished and I'm guilty of it. It gets worse everyday. And I'm afraid I can no longer hold myself from actually doing it. I can't bring myself to tell it to my family and friends.

My workmate knew what I did. He became problematic at work because of what happened. But he did not confront me about it not until I talked to him after I noticed something's changed. He said it wasn't easy for him as we were good friends before that. He trusted me and I broke it. I cried in front of him after realizing what I did was so horrible. I told him that I'm very sorry for what I did and I told him that I will quit work so he could continue as I knew he also needed the job. I also told him to report what happened to the authorities as I would be willing to surrender myself. He said he could get nothing from reporting me to the authorities and that he wasn't angry. He just doesn't want to have to do anything with me anymore. He prefers that we'd just finish our contracts for the job and go on separate ways after. He said that I must face what I did and quitting work is not the way to do it. A lot others will be affected if we just quit our jobs immediately and he doesn't want to burden anyone just because of what happened. I felt so guilty that after that conversation, I wanted to jump off the building. The feeling of fear prevented me that day from doing so. I wasn't able to sleep for days but we still continued working though we'd try to avoid each other as much as possible.

I thought the situation would get better after that conversation. However, weeks passed and I feel more anxious everyday. The feeling of guilt grows and I've lost the will to live. Nothing matters anymore and it feels like I no longer knew myself. Every night I cry hoping to understand why I have done it and why did it have to happen to me. I tried to survive each day trying to find reasons to keep on living but what haunts me always from the moment I wake up till I close my eyes at night. The thought that I really need to pay something for what I've done or give it justice haunts me everyday. I never had peace and I think I'll never have it not until I end my life.

This is by far the biggest problem that I have encountered with my life. And I really do not know if ending my life would be the best thing to do. There's still a part of me wanting to live but I just don't know how I should go on with it.

A friend of mine, who was a semi famous actress, kept borrowing money from me and not paying it back. One day she called me begging to borrow money and I told her she would have to send nudes for me to ever lend her money. She’s hot AF! She sent a topless pic. Since then she’s sent hundreds of pics and videos.

Hi,

I’m struggling to heal from a deep wound, one that I can't seem to move beyond. The trauma of being violated has left a mark on me that I relive, over and over, despite wanting nothing more than to leave it behind. Sometimes, I feel trapped in a cycle of sadness and pain, unable to break free from the memories that linger. I wish I could let go and move forward, but the weight of it keeps pulling me back. I’m trying to find a way to heal, to feel whole again, but the journey is difficult, and some days feel heavier than others.

I once met a really cute guy randomly. He hit on me at a Starbucks in line. He offered to buy me my drink so I figured I’d at least talk to him for a bit

He asked me what I did for work. I told him I was a waitress/server. I actually was. But I got nervous and lied and said I worked at hooters because i thought he’d find it impressive

We kept in touch and he kept asking when I was working so he could come in and see me. I made up so many excuses. Eventually just lied and told him I got fired from there

He never found out the lie so I guess I still won haha

Throwaway for obvious reasons. I have a folder of her on my phone with videos and photos, I find myself on there at least once a day.

I know I should technically delete them and move on but I just can’t bring myself to do so. In them she’s wearing all kinds of lingerie, dancing in the shower all soaped up, videos of her flashing me (in private stalls located in public spaces).

During our relationship she would frequently send me nudes and tease me over text, and looking at these videos make me miss her body. It’s insane, because personality wise she’s extremely demanding and spoiled, which led to our breakup, but I can’t help but feel attached to the images I have.

Bonjour à tous,

Je me sens vraiment perdue face à ce que je ressens, et j'ai besoin de partager mon histoire, car je ne sais plus vers qui me tourner. Il y a quelque temps, j’ai été victime d’un acte horrible dont le viol qui a été extrêmement douloureux pour moi, mais même après ce qu’il m’a fait, je n’arrive pas à cesser de penser à lui. Une partie de moi continue de ressentir des émotions positives envers lui, et cela me perturbe beaucoup. Ces sentiments contradictoires m'empêchent de tourner la page, et je me sens bloquée, incapable de savoir comment avancer.

J’aimerais savoir si quelqu'un a déjà vécu des émotions aussi confuses après une expérience aussi difficile, et s’il existe des moyens pour surmonter cela. Vos conseils ou votre soutien seraient vraiment précieux pour moi. Merci de me lire avec bienveillance.

I'm looking for the right places to get a massage

Long story short, we just could not be more different these days. We met when we were 13 @ school. He became a full blown family man, already has 2 kids, the third is on his way and he is currently jobless trying to scrape whatever he can. His wife is crazy witch and I do not vibe with her at all. She does not work and all she does is moaning, scrolling on her phone and "taking care of kids". He constantly tries to figure out my finances so that he can borrow money and all he talks about is his wifey, kids and lack of money.

Me on the other hand enjoy my days of freedom living alone, single, focusing on my closest family. I recently started a business and things are going good. I have dealt with physical and mental health issues since I was 20 and these days I just enjoy the fact that for the first time in my adult life I am & feel healthy. Hopefully soon wealthy as well.

There is no sour taste in my mouth, like I hinted, they were only draining me tbh. Constantly pouring out their negativity on me, looking for solutions that I can't provide. They do not seem that happy and I know in my heart they think I am weird, just because I have said plainly to them that I have no intention to have kids ever. I am perfectly straight and love great women, I just do not understand why should I have kids in this day and age. There is simply too much for me to do, learn and explore and kids do not mix with this well.

There I said it, thanks for reading, I guess I am now officially without a single friend in my life. He has been the last guy around. Surprisingly, I feel great about it, like something heavy just came off my shoulders. Freedom is the best! Hopefully soon I can find people like me, who enjoy their freedom and working on themselves. Might as well get a dog finally!

J'AI BESOIN D'AIDE ET DE CONSEIL Ca fait maintenant 5 ans que c'est mon meilleur ami. Lors de notre première année d'amitié il m'avait avoué qu'il aimait les hommes mais jusque là tout va bien. Sauf que lors de notre 3eme année d'amitié j'ai commencé à avoir des sentiments pour lui. Mais comme je savais qu'il n'était pas attirer par les femmes, j'ai gardé cela pour moi. Le problème? C'est que j'ai des doutes s'il a des sentiments pour moi. Je vais vous donner des exemple : -un jour quand on discutait sur Snap il m'a envoyé d'un coup un message avec une écriture bizarre "Melɔ̃ wò ŋutᴐ". Lorsque je lui ai demandé ce que cela voulait dire il m'a dit " je sais pas, cherche" lorsque j'ai trouvé la traduction (langue : éwé) cela disait je t'aime tellement. Quand je lui ai envoyé la traduction il m'a dit " c'est une fille en vacances qui me l'a écrit sur un bout de papier" je lui ai donc demandée " bah du coup comment t'as pu écrire ces lettres sur ton téléphone ?" et il me répond "avec Google traduction" et il m'a avoué qu'il connaissait la traduction mais je ne me suis pas attarder sur la question puisque je pensais qu'il plaisanter.

• Lorsqu'on faisait un action ou vérité par message il m'a posé une question bizarre "est ce que tu penses que je te kiffe ?" Je lui ai dit" c'est quoi cette question ?" Et il m'a répondu "une question"

Lorsque je lui ai dit non il m'a répondu "😕"

Donc je ne sais pas quoi faire vous aurez des conseils 🙏

Why did I believe a con man. Why would I think he was human or specixal. He is just words that circle and spin on axis that have little to no value. He is a trickster and thief who lies .. pretends and uses people for chip bags and sim cards. Why did I think he couldn't actually be a real human when his hands have taken things something irreplaceable things from unsuspecting children of God. A sweetheart scam they call it. When a prisoner decided to take anything you offer or anything you don't offer. What a betrayal from a damn near 50 ur oldan who has only taken throughput his whole exaistance. But the snake you are without handing ur slither. One day the snake gets devastated by life ends.

We are in a burnout and depression epidemic and yet I keep hearing people who want experiences to "give them energy". That is simply retarded, ok?

First of all, activities demand energy, they don't give it. Your adrenaline is burned into energy. Which will exhaust you at some point. I do believe in positive experiences, they can make you feel better.

But you probably got in this situation because you always wanted to do too much. You want to do everything, never miss out, you drive too much, you use too many toxins, you use too much physical energy, care too much about meaningless stuff and work, you eat like shit and you take harmful medicine to keep going. All so you can do activities you think will "give you" energy.

Have you considered saving energy? Have you considered living healthy and toxin free? Have you considered exercise and sleep? All things people skip on. And it is hypocritical, and makes me not care about anyone with burnout. They are all on the wrong track.

By the way, you do all these "energizing activities", pulling other people around you into the grave. No this loud music does not giving me energy. No this busy schedule is not giving me energy. I don't want to be near you and your hopeless situation.

You drain energy from other places, that is all you do, so you can lift yourself up. Stop doing that. Now you are nagging that you have to prepare for the activity that "gives you energy". You're draining me. You're draining yourself. All for what, a bit of extra money you will waste on things that will make you even unhealthier. F off.

I’m at a loss for words, someone who was genuinely a perfect match for me slipped through my fingers because I am a dumb, weak man.

I can’t even explain how empty I feel now they are gone and it’s all my fault.

I hope they are happy without me. They deserve nothing but best, but I can’t help but think about what might have been

It is just a weight off my chest, I guess. Months ago, a new colleague came aboard, and in a casual conversation, he brought up his love of bird watching. I wanted to build rapport and make a nice impression so I told him it was one of my hobbies, too. The thing is, I don't have the faintest idea about it.

Since then, he's been so excited to share bird watching stories, invite me to trips, and even discuss specific birds. I've been googling frantically and making up stories to keep up the ruse. It's gotten to the point where I'm feeling incredibly guilty and stressed every time he brings it up. I want to come clean, but I'm worried about hurting his feelings or making things awkward at work.

How to get out of this mess politely? Can anybody else imagine a more daunting situation?.

I am trying to force myself to fall in love with someone because the person I love keeps hurting me day in day out. Sometimes I feel like I am doing wrong to the person I am trying to fall in love with.

Excuse my grammar. My partner and I both 31. We about to be 3 years together and I can’t keep going with this relationship. She a compulsive lair who doesn’t care about nobody’s feelings and she got some narcissistic traits. At the beginning everything was good but over time I started to see a pattern. Now I can’t talk to her without thinking that everything she saying it a lie. I want to leave but unfortunately my financial situation is terrible (working really hard to fix it) I don’t have friends thanks to her and my closest family members won’t be able to help. I was thinking about going to a shelter but with the time restrictions they got I won’t be able to go to work. At the moment my stress level and anxiety are really bad. I can’t eat and I can’t sleep for more than 3 hours. Thanks for letting me said all this

I just stole a bottle of alcohol in my work uniform (i know stupid) and a chill seeming young dude employee saw me and said to me “ay bro that’s it? you shoulda got more”. he also was saying “shove it down bro” when i was putting the bottle in my pants, y’all think he will report me? am i cooked?

This is a kinda funny story but when I was a 6th grader I went on a vacation with my parents and some extended family members during the holidays and we spent a total of 2 weeks just enjoying ourselves.

As 6th graders we got some homework to complete during the holiday season and the teacher who gave us the task was the scariest teacher of the entire school, and I didn't complete the work so the day before the school was supposed to open we were supposed to come back and I was so petrified for not completing the work that I thought of jumping from the moving train so I could be saved from the teacher's wrath but I chickened out of course.

Later on I missed a week of school, an exam, faked being ill the whole week just so I wouldn't have to face the teacher but still didn't think of completing the work.

Yeah I was that much of a scaredy cat and pathetic, haven't told anyone about it.

Idk if I have a mental health disorder, but my mood swings have always been horrible. Without meds the littlest things that normal people would get over bother me to the point where I'm suicidal. What meds help with this? I'm switching from prozac to zoloft in a couple of days once the prozac is out of my system. I hope I can find something that will help.

M23. I genuinely dislike all of my friends. Most are from childhood. I think they are horrible people and hate being around them. I’m not super confrontational and cutting them off feels terrifying and difficult and lonely so I’ll probably just suffer idk.

I know, I'm a little shit and I need to grow up, lol. I'm too old for that, but it was Halloween, and i thought i might as well have some fun. It was funny because my friends kept screaming the most random shit 😂. We weren't rude, and we didn't destroy anything, though. I think it's just funny and a little stupid, lol.

Edit: The goof troop has arrived, and they are spam disliking my post 💀💀 oh no, my reddit updoots1!1! What shall I ever do?!1?!1?

Fucking morons

I'm pretty sure u/mumtaz2004 is making accounts to dislike my posts. It's pretty ironic that you're telling me to grow up. Meanwhile, you're making accounts to dislike my post 🤡 don't worry. I'll be reporting your account for harassment.

2 years ago a former boss of mine, let’s call her Linda, recommended me for a position as a teller at the bank where she had began working. I interviewed, got the job and absolutely loved it.

A little less than a year in, Linda decided that she was moving away with her husband and resigned. Before going she recommended me for her position (essentially akin to head teller/assistant branch manager) even though there were quite a few other girls who had been there longer. I was still growing comfortable in my hired position and wasn’t sure I wanted a managerial role and I said as much to Linda, but she told me that I should take it even if I didn’t feel ready because I’d grow into the role.

Linda’s advice paired with the desire for a guaranteed 40 hours a week (my former position was part time with only a guaranteed 30 hours a week) lead me to accept the position.

It’s a year later and I regret taking the position. I do love parts of it. I still love my coworkers and doing schedules and the administrative side of things but I absolutely loathe being in charge. I don’t like leading meetings or having to be the one making decisions. Most of all I hate how it feels that three of the girls that have more experience than me would have been so much better at my job. One of them was offered the job ahead of me but turned it down and the other two didn’t get along with the branch manager so she didn’t think a partnership with them would be great for branch morale.

I wish I had turned the position down. The money is nice, but the stress is not. I don’t feel like I could step down as all the positions below me are currently filled so I’d probably have to go to another branch which I wouldn’t like because a) I love my coworkers and b) I would have to go to another town to work. I also feel like I can’t step down because it would let down my current boss, Linda, and a few of my coworkers who have my back.

If you read this far, thank you. I just really needed to tell someone. I don’t know if I just need more time to get used to being a leader or if I’m just straight up not cut out for it. It feels ungrateful to even admit I regret seizing an opportunity, but that’s where I am.

Every day when I get home I just get in bed, eat, and use my phone for the rest of my time. When I don't have school or don't have anywhere to do, I just lay there and rot in bed. I'm not sure if it's a mental thing or an energy thing, since I have an autoimmune disease. I have pretty low stamina and can only comfortably stay standing in the same spot for like three minutes before wanting to sit down. And I'm not fat or anything either, I just don't have any energy at all. I don't like the friends I have very much. And before you say "make other friends" I can't. I am particularly dependent on my friends. The rest of the kids are my grade are far, far worse than the people I call "friends". I can't really make any friends out of school either. So it's either I stay with them, or I don't have anyone else. And I prefer the prior. The reason I don't really like them is that even though they're nice to me, they make these sarcastic passive aggressive comments (to which I've asked them to stop multiple times) like for example "oh she reminds me of Gina Linetti" and one of my friends replies with "don't insult Gina like that" while laughing. I'm fucking tired all the time. I go home and rot in bed. I'm getting horrible grades (which I'm going to work on) and I'm fucking touch starved. I feel uncomfortable whenever someone like my mom or my grandmother goes for a hug but don't have the heart to ask them to stop. And ive honestly got no idea what my interests are.

Never had Halloween before …..was at my window washing dishes , didn’t have my glasses on , saw this very large animal past the window ,,, I almost shit my pants . I’ve never seen an animal so large before…turns out it was a kid in a dinosaur costume…. I can’t believe I almost called animal control on a kid

Resulta que ando en una relación 3 años y ella menor que yo. Cómo toda relación están sus altibajos y sus cosas buenas. El problema es que ella antes de conocerla ella tenía algunos vicios lo cual dejo por mi, lo ví como algo de mejorar, pero últimamente sus cada que tenemos un problema se hace daño, o trata de tomar medicamentos, algo así como una sobredosis, lo que pasa q cada q peleamos ella se lo dice a sus amigos y pues no le veo nada malo es normal recibir un consejo. Pero a ella la incitan a tomar marihuana, todo eso q hace olvidar, ella me lo comentó hace días y yo no estoy de acuerdo en eso por que soy una persona que no le gusta que las personas se tiren así la, vida por así decirlo le dije que no estába de acuerdo y que si tomaba una decisión que después no se arrepienta. No sé si soy muy sobre protector, solo quiero q no se arrepienta de sus decisiones ¿algún consejo q me puedan decir?

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Well, here goes..

I spent my first 18 years of my life never being far from one or both of my parents. When I was granted permission to go to school in another country, I was filled with fear and.. curiosity.

When I arrived to the country I would be studying in, it was rather hard to meet people, but with some perseverance I managed to create a small little group of amazing friends.

My confession? I like boys, But, im fearful of what might happen. Too many "what ifs" to worry about when trying to concentrate on school. So, I started posting pictures of myself on reddit, and then I found a sub where they let you post audios of erotic moments.

So while I still feel incredibly shy about boys in general, the compliments have been overwhelmingly positive. I'm getting more confident with my appearance, and my ability to talk to boys without wanting to crawl into a hole to hide my shyness.

I have found this to be a nice little awakening, while still keeping myself safe, and worry-free.

Slow and steady.

(thank you for letting me vent)

Hi everyone, this story is wild in my opinion. Imo i have a good body since I go to the gym every day. My best friend, who has a crush on me hosted his birthday party two weeks ago, and I told him that he will get his gift later in the evening. A few hours passed, we all got drunk and my best friend came up to me and asked me what my gift was for him. I winked at him, took his had and put it on my boobs, then did the same on my ass. He was flabbergasted at first, then i gave a kiss on his cheek. He told me to follow him as he wanted to show me something. He took me to his bedroom and pulled his pants down. I saw his big dick having a boner. I accepted it and we fucked for like 20minutes which was awesome not gonna lie. He stretched my pussy so badly. But here comes the twist, because I have a boyfriend who doesn’t know anything about that. Then we went back to continue partying. When everyone was leaving I asked him if I could stay, so we fucked the whole night again. When we woke up I told him that I dont know if there could be anything between us besides friendship, but I dont know what to do since I do like him really. And he has a huge dick too… and good at the bed so badly.

Long story short, we were leaving our class, I (18m) opened the door and let this girl go out first and she smiled and thanked me and idk I've been thinking about that for hours, it was probably the first time in years someone thanked me irl

I feel like a degenerate

People often describe me as overly-protective and people-pleasing. This behavior became even stronger after I struggled with mental health and was heartbroken, because the person I loved did not love me back. At the time I had a friend who I would frequently hang out with. He did not know about any of this and he was always a bit touchy. I did not react to it at first, but after all that happened I gave in and it quickly turned into some type of situationship. I was not attracted to him as he's just not my type, but I couldn't say no or tell him how I truly felt. He was just too happy with the way things were and I did not want to hurt or disappoint him. It reached a peak when I slept with him and essentially forced myself through it. That was my first time having sex and the only things I remember are making him happy and feeling the pain of forcing myself to do that. I felt absolutely horrible afterwards. As if I sold my body and somehow raped myself. Our hang outs became purely sexual and I feel bad for not being honest to him. I would often ask him where this is going and he would reply with something like 'I don't know, but lets just see where it goes.'. Every time we would meet was a time I would cry afterwards. Often would I try to convince myself that I do love him or that this is better than telling him the truth, because he is happy when we are together. It all came to an abrupt stop a few months ago, when I had a mental breakdown and had suicidal thoughts again. This made me realize that its only a matter of time until my mental issues become too obvious to hide and imagining the pain that would cause him pushed me to stop the relationship. The way I did it was awful. I wrote him a huge text where I told him that I am struggling with mental health and need to stop things before I start to really hurt him. We had a little chat via text later were we further talked about it, but we did not have contact since. He deserved a face-to-face conversation, but I was so full of shame and emotions that I did not think I could mentally handle that.

I am such an awful person. I feel like I played with his love, with his emotions and then just let everything go up into flames. I have cut off contact to a lot more people now as I fear my crazy antics might cause more harm. I'm no longer worthy of love or any type of relationship. I hate what I did with my body and how I gave my virginity to someone I did not even love. I hate my body, I engage in self-harm and hate looking in the mirror. This started about 8 months ago and ended like 3 months ago. I've started university since then and have no clue what he does now. I hope he is fine. I hope he hates me just as much as I hate myself. I don't deserve any comfort, any love or anything good happening to me. He is a victim of my craziness and I wish he finds a woman who is actually worthy of his character. There are no justifications or excuses for my behavior.

I wasn’t really sure where to find this info on Google so I figured I’d come here. I’m in a research class and we have a draft proposal due Sunday. My professor is more worried about the use of AI and using any websites to help you write it (which I didn’t because we have previous assignments we submitted that literally built the draft for you) than actually giving instructions on how to complete the assignment. In part of the instructions she says, “You cannot use any form of artificial intelligence and you cannot "”run”” your proposal through an electronic dictionary or thesaurus checker as it will create an electronic footprint”. Is this true? I want to copy what I have in put it in Grammerly but now I’m all paranoid that somehow my professor will see I did that. Everytime we submit assignments it runs through some website or database called Turnitin. Will this pick it up??