My dad threw a tantrum because he accidentally cut his finger on a plastic lid 🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️
Whenever I'm alone I feel like ending everything. It's gotten to the point where it's the only thing I can think about sometimes. I can't talk to anyone about it ( friends, family, etc ) because they just say I'm too young or that I'll get over it. It's been 6 years and nothing has changed.
I wish you had more respect and empathy for me
Sometimes your problems are your own fault
im 22 and have no sexual desires. this leads me to the feeling that i wont ever find someone to love because of the modern dating system. i have hope that that theres a guy out there with the same desires as mine but the more i search the more hopless i get.
heyy, so i have something to tell... I have had many friends since high school, but I still feel so lonely and left out, no matter which circle I’m with. Sometimes, I feel like I’m just a friend to someone but not their very, very, very close friend—just someone they can hang out with and talk to. For instance, my group of four friends bought matching keychains but didn’t include me. I didn’t confront them about it, but one of my friends told me they forgot about me. Ouch. Another moment that hurt was when my friends made plans without me and openly talked about them without inviting me. Maybe I am the problem here? Hahaha. If not, then why don’t I get the same energy back? I’m always there for them—supporting them, helping them with their studies, and giving them good advice so they won’t regret their decisions. Am... Read Full Rant
I am 30F the only breadwinner for my family after my dad died. Quit on my last semester to work and bring food to the table. Feels envy to people in my age with savings, marriage and travel while i have nothing and holding massive debt from dad hospitalization and sibling school. I thinking to paid all debt i want to e*nd my life. Im tired thinking about money
I’ve got a crush on my husband’s close friend and can’t stop thinking about him. I secretly stare at him whenever he’s around and find excuses to be near him.
It sucks to realize you were never important, never a priority to the people who brought you into this world. You were clothed and fed, and never allowed to forget what a burden it was. You were not cherished. You were tolerated. And now at fifty years old, I have nothing and it's not likely I ever will so I think it's time to make my exit.
I’m secretly bisexual. I don’t know how to tell my parents