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What the actual h### happened to her? How does someone go from being your closest friend, your ride-or-die, the person who stood by you through everything, to this absolute stranger who’s rude, judgmental, and completely unrecognizable? It’s like she’s been replaced by someone you don’t even know, and it’s gut-wrenching. You’ve been there for her through hell—through abusive relationships, through endless crying phone calls, through all the chaos—and now she’s just…this. Cold, dismissive, spewing hateful garbage, and acting like the friendship you’ve built over decades doesn’t even matter. It’s infuriating.
And the worst part? You still care. You still want to salvage some piece of the friendship you had, even though she’s done nothing to deserve it. Because she’s your oldest friend, and that history makes it so d### hard to let go. But honestly, what’s left to hold onto? The person she used to be is gone, and what’s...Read Full Rant
I’m so tired of feeling like a worthless piece of c###. 😤 It’s like no matter what I do, I end up on the wrong side of someone’s warpath, purely by chance.
#ExhaustedAndOverIt I hate feeling guilty for things I have zero control over—like how politicized generative AI is, just because I studied it. #AIDrama I hate that every time I log on, it feels like everything is a direct attack on my beliefs. 😡 And I hate that I can’t just tune out my insecurities or stop caring about what people think of me. #OverthinkingLife
Being stuck in the middle of political crossfire is exhausting. 🥴 I just want to stay moderate, but instead, I feel dragged into battles I never signed up for. #CaughtInTheMiddle And the guilt—guilt for racism stuff I’ve had nothing to do with, guilt for sharing my personal struggles—it’s suffocating. 😔 #TooMuchGuilt
I wish I...Read Full Rant
Losing obsessions is like losing a g###### piece of your soul. One day, you’re consumed by this beautiful, all-encompassing passion that makes life feel electric, and the next, it’s just…gone. And you’re left standing there, wondering what the h### happened to that fire, that joy, that you. It’s like mourning a part of yourself that you didn’t even know could die.
And it’s not just any random obsession—it’s the ones that mean something. Like dreaming of being a parent, holding your kid, giving them the life you never had. That’s not just a fantasy; it’s hope, it’s purpose, it’s everything. And when that obsession fades, even a little, it feels like the universe is playing some cruel joke on you. Like, why the h### would it take away something so good, so pure?
And yeah, maybe it’s normal. Maybe passions come and go, and maybe I’m supposed to just accept...Read Full Rant
Can people just shut the f### up about incels and 'male loneliness'? It’s like this topic has taken over the entire internet, and I’m so g###### sick of it. Everywhere I go, it’s the same repetitive, obnoxious noise. And yeah, one side might be worse in some ways, but let’s be real—both are full of condescending, self-righteous negativity.
What’s worse is how inescapable it is. It’s not like I’m out here searching for this crap—it’s just shoved in my face constantly. Reddit, Twitter, everywhere. It’s exhausting, and it’s ruining the vibe.
At the end of the day, can’t we all just chill? Let people figure their s### out without rubbing all this nonsense in everyone’s faces. Andrew Tate sucks, sure, but the endless noise about him and his fans is just as unbearable. Enough already....Read Full Rant
Why is it so hard to feel enough? No matter what I achieve, it’s like this gnawing voice always finds a reason to tear me down. I'm so tired of fighting myself. Isn't existing supposed to be enough?
MAGAs will ensure disease and death sweeps through the USA
Every day, without exception, I leave the lunchroom at precisely 2:24. Yet somehow, this UGLY AS F### GUY who works second in buffing conveniently makes their rounds past my area at 3:22, and then again at 3:24, right next to my machine. It's no coincidence. It's like they're deliberately timing their movements to cross paths with mine. The constant surveillance vibe is unnerving. How do they always seem to know my schedule? At this point, it's beyond frustrating that this ugly f### crosses paths with mine.
I've been very good about not social media stalking the girl who ghosted me. She's blocked on all platforms, any mention of her in DMs or photos is gone... but she still appears in a dream or two now and then. It'll never fully be over I guess
Why does weight loss always feel like a battle—not just with the scale, but with my own mind? Every bite feels like a test, every glance in the mirror is a judgment. And then there’s the constant, nagging voice in my head, telling me I’m not doing enough, not moving fast enough, not good enough. It’s exhausting. I just want to feel okay in my own skin, but some days it feels like that’s impossible.
Why is it that food delivery apps have turned into the bane of existence? They’re supposed to make life easier, but instead, they’re riddled with hidden fees, late deliveries, and cold food that looks nothing like the photos. And don’t even get me started on the customer service—trying to get a refund feels like arguing with a brick wall.
Plus, they’ve completely changed the way restaurants operate. Some places prioritize delivery orders over dine-in customers, and the quality of food suffers because it’s all about speed, not care. It’s like these apps have sucked the soul out of eating out and turned it into a transaction.
And let’s talk about the drivers. They’re often underpaid and overworked, all while the app companies rake in profits. It’s exploitative, plain and simple. So yeah, banning them might be extreme, but it’s hard not to fantasize about a world where we go back...Read Full Rant