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I'm f###### sick of transphobia. It's hate, it's bigotry, and it's killing people. Trans rights are human rights. If you're not actively supporting trans individuals, you're part of the problem. #TransRightsAreHumanRights #TransphobiaIsHate
I'm so f###### annoyed at my husband right now. I love him, I really do - we've been together for over 12 years, and he's been my rock through thick and thin. But g## d###, some days he can just be so infuriating.
I don't know what it is, but lately, every little thing he does is just grating on me. The way he leaves his dirty socks on the floor, the way he always seems to be on his phone when I'm trying to talk to him... it's all just so f###### annoying.
I know I'm not perfect either, and I'm sure there are plenty of things I do that drive him crazy too. But f###, can't he just try a little harder to be more considerate? I'm not asking for much.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, even though I love my husband to death, some...Read Full Rant
It's so f###### infuriating when people use "Because G## made it that way" as an excuse to avoid explaining something or justifying their beliefs. Like, come on, that's not an answer! That's just a g## d### cop-out.
It's lazy and it's ignorant. If you can't be bothered to think critically or learn about the world around you, then maybe you shouldn't be having the conversation in the first place. F###, it's not that hard to put in a little effort.
And don't even get me started on how this kind of thinking can be used to justify discrimination and oppression. "Oh, G## made it that way" is just a thinly veiled excuse for "I don't want to challenge my own biases and prejudices." F### g##, can't we just have a real conversation for once?
Can't we just have a conversation that's based on facts and evidence, not just blind faith...Read Full Rant
I swear if another f###### driver speeds past me on the right using a lane that runs out just to get ahead of me I'm going to f###### lose my G## D### F###### S### LEARN TO DRIVE MOTHER F#####
I'm f###### sick of being alone at night. It's like, the darkness just closes in on me and I'm left with nothing but my own thoughts. G## d### it, why can't I just have someone to share this s### with? It's not like I'm asking for much. Just someone to talk to, to laugh with, to f###### be there.
But no, I'm stuck here by myself, night after night, feeling like a g## d### ghost. It's like I'm invisible, and nobody gives a s###. I hate it. I hate being alone. I hate the silence. I hate the darkness.
#AloneAtNight #FuckingHateIt #SomeoneTalkToMe
It's f###### infuriating to see basic kindness and politeness disappearing lately. G## d### it, people can't even be bothered to say "thank you" or hold the door for someone anymore. It's like everyone's too caught up in their own f###### world to even acknowledge others. What the f### happened to simple decency? I miss the days when a smile or a kind word wasn't so g## d### rare.
#BringBackKindness #BeTheChange #PolitenessMatters
I can’t believe someone would write lies about me on a public platform and attack me for my weight. 💔 It’s so cruel, unnecessary, and completely unfair. They don’t even know me—they’re just using me as an outlet for their own frustrations, and it’s left me feeling so small and broken. Reading those hateful words triggered a panic attack, and I’m still trying to pull myself together. I didn’t deserve this. No one does. 😔 #WeightShamingIsWrong #BeKind #WordsMatter
I mean, if I’m tipping for coffee, the least I expect is to actually get the coffee, right? Like, I didn’t just throw in a tip for the fun of it—I tipped because I thought, hey, let’s support someone who’s doing their job. But if I’m standing there awkwardly waiting while they ignore me or hand the cup over like they’re doing me a huge favor, it kind of makes me wonder what the tip was even for. Is basic service too much to ask these days? I’m not tipping for attitude, I’m tipping for effort—and handing me my coffee seems like a pretty basic part of that deal.
I’m done. I’ve been trying so hard to find a job, putting myself out there, facing rejection after rejection, and for what? It feels like I’m just running in circles, wasting my energy on something that’s never going to happen. I’m tired of feeling like I’m not good enough, like I’m just shouting into the void. So, I’m giving up for now. Maybe I’ll try again later, maybe I won’t. But right now, I just need to stop. I need to breathe.
I can’t believe I’m still caught up on someone who was never mine. It’s been months, maybe even a year, but he’s still in my head like he carved out space there without asking. Now I’m in college, surrounded by new people, new experiences—and yet, I keep looking back at him. He’s still in high school, probably living his life like I don’t exist. It’s so frustrating to feel this way because I know he never really felt the same, but that doesn’t stop my mind from wandering to what could have been. It feels like I’m stuck while everyone else is moving forward, including him.