Work emails are bad enough, but then there’s this. Someone sends you an email, and before you’ve even had a chance to open it, they’re at your desk, repeating everything they just wrote. Like, why bother emailing at all? It’s infuriating, and honestly, it feels like they’re just wasting your time twice. I swear, if I had a dollar for every time this happened, I’d retire early and never look at another inbox again.

There’s staring—and then there’s whatever this is. I get it, people space out, they make eye contact, whatever. But this coworker? His eyes stick to me, and it makes my stomach churn. It’s not just once or twice—it’s constant, like he’s watching me from across the room, across conversations, across everything.

And the worst part? He’s not even acting creepy otherwise. No weird comments, no inappropriate behavior—just this unnerving stare that makes my instincts scream that something is off. I can’t even look him in the eye anymore. I keep questioning myself—am I overthinking? Does he just space out a lot? Maybe I stare at people too?

But still, something about it feels wrong, and I wish I could figure out why.

I’m so sick of being labeled a ‘Karen’ just for speaking up. This isn’t about me—it’s about that poor dog who’s stuck in a cycle of abuse because no one will do their d### job. I’ve reported this person so many times, and others have too, but nothing changes. They don’t even want the dog, so why keep it? It’s infuriating.

The cops? Useless. Animal control? Even worse. They’re all too busy protecting their own or avoiding ‘bad publicity’ to actually help. If this were a human in those conditions, someone would’ve been arrested ages ago. But because it’s an animal—and because of their connections—it’s just swept under the rug.

I feel like I’m screaming into the void. I’m trying to do the right thing, but every time I speak up, I’m made to feel like the bad guy. Meanwhile, that dog suffers, and no one cares. It’s heartbreaking, and...Read Full Rant

Fourteen weeks pregnant, and my mental health is in shambles. It’s not because of my baby I love them deeply—but finding out I was pregnant shattered the illusion that my life was fine. I’m 19, my boyfriend is 28, and our relationship is a mess. Love bombing turned into alcohol-fueled domestic violence, and now I’m financially trapped.

My home life? A disaster. I’m stuck taking care of my sister’s diabetic cat, bunny, and worm-infested kitten while the house falls apart. My family dynamic is even worse—my dad abused me for years, and my mom still begs me to have a relationship with him. My boyfriend screams at me when I express my fears about bringing a baby into this chaos.

I’m drowning in fight-or-flight mode, desperate to escape and give my baby the life I never had. I wish I could rewrite my choices, but at least I’m waking up...Read Full Rant

Every year, 'Autism Acceptance Month' rolls around, and it feels like a cruel joke. Neurotypicals post their performative nonsense, while high-functioning autistics flaunt their perfect lives. Meanwhile, I’m stuck in this wasteland of alienation and pain.

I’ve been bullied relentlessly—by classmates, teachers, mental health professionals, even other autistics. Every space I try to join pushes me away. Flashbacks of the bullying haunt me daily, leaving me crying and melting down. Society gaslights me into thinking my life matters, but the truth is, it doesn’t care. Autism isn’t acceptable—it’s treated like something that should be erased.

I’m exhausted from trying to survive in a world that feels hostile at every turn. I’m grieving the fact that I don’t belong here, and I’m tired of pretending I’m okay just to keep the few people I have left. I don’t know how much longer I can keep holding on....Read Full Rant

I trusted the vet. I did everything I could. And yet, here I am, feeling like the world's biggest idiot. My baby deserved better—better care, better timing, better everything. The guilt is eating me alive, and I can’t stop replaying every decision, every moment. People might think it’s ‘just a gerbil,’ but to me, it was everything. And now? Now I’m left with this crushing emptiness and the unbearable weight of ‘what if.

I swear McDonald's has one job—hand me the food I ordered. But nah, apparently, that’s too much to ask. My order? Completely wrong. The disappointment? IMMEASURABLE. Now I gotta debate if it’s worth the effort to go back or just accept my fate and suffer through this sad excuse of a meal. Either way, I’m salty—and not in the good, crispy fry kind of way.

He said 'I love you so f###### much'—and it hit different. This boy barely swears, like ever. But apparently, he swears more around girls he wants to impress. So now I’m stuck wondering: was that his way of showing me I’m special, or just him trying too hard? Either way, my brain won’t shut up about it.

The past few days, naramdaman ko ang hirap na ng buhay. Wala kanang matakbuhan tinalikuran kana wala na, andami nang sumasakit sakin pyshically man o mentally, parang ang hirap pala, gusto ko nalang kainin ako ng lupa para man lang hindi kona maramdaman to. Sakit eh pagod na pagod nako, wala nabang remedyo to?.

-K

I keep writing about my brother too. Just writing what I wish I could say. Here’s a little part of it.

“I don’t even want to talk to you. But the thought of never getting to talk to you keeps me up at night. I don’t want you back in my life. But the fact that you are not is killing me. You have no idea how much I am hurting. “

I have to keep popping sleeping pills ever since he left. I thought I was getting better but I am not. It’s getting worse. The pills are not working and I am drinking again. After being sober for almost a year I fell again. I am drinking in a unhealthy way.
-younger me would be so disappointed.