I really miss my brother.

ten years ago i was 18.. so much s### has happened in that 10 years. tell me om not the only one

Boyfriend made me swallow his load sneezed at same time that s### shot out of my nose all over his leg like I was some kind of c## dragon

The more people I meet and the more stories I hear, the more I start to believe that people can be... disappointing. Cheating, lying, demanding too much, giving too little, being overly present, or completely absent—it’s like we’re all walking contradictions. Are we really this flawed, or is it just the way life is?

I JUST HAD A BIG LOUD DUMP IN THE TOILET. DID YOU ENJOY LISTENING TO THAT TOO?

GUYS, I HAVE A CRUSH ON THIS GUY I’VE KNOWN ONLINE FOR 7 YEARS, AND WE’RE FINALLY MEETING IN REAL LIFE NEXT MONTH!!! I’m so nervous—I can’t even handle it. Oh my goodness, this is HUGE. I don’t know what to do with myself right now! The countdown has officially begun, and every day feels like an eternity. I’m just hoping everything goes smoothly because this is literally a dream come true for me!

Morning routines have become a nightmare thanks to these overconsumption-obsessed influencers.

Cutting up $20 worth of fruit just to dunk your face in an ice bowl for 10 seconds, opening a fresh bottle of water for the same purpose. Face masks, hair bonnets, mouth tape, nasal openers, belly button plugs for castor oil, breast pillows to prevent wrinkles, endless supplements, and a lineup of overpriced face products. Every morning, it’s a new turmeric-ginger shot, a fresh bottle of green juice, and throwing away the rest of a banana just to use the peel as a scrub. Hair rollers under bonnets, minoxidil, derma rollers—it’s absurd.

What’s worse is the impact on teenagers who see these posts and feel like they need to keep up. These routines cost upwards of $100 a day, contribute to growing landfills with all the plastic waste, and are completely unnecessary. It’s not funny, it’s not aspirational,...Read Full Rant

If I hit the jackpot, life would finally open up to possibilities I’ve only dreamed of. The freedom to chase passions, embrace opportunities, and genuinely live—that’s what having money means to me.

Without it, everything feels like a closed door. It’s exhausting to live with just the bare minimum, scraping by while watching your energy, drive, and potential slowly erode. And when you add the weight of genetic challenges into the mix, it feels like the world is working against you.

Money wouldn’t just change my circumstances; it would amplify who I am—turning struggles into strength, restrictions into freedom, and turning a dull, constrained existence into something vibrant and meaningful.

My mom drives me absolutely up the wall. Ever since she lost her job as a special ed teacher in January, I’ve been financially supporting her. Recently, I had a gout flare-up in my foot and couldn’t walk. I gave her money and asked for a few essentials—medication, some weed from the dispensary, and food that wouldn’t make my condition worse. What did she bring? A half-empty bottle of acetaminophen, a tiny amount of street weed wrapped in a napkin, and six ham and cheese Hot Pockets—foods I can’t even eat because they trigger my gout.

Whenever she needs something, I step up. But when I need help, it’s like she puts in the bare minimum effort, and I’m left dealing with the consequences. She hasn’t even applied for a new job because she can’t figure out how to update her résumé. It’s the same pattern I’ve seen my whole...Read Full Rant

I’m honestly so tired of seeing women in their 20s treated like children. It’s frustrating to watch society infantilize grown women as if we’re incapable of making adult decisions. There’s this recent drama about a pop singer claiming she doesn’t know any parents her age who aren’t miserable. She’s 27! Somehow, this ignited a chorus of people agreeing that women her age are 'too young' for parenthood.

This isn’t new. There’s this persistent notion that women over 23 are still kids because 'your brain isn’t fully developed until 25,' so clearly we’re immature and incapable of functioning as adults. As a 28-year-old woman, let me be clear: I’m a young adult, but I’m still an adult. And we face enough challenges being taken seriously without adding this patronizing narrative to the mix.

I get that some people are still figuring their lives out well into their 20s and 30s—it’s tough...Read Full Rant