Let's get real, ladies! You're not royalty, and certainly not Egyptian queens. The Bible says we're not even worthy of an audience with a Pharaoh, and that's assuming such a title still exists today. So, let's ditch the entitlement and come back down to earth!
Holy f### will you give it a rest already I am not going to go out with you Jesus you're old enough to be my f###### dad JUST LEAVE ME ALONE
I'm completely obsessed with him! I want him to be utterly fixated on me, forever. I'm talking zero distractions, no conversations with anyone else – his entire focus should be on me, and only me.
Why am I like this? I want to be motivated, I want to study—but it’s like there’s this invisible barrier keeping me stuck, making me feel empty and lifeless. And sure, I tried venting to my friend, hoping for some sort of understanding, but nope—just "me too" and "relatable." Thanks for the nothing. Then I tried opening up to my sisters, and they told me, "Just get motivated." Really? Like I hadn’t thought of that genius advice before. They even suggested looking up study methods, as if I can study when my brain feels like mush. I’m dealing with something deeper here—hello, struggling with mental stuff much? But no one seems to get it. No one.
At this point, I’m just angry. Angry at myself for feeling this way, for not being able to snap out of it. I start taking it out on myself—hitting, slapping, just... Read Full Rant
It's on you for buying a car you couldn't afford. The Cybertruck is overhyped and overpriced, with a design that's more awkward than sleek. It's like a bulky, ugly relic that costs as much as a house.
The novelty of owning one has worn off. What was once "wow, I've never seen one in person" is now just another Cybertruck on the road. Every wannabe trendsetter has one, and it's just a symbol of poor taste.
I see them all over, even in rough neighborhoods. It's a slap in the face – people struggling to make ends meet, yet somehow they're driving around in a luxury truck. It's just a status symbol for those who want to show off, despite their questionable financial decisions.
I'm a 20-year-old college junior 🎓, and I've had the same professor for a few semesters. Recently, I've noticed a shift in his demeanor towards me 🤔. We often chat after class or during his office hours 📚, and our conversations have become more in-depth 💬.
At 30 years old, my professor is clearly in a different stage of life 📊. Despite this, I've started to feel a connection with him 💕. I'm unsure if I'm reading too much into his actions or if there's something more 🤷♀️.
The situation feels delicate 🌟, especially since I'm still his student 👨🎓. I'm hesitant to discuss my feelings or his intentions, fearing it could compromise our student-teacher relationship or raise eyebrows among my peers 🤫. For now, I'm navigating this uncertainty with caution ⚠️.
Why did I even sign up for this class?! It's proving to be a huge frustration.
I'm stuck in a pattern of revisiting past relationships instead of fully moving on. It's like I'm holding onto the familiarity of these connections, even though they've ultimately proven to be unfulfilling.
Am I afraid to let go and explore the possibility of meeting someone truly compatible? Or do I subconsciously prefer the comfort of knowing what to expect, even if it's not truly satisfying?
It's not that I'm afraid of being alone; it's more that I crave the emotional highs I get from these familiar relationships. But when things get too intense, I bolt – and that's hurt a lot of people along the way.
It's a painful cycle, and I'm starting to realize that my actions may be hurting others more than I care to admit.
I've been a s### husband and dad for so many years my marriage is finally just falling apart. I'm working on putting the pieces back together I can't lose my family 😔
cant even listen to his songs in public for too long cause then i feel tingly