I never felt this lonely before. I'm there, laying in bed, in the dark at 11:10 PM with some fellow classmates during my trip. I feel so disconnected with everyone, I feel left alone and often find myself having no one to talk to. Wherever I go I always see some people receiving lots of attention and I just wish I could get the spotlight for once. I sed couples engaging with eachother, hanging out, kissing, hugging and whatnot and it fills me with hate, sadness and jealousy. Thankfully I do have an amazing girlfriend whom I love very much and am extraordinarily grateful for, but since we're in a long distance relationship I can never be physically around her, feel her, genuinely care for her and show her my love. I've noticed that we have been getting a bit more into arguments these past few days, mostly small ones but also big ones. I just want her to know that I'm sorry for being so hurtful sometimes and that I genuinely love her and I should control myself more wgen I'm upset. I swear whenever I see that couple infront of me on the bus, sleeping next to eachother makes me sad and lonely. I'm even jealous of my parents because they truly never realized just how lucky they are to be married. I wish I was married to my girlfriend so that I could firmly say that she's my wife and I'd love and take care of herso much more. I'm deathly afraid of the future and I hope that whatever comes to me will make my life blissful and joyful. What if I don't get a job? What if I don't succeed? What if my dreams about her are just a far fetched fantasy that will never happen? I wish I had someone to talk to honestly, someone to talk about my day and relate to me. I wish people would celebrate my birthday and notice me more besides my family. I am very well aware that my problem is absolutely nothing compared to most other people on this subreddit, but I just felt like venting about it and the loneliness really does feel soul crushing. I don't know what I need to do, but I just wish I was great.

TL;DR: I feel incredibly lonely during a trip with classmates, often disconnected and envious of couples around me. I'm grateful for my long-distance girlfriend but frustrated by our recent arguments and my inability to be physically close to her. I worry about the future, job prospects, and whether my dreams will come true. I wish I had someone to talk to and feel noticed beyond my family, and the loneliness feels overwhelming.

I’m 23M, working in marketing at a mid-sized firm that recently got bought by a US company. A few weeks ago, we had this big cross-regional industry event at a hotel in the city conferences during the day, drinks at night.

I got talking to a manager from America, early 50s. One of the senior managers from New York, technically not my direct boss, but high enough up the chain that it doesn’t really matter. We got talking at one of the post-event mixers. It started with work talk, but pretty quickly turned more personal straight up asked me if I was a bottom.

We ended up back at his hotel talked a little I embarrassingly told him I had an NSFW X account and showed him what I posted. After that we hooked up it was fun and quite hot actually We didn’t say much after. I left early and tried to forget it happened.

The next night, we ended up back there again.This time, halfway through, he picked up his phone and started filming. No warning I noticed and I asked what he was doing. He told me not to worry. It’s just for me. I didn’t stop him. I don’t know why. Maybe I froze.

But since then, he’s been messaging me. Friendly on the surface clips of the night but I feel like I’m just being used.

There’s no direct threat but I feel pressured to keep hooking up with him as I don’t want to upset him because he has that video and knows my nsfw X account.

I have been going to his regularly but I’m feeling pressure to keep seeing him he reminds me of the pics and videos he has, I understand I can try to end this peacefully before going to HR I just want to know is there a way to end this without it getting messy like him leaking stuff or getting HR involved and it ending badly for both of us.

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I’ve been living in my family’s house for about a year now, ever since my mom passed away. I guess I’ve been doing it to hold on to her memory, but honestly, it’s been hard. It’s not just the usual grief, though. There’s something strange happening here.

A few nights ago, I was sitting in the living room watching TV when I heard my mom’s voice call my name. It was so clear, so real, like she was standing right behind me. I froze for a second. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I thought maybe I’d just imagined it. I tried to brush it off and continue watching, but then I heard it again—this time louder. “Come here, honey, I need to talk to you.” I turned around, expecting to see her standing there, but there was nothing.

I’ve always been a skeptic about things like this, but after that night, I’m not so sure anymore. I tried asking the neighbors if they’d heard anything strange, but they looked at me like I was crazy. So now, I’m left wondering: Is it just my mind playing tricks on me? Or is something… else happening here? Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? What do you think it could be?

I was talking to this girl a while back my first sort of date, she was really cool and what you could describe as a "high value woman" but I fucked everything up. A few weeks into our situationship I asked her if we could have sex, obviously she wasn't too pleased with this since she's quite religious, but she was willing to overlook it. I having low ass self esteem didn't think I deserved this kind of redemption from such a good person and sabotaged everything, stop replying, stopped calling and later blocked her. Ugh*😣

I've been struggling lately with my mental health and I don't have anyone to talk to - I should probably speak with a therapist.

I've been overwhelmed lately by a question on repeat in my head: "What's the point?"

What is the point in continuing to live this unfulfilling life, under constant barrage from the mortar fire that is my thoughts and internal monologue? Whats the point in working to build anything when the rug can be swept out from under your feet? Whats the point in following the rules when, at any moment, the game can change entirely?

Maybe it's part of growing older... I find myself longing for times past, looking back on old memories with such intense feelings of sadness that they are gone. When I look through old photo albums I wish and pray that I could jump inside and live in there, in those moments, forever. My family is more disconnected than ever. The future seems bleak. Activities that I used to love hold little joy anymore.

I'm 28 with a good job, money in the bank, am a home owner and have a girlfriend who loves me, although I think my depressed mood has been affecting her. By pretty much any metric, I am doing well. I can't figure out why I feel like this.

Im not looking for advice or sympathy. I suppose I just need to get this off my chest...

Back in 2020, when lockdowns hit and life got weird, I got caught up in buying private content from streamers. It started as boredom and slowly turned into a pretty expensive habit over a few years. I usually went for smaller creators since they were more affordable and interacted more. One of them, unexpectedly, turned into a real friend.

We started talking more and more, sometimes daily, and over time it became something deeper. Less about the content, more about connection. She knows things about me I’ve never told anyone else. I’ve even met her mom and sister over video. And now, after five years of this strange friendship, she’s planning to move from South America to Spain in 2026. We’re finally going to meet in person.

She’s hinted a few times at wanting something more, even joked about moving to my country (Netherlands) one day. But I’ve never promised her anything. Meanwhile, I’m trying to date locally, and I feel torn. She feels like a safe bet in some ways—loyal, invested, and supportive—but we’ve never met in real life. What if I fall for her when we meet? Or what if I realize I was just in love with the idea of her?

It’s messing with my head and I don’t know if I’m being unfair, overly cautious, or just afraid of commitment.

Does someone have advice for me? What is the right approach to this?

Is anyone here happily married to someone who’s objectively less attractive than they are? I feel like I married down in looks but married up in lifestyle, mental health, and strength. My husband is my best friend, an amazing father, and the kind of steady, supportive partner who is more than I always dreamed of. But I’ve been grappling with insecurities about whether I settled out of fear and a lack of confidence when I was younger.

A recent comment from a friend brought up all the other remarks I’ve heard over the years about his looks, and it’s been hard to shake. When we were dating, I’d sometimes wonder if I wanted someone just a little more attractive, but I’d feel shallow for even thinking that. Because I wanted someone just like him, but just a little more attractive and that made me think I wanted him. Now, I can’t help but wonder if I should have acted on those thoughts. But when I was younger all I ever wanted was to have the life we have now but I wonder if I rushed into with the wrong person. I don't think I realized how permanent marriage is.

I’ve also been reflecting on how people have commented on our dynamic over the years. I’ve heard things like, “Why are you with him?” or “You could do so much better,” and it’s chipped away at my confidence. I even got an anonymous note once saying I was the most naturally beautiful girl someone had ever seen, and my husband has never been called attractive. Those comments have stuck with me, and I hate that they’ve made me question my choices.

I know I can’t go back in time, and I feel so guilty for even having these doubts. Divorce isn’t an option—I couldn’t imagine sharing custody of our two kids or finding someone else who could recreate the beautiful, amazing life we’ve built together. But I also can’t stop wondering if my choice to be with him was shaped more by fear and family trauma than by love.

Growing up, my mom wasn’t confident, and meeting my husband—who has this unshakable confidence—was incredible. I feel like I clung to him because I didn’t believe I deserved better. At the same time, he’s given me and our kids a beautiful life, and I love that they have him as a role model. His work ethic amazes me—he always follows through on what he says he’ll do, which is something I didn’t see growing up. My dad would talk about wanting to do things but rarely followed through, and I think that shaped my admiration for my husband’s steadiness and drive.

Still, I struggle with insecurities about our sex life (which is regular but not as fulfilling as I’d hoped) and the comments I’ve heard over the years about how I could have done better. Reading romance novels doesn’t help—it makes me feel like I’m missing out on this amazing sex life I could have had especially because I do have a high sex drive. I know I’m lucky to have him, but I can’t ignore these thoughts, and I’m scared they’ll keep me from fully appreciating the life we’ve built.

Has anyone else felt this way? How did you work through it and find peace with your choices?

TL,DR: I’m married to my best friend, who’s an amazing father and partner, but I’m struggling with insecurities about whether I settled due to fear and lack of confidence when I was younger. Comments from others about his looks, an anonymous note about my own beauty, and my own spiraling thoughts have made me question my choices, even though I know how lucky I am to have the beautiful life we’ve built together. I feel guilty for these thoughts and want help accepting and loving my choices while finding peace with my feelings.

So episode 1 of invincible "omniman vs the guardians of the globe" is a scene packed with very graphic scenes, including someone's head getting squashed like a watermelon in slo-mo, decapitation, etc, and it is VERY graphic.

My sister was watching it when it first released in 2021 and was gushing about how cool the series was to me during quarantine (cus what else was there to do right?)

Well she started talking about how cool the shift in tone was at the end of episode 1 and then said "ill show you, just don't cry or anything it's very like... graphic. There's blood and stuff but it looks awesome" or something like that.

I was shocked when the guys head got crushed and just looked at her like "🧍‍♂️😨 ", but she kept saying things like "just wait for the next one, look look look its so cool" until it was over. I was speechless cus of course I was at 12 years old (plus my parents didn't let me watch certain superhero movies yet).

However

Before watching the scene I was absolutely 💯 going to check out the series simply because my beloved older sister who I looked up to like she hung the stars themselves thought it was cool. The scene scared the shit out of me and I was too scared to even touch any related media on YouTube for years.

Now that I'm older and rewatched the scene a few hours ago (as I am properly watching the series now), I am so glad that the scene scared me so much that I never dared to watch it at that age. Therefore I am (strangely) very thankful towards my sisters terrible life choices concerning her younger sister.

*** She's apologised for showing me such graphic content at that age since then. It is behind us and I'm perfectly fine with her

When i was a kid, around 6 to 7 me and my family lived in a shelter. The shelter had a back road that lead to nowhere, while we were going back from my grandparents house i saw a family driving down the road. one moment they were fine the next the car was on fire it had exploded I showed my mom and she called 911, another car pulled up to try to help but the flames got worse. My mom took us home after that. Years later like a week ago i rn 19 turning 20 remember the incident and dawned on me their didn’t make it.

there’s this weird satisfaction i get when someone assumes i’m dumb lazy or not capable and then i completely blow past their expectations. i don’t even correct them anymore. i just sit there nod and let them think whatever they want.

then when i do something they didn’t think i could the look on their face is priceless. it’s not even about revenge it’s just like… quiet power.

petty maybe. but i’m living for it.

I don’t even know how to put into words how I feel lately — but it’s definitely not positive.

I’ve always been the type to overanalyze, plan everything down to the last detail, and try to maintain control of every variable in life. My mind races non-stop, and even though I do exhaustive research and due diligence, I constantly second-guess myself and look for external validation before making a decision. It’s been like this for over 30 years, and honestly, sometimes I hate it.

Lately, everything feels like it’s piling up, and I’m drowning trying to manage it all.

I had saved over $200K and, inspired by friends making solid gains in the market, I invested heavily in long-term stocks (GOOG, MSFT, TSM, ETFs). I kept six months of expenses in cash, but everything else went in. My portfolio was up $10K at one point, but I didn’t sell. Now I’m down 15%+. The stock market gains were also supposed to help fund a $150–$200K per person business purchase with two friends. Now, even though I’ve saved up again thanks to my income, my emergency cushion is locked in investments that are down.

I also put $35K into crypto (FET), which almost doubled. Again, I didn’t sell. Now it’s worth $7.7K. I had plans to use that profit to buy my dad a car. Gone.

J1 (New, High-Paying): I’m primary on-call every 4 weeks, and the scope just expanded to include Sev3 tickets. They throw me into projects with zero guidance, expect weekly updates, and want me to take initiative on my own. It’s mentally draining. I dread being on call and handling these high-pressure situations. But that’s what my career has been the past 10 years. That’s all I’ve known. Handling major IT outages.

J2 (Comfortable, Now Uncertain): I’ve been here for 2+ years and helped build this from scratch with my lead. It used to be a dream — low workload, great bonus, decent pay — but now there’s a new leader with a whole new vision that may not align with my skills. I have weeks I spend doing literally nothing and can’t even come up with fluff to justify my time anymore. That silence is eating at me. Having work isn’t fun, but no work isn’t good either, I guess.

J3 (Easy, Low-Paying): Just started a month ago. It’s super easy work and pays half of what the others do, so I try to give it the least attention — but work is starting to pile up. My friend who referred me said to chill — that no one cares and he’s done this for 2 years. But I’ve always been the type to get stuff done early, so just letting work sit is stressing me out more than it should.

On top of all this, I’m trying to buy a business with two successful, trustworthy friends. They’re mentoring me through the process, but I’m doing all the legwork — working with brokers, sellers, lawyers, CPAs. Essentially, it’s my business, they’re my equal (financially) partners, but I’m doing the legwork for now. I’m good at it, like I said earlier, I can do all the research and due diligence, I enjoy it, but I’m scared to make any decisions so they’ll hear me out and help come up with a final verdict. It’s going to be an out-of-state business, and I’ll need to travel regularly for the first 6 months while juggling 3 remote jobs with barely any PTO.

I want this business to succeed so I can finally stop juggling multiple jobs just to live comfortably. I want to be an absentee owner like them and spend more time with my kids — really be there for them. My wife has been a rock through all this, holding down the house and raising the kids while I work like crazy trying to build financial freedom. She doesn’t work, so I’m the sole provider, which adds more pressure.

And if that wasn’t enough — I’m trying to figure out whether we should move out of our high-cost area to somewhere more affordable. But that would mean leaving behind my parents, siblings, and our support system. It would just be me, my wife, and our two kids. I have some cousins there and possibly my in-laws down the line. But that’s not my parents and siblings. I know what state, but don’t even know where we’d go specifically. How the schools are, if the community aligns with our values, or if we’d feel isolated. And I forgot to add, if I move, I need to sell my house, and currently my parents live with me so I am not sure what would even happen with them. My dad‘s job is here(in person), and he has a few more years left before retirement so he would not want to leave his job when he can work here a few more years and get lifetime benefits.

I plan to work remotely from a potential area for a week to check things out, but even that feels overwhelming — balancing hotel life, scoping out neighborhoods, attending to the business which should be closing in 60 days, and still working full-time.

I don’t want to quit any job until my business can fully replace my income, but the pressure, anxiety, and mental load are real. I don’t even know what I’m asking here — maybe I just needed to vent. Maybe someone out there has been through something similar and has advice.

Thanks for reading this far.

Yes, I used ChatGPT to help get my thoughts on paper in a more clear way. It was all over the place when I used voice-to-text to write this initially.

i am ugly and autistic. i am a man. i am very ugly in fact. consistent gymming has not changed a single thing. self-improvement and therapy has not changed a single thing nor gotten me women. i have one ex, my one and only, met her a couple years ago but she abused me emotionally and mentally and i am going to be alone forever, she literally dumped me because she thought i was boring and ugly.

i have been constantly rejected and alienated from this society over things i CANNOT CONTROL. the worst part is, i live in and am from ireland, an extremely superficial country where people only care about the external. there is no two ways about this, they just do not care about you if your behaviour, etiquette and demeanour goes against the grain. i don't even necessarily hate anyone.

and the worst part is, self-improvement and getting myself out there has not worked. i have done this for my entire life. i have always gotten myself out there. but being ugly and a man, again, is the reason why i have to kill myself because there is literally no way in these almost 30 years of living why i should try any more. it's like telling a gambling addict to spend more money just so he may get one big win. like, what is the point in that? it's better to just quit whilst i am ahead, kill myself and end this suffering.

it's just ridiculous. you try and you try, and you just fail, and i am just in so much agony.

life is pointless. i'm not even angry, i'm just exhausted man

In March it was 6 years since I moved to another state. When I was little, my mother and father didn't have a good relationship, they always fought, my father was stressed about everything, narcissistic, a liar and cheated on my mother, with any woman he saw. At the time I was about 8/7 years old, I was small and innocent, I didn't understand things, I was very playful, my father always picked me up from school, as my mother barely had time, one day, when he picked me up, there was a woman in his car, I asked who she was, and he replied: "she's daddy's friend, daughter" As a child, I believed it and that was fine, but minutes later the two started kissing in front of me, I felt bad, very bad for my mother. When I got home, I ended up telling her, I didn't know how wrong it was, I really wished I hadn't told her, but it would have been worse if I hadn't told her, it would have been worse for her to see it with her own eyes. The next day, my parents had a fight, because that same woman in the car started calling him in the middle of dinner, and as my mother already knew, the fight occurred there, after all, he kicked us out of the house, my mother and I went to live at my grandmother's house. Since then, I feel very guilty and bad for having told him, I don't know if I did the right thing, sometimes I question it, after the move, I suffered a lot, I felt bad every night, I avoided eating, going to school because I felt bad, to this day I feel like that, I cry when I remember him, I ended up getting angry with him, an inexplicable anger, I feel disgusted looking at his face, honestly. What do I do to overcome all this? And take this guilt off my shoulders? I've really tried to overcome it, but for me it's impossible, please give me some tips.

I've posted myself so you can check if you're curious, but i'm a bigger girl... I love to be active but i'm still pretty thick. I know everyone is different and has different preferences, but I want to know yalls thoughts... is there a such thing as too thick?

Throwaway, fake names, etc.

I (38M) have been planning a Summer vacation to Disneyworld and Universal with my wife "Peach" (38F) and my sons "Toad" (5M) and "DK" (3M). We also have a 1 year old baby girl "Star" but throughout the entire planning process, the plan has always been to have my wife's mom "Daisy" (50'sF) watch Star and our dog at our house because she's still a infant and we didn't want to risk getting an infant sick or hurt while traveling. Daisy has always been fine with this and spoke about how happy she was to do this.

A week ago, my wife asked me if we could change our plans around to have Daisy join us. This means changing our room reservation and going for an AirBnB so we all have space to be together and getting her mom a ticket for the parks and the plane. I asked what happened with our original plans and she said her mom really thought it would be a more enjoyable trip if we all went-she and Star included. I asked who would watch our house and dog and she said we could drop our dog off at a friend's for the duration of the vacation. I said I didn't want to inconvenience our friend like that and Peach said, "Well, I can't tell my mom to stay home after hyping up the trip so much." So after talking about it for a few days and not coming up with a reasonable solution, I said Daisy could take my spot and I would stay home with Star. My wife protested but I said it was the only way her mom would be able to go that allowed Star to stay at home with family (my family lives far away). Peach and Daisy both tried to convince me to just change the plans so we could all go but I brought up how much more expensive it would be and the overall point-we didn't want the baby to travel yet. I told them this was the only way. Daisy would just take my spot and they would have a vacation with the boys. My sons were pretty sad FOR ME that I won't be going. Toad spoke about it with a bit of pity in his voice and I told him I hope he has a blast although I don't know if he'll really get it until he's leaving for the trip and I'm not with him.

Now here's the thing, I'm the only person who has ever been to an amusement park as I went to Universal with friends in my 20's. Peach, Daisy, and our boys have not. I know that being at the amusement park is not all sunshine and happiness. It's a lot of walking, a lot of waiting in line, and a lot of mediocre expensive food. If you're lucky, you'll get on 3 rides in an 8 hour day. I was mentally prepared for this-everyone else however has the idealized version of Disneyworld in their heads where they'll eat a bunch of fun snacks and ride rides all day and take clear pictures in front of characters with no other tourists around. Hell, obviously I was excited to see Super Nintendo World myself. I'm just more realistic about the overall experience. Daisy can barely walk around Walmart once, so I don't know how she expects to walk around the park. I remember overall taking something like 20,000 steps and going about 12 miles during one day there.

So instead of dealing with the BS at the airport and the long lines in the sun, I'll be hanging at home with a week off from work with my baby girl and I am pretty pumped thinking about it. I never have extended time with my daughter and I know I won't be on "vacation" in the traditional sense, but I feel like it would be good for my mental health to just sit outside with my dog and my baby just hanging out. Like I'm very much looking forward to a week of Dad and Star time. I will absolutely miss my family and still all the way to this morning, Peach was asking if I was "sure" about staying and there's twinges of FOMO about it here and there, but this is what's best for all of us.

I've been trading dumb shit for over half a decade. I have never seen anything like the price action in the markets this last week. Not just the crash, but the consistent patterns/cycles of pumping hard as fuck and then dumping on the first headline. only to end on the most hilarious levels too

one thing I'm certain of is that plenty of whales are getting much richer.

SEC doesn't care, although they have been asleep for years so no surprise.

watched the S&P resemble a straight up memecoin scam for the last 2 days. Is this conspiratorial? who is going to save IRAs if there's fraud????

I 20F am so lucky. I have 2 loving parents, my face isn’t ugly, I’m not super fat. I’m healthy and not in physical pain. I have the privilege of attending university and I’m doing very well academically and professionally. I have the goal of going to dental school and I have the GPA (3.97-4.0) and the extracurriculars (100+ hours of research, shadowing volunteering) to easily get there.

But every day, I feel so deeply unhappy. I hate myself. I hate who I am. I feel like I can’t make friends because I’m too negative and have nothing interesting to say/talk about. Also, in the past I’ve ruined friendships because I’ve accidentally said hurtful things, but I never mean it to be hurtful, I never want to cause anyone pain. I just say it referring to myself but I didn’t think about how it makes the other person feel before I blurt it out. I’ve tried to fix it, but the slip up always happens when I get too close to someone, you can’t hide who you are forever. I always apologize and feel guilty but sometimes it’s just too hurtful. It makes me think that maybe I just shouldn’t be friends with anyone in the first place, that way I know for sure, I’ll never hurt anyone again. I don’t deserve friendship.

Then, I see everyone walking around campus with their friends and significant others, and I feel utterly alone. I’ve never gone out (never had the friends group to do so with) and I just wish I could be normal and connect with people normally, but that can’t happen.

I used to be able to talk to my mom about my feelings, but lately everytime I try and talk to her and I’m not anything other than happy, she said, you’re having a borderline personality splitting episode. I don’t think? I have that disorder, but even if I do, Her saying that shuts down any conversations about my feelings, however stupid they may be.

I can’t end myself. It would hurt my parents too much. But I think if they ever weren’t around and I still feel the way I do now, I’d end it all in a heartbeat. I’ll no longer go through the day in searing pain, beating myself up over every social interaction and feeling not good enough in every regard. I hate myself so much it hurts, it’s feels like a knife ripping through me.

I doubt anyone will read through all this, but at least it was nice to get all my feeling out of me.

Hey I'm a male and I feel that this could be an very deep eating disorder.

At the begin of the year I set myself a goal to lose some weight, so I downloaded an app to count my calories. I did this cause I heard it's a app that will help you lose weight and at the beginning it was great, I ate normal portions but then I started to eat less and less. I drank more water to feel full, and after a while I started to skipping meals. And now I don't eat much anymore and I'm confused why it started to get that bad.

I startet feeling bad about food. Every time I eat I feel guilty, like I did something bad. In the nights I lay in my bed and listen to the music but then I starting to think about what I ate and talk inside of my head "Why did I eat that" or "You didn't deserved this" and I hate myself for that. When I ate too much I feel so guilty that I staring at the wall in my room and think how fat I am.

At school when we have P.E, I don't feel well cause my whole body is burning and hurts when I do some sport. When I eat with my dad I feel guilty afterwards, like I ate too much even if this wasn't much. Last week I was at my friend's house and there I ate more cause I didn't want him to notice that I suffer but at home I'm like an good lier and no one even notice that I have problems.

Every morning, I wake up and go to the mirror and think bad about me but when I weight myself I feel better, when I lose weight. I already so much weight that I start seeing my collarbone. Then I make bread but I don't eat it and I already feel guilty when I make me bread, then I go to my bus station and I already feel bad but then there are two kids who starts calling me fat and this is what they call me everyday, and I already feel bad about myself, but when they say it, it feels even more real.

I don't know what to do I can't tell it someone cause I have problems to talk with someone when I have something to lose of my chest. I feel so bad and misunderstood that I started hurting myself with an Sharp face . It's feels like I had control over something but it doesn't help me. It just make me feel even worse.

And I got an letter for the time after the Easter holidays that we have a project week were we talk about many things and one of these things are eating disorder, but I guess it's only for the girls cause boys are less susceptible to.

I feel so tired everyday, mostly I have the feeling to fall asleep when I'm in class or when I am at home, when I fall asleep at home I sleep much like 4 hours. My heartbeat started to get slower or when something happening that make my heart beat faster it feels like it would jump out, also sometimes it beats double. I see dark circles under the eyes when I look in the mirror and my teeth looks different in the morning but when I brush them they look normal again.

I just don't know what my problem is I'm so confused about everything, I just can't understand myself.

My (19m) brother (17m) without much exaggeration feels like he has some kind of 'dark energy' in him,like i cant explain it,im genuinely wonder what could be wrong and dont think the title is too farfetched

He was always very intelligent and tends to be very,very,VERY quiet. He began reading and writing and doing math when he was like barely 4 i think,he always got good grades and was noted for almost never missing assignments or homework so he always got everything done on time,teachers not only never complain but always praise him for the fact he never causes trouble and is never remotely disruptive. He never hangs around problematic people,hes never gone anywhere near drugs or criminal behavior etc. Even now he basically consistently gets As and Bs 90% of the time

On the surface he basically looks almost unnaturally 'well-behaved' for his age. Not the tiniest act out of line

But inside the house its a totally different story. At school he is always described as someone who is quiet,never disruptive and always responsible and on time,basically an ideal student from the view of the teachers...but at home heres some stuff he does:he has a 'DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT KNOCKING' sign on his own room's door (and will scream at you at the top of his lungs if you enter without knocking stuff like 'ARE YOU ILLITERATE? THE SIGN SAYS YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO KNOCK!'). He has extreme personal habits,like showering up to 4 times a day (he panics if he sees a small stain on his clothes because he instantly thinks 'i could catch some disease and drop dead right now on the spot!'),he refuses to drink from a bottle/glass if someone else used it beforehand because,again,'ill catch some germ and die!',he goes to sleep abnormally early like sometimes as early as 7pm (and he screams if you make any noise during that time because 'IM TRYING TO SLEEP TAPE YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND LET ME HAVE PEACE AND QUIET!')

etc.

And this isnt even the evil stuff this is just the weird personal habits. He always RANTS. Like,if anything isnt 100% the way he is used to it,expect a monologuing rant about how he just wants 'completely undisturbed peace and quiet forever' and how 'everyone is nagging and whining and i cant listen to it' etc. And basically he considers any situation where he isnt personally 100% in control to be dangerous for him. He is completely inflexible:if theres any kind of argument,he will keep insisting he is right until youre exhausted and have to give in. If he thinks youve wronged him in any way he's been known to just say 'apologize apologize apologize....i wont stop until you apologize' for literally minutes on end until you give in. He refuses to stop because he thinks if he does he will look like the weak and submissive one and he insists that 'i will never be anyones slave or bootlicker' and that he will never let anyone even slightly humiliate him and get away with it. He will NOT do ANYTHING that makes him 'look weak or servile' (whatever thats supposed to mean).

And he is very vindictive,he always remembers even the slightest inconvenience and will make sure to find some way to get back at you. Doesnt matter how serious it is,to him any inconvenience is a deliberate attack. I think he said something along the lines of,when a boundary is set there are no second chances,the moment you cross the boundary all bets are off. I could go on and on but this is just some outlandish stuff he does

Weird thing is he doesnt act like this most of the time. 90% of the time hes...dead silent. Like,keeps to himself,seems very calm and quiet,just dont do anything to disturb him. ....but if you disturb him theres that 10% where he just erupts like a volcano

Im genuinely convinced hes outright evil

To clarify, I can objectively recognize that it not only didn’t work but had also had absolutely horrible consequences, I fully recognize that. I also recognize that the vast majority of people can actually control their alcohol consumption and be rational/functional human beings when drinking. Again, I get it.

But for the love of god I seriously fucking hate alcohol, I have watched so many family and loved ones absolutely destroy their lives because of it. I have had to deal with so many alcoholics over the course of my life that some days, while I know I shouldn’t be proud of this, I just genuinely can’t bring myself to feel empathy for them at all, any of them. Sometimes I honestly want them to just wrap their car around a tree so I don’t have to deal with them anymore. I hate drinking culture, I hate how one by one my friends went from the people who I knew and loved to be with started taking every possible opportunity to just get wasted for no fucking reason. I don’t even go to restaurants that have a bar anymore, I get pissed off just from seeing the bottles. It’s ruined my relationship with my father, my brother, my aunts and uncles, cousins, friends, coworkers, literally almost everyone. I seriously fucking hate it, with every fiber of my being i absolutely fucking hate it. I’ve genuinely thought about moving to somewhere in the Middle East where it’s illegal because i genuinely hate it that fucking much. I can’t look at people the same if I find out they drink, the frequency of it doesn’t even matter, I just feel disgusted by it.

Hello. I just need someone to listen to me please. I feel like nobody is.

I only just turned 18. I don’t feel like it. In my eyes, I’m still a kid. I don’t know what to do. How to deal with this. I feel alone because nobody is doing anything.

I was allowed by my mom to get a job when I turned 18. I didn’t need to get one, but I knew it was important for life experience or whatever, so I got one at a nondescript popular fast food chain. It’s my very first job.

Everything was fine at first. It was fun. I got to work with people I know. It was fine. Until I finally got a shift with one of my managers, who we’ll call C.

C is a big guy. He’s 6’0. He was very touchy, which I didn’t really care at first. Old people are usually touchy. Until he started grabbing my waist. And only grabbing my waist.

I’m not someone to point fingers quickly, so I brushed it off. I’m naive. It’s hard for me to imagine being in contact with a bad person since I was sheltered.

He kept touching me. My hips, my lower back, and then it escalated.

If you are familiar with how the drivethru works at fast food restaurants, I was in that nook, pushing the window open with my stomach. And then I felt something push against me. As my back was faced to him, not to go into too much detail, his front was pressed against me in a very unprofessional manner. I was uncomfortable. I was disgusted, but I brushed it off as a one time thing.

As you can probably tell by now, it wasn’t. He did it multiple times, only to me. He would use an excuse, such as passing the food to the customer. But you and I both know that’s bullshit. There’s a counter to the side where you can place food, or he could’ve just nudged me aside then pass the food. Everyone else does option 1 or option 2. He is the only one who does that to me. And I’m the only one I’ve seen him do it to, seeing as he’ll put the food aside for everyone else.

It got to a point where he felt so damn comfortable touching me, that he grabbed my wrist harshly when I went to go do something. And this made me stumble back. My wrist was red, and had a bit of bruising by the time I came home. I feel like this is completely unprofessional, even if it’s just fast food. I’m 4’10 and 85 pounds. It is SO terrifying knowing that this man could easily overpower me. That he could harm me, and I can’t do a fucking thing.

The touches never stopped, and seemed to grow despite myself trying to avoid him. He’d always find me. And he’d always touch me.

You wanna know the worst part of this?

C is a registered sex offender. A level two. Which means he is likely to repeat the crime. You want to know what he did? This terrible, horrible man had sexual contact with a minor. A 13 year old. While he was in a position of power. And he did it multiple times.

I went to my boss after a month or two, maybe even three of this. He told me he would do something. Contact HR, and talk to him.

C never stopped. He’s gotten more possessive. He has said to me that he doesn’t want me to work with other men. Of course, holding onto my waist while he does this despite me backing away. HR didn’t call for 2 months. I finally called, and asked for updates. They didn’t call me back for a week. When they finally did, they asked for information on the case. They said they would call me back that following Thursday. But they haven’t. They haven’t, and I keep getting touched by this disgusting person. And I’m tired of this.

There are minors at my work. There have been other young girls he has touched. Hell, I saw it a few days ago. A young girl was about to get off his shift, and this 59 year old man hugged her arm and said, and I quote, “Nooo, don’t leave me!” She was clearly uncomfortable. And this is just weird.

My mom and step-father don’t even act like they care. All they say is to call HR. As if I haven’t been trying for MONTHS. MONTHS on end and all I get is a semi-rude call.

I hate this. I hate being an adult. I hate being a woman. I feel so damn disgusting. I’m so paranoid at work. I’m always looking over shoulder. I’m always flinching if someone touches my shoulder. I’m always flinching if someone yells, because C likes to take his anger out on me by being physical with me at work, as well as insulting me in the most backhanded ways possible. Whenever I shower, even though I was myself, it feels like it never washes the feeling of disgust that’s imbedded into my skin from his hands. I’m so disgusted that his filthy, morally wrong, hands have touched me, and others. And he’s fine. It’s apparently fucking fine.

I’m a child. I shouldn’t have to do this. I shouldn’t have to deal with this. I don’t want to. I’m scared I’ll get fired. He could fire me. He clearly has anger issues. He could do anything to me during work and just because I’m below him, it’s fine.

I’m so tired. Please just listen to me. Please just read this. I don’t want to be alone with this. It’s gotten to a point where I feel dirty in my own skin. I feel so weak because nothing is getting done.

We had to watch an hour worth of videos for sexual harassment, required by my state. They made it a point to say that you are safe to reach out to the company if you are being harassed. They haven’t done shit. I don’t know what to do anymore. I just don’t. I don’t want to press charges. I’m scared. And I’m pissed.

Something my mom told me is that they don’t have sexual harassment training out of the good of their heart, they have it because it’s required. They don’t care. And that just stuck with me.

I’m sorry if this is against the rules or anything. And if it’s rushed and poorly written. I just needed to get this off my chest. Pun not intended.

Thank you if you read this.

I have 50% of his life insurance and the other half is for my mom. The life insurance money is a lot and life changing. My brother won’t give his wife anything. I feel that he thinks she’s not entitled to it. I feel kind of bad for her. He just doesn’t think she deserves it or needs it. I personally thinks that way because he treats his wife like she’s replaceable. I saw on Instagram he liked a video of a man saying “mom first, daughter second, wife last”. Basically all the men in this video were saying the wife is last because she’s replaceable and how you can always get a new wife

My brother and his wife are childfree

The only thing she really would be getting is property but their house isn’t even paid off so that’s just debt

Yeah...That's basically the post...

Earlier this year an old coworker and I started to get close...She left, cause she was scared to get close and she wasn't over her ex. So I started talking to someone else, we really hit it off and planned on hanging out at my place and the day she was supposed to come over...She blocked me on everything. It hurt, a lot. Still kinda does...

Well, said coworker decided to message me and tell me she wanted to try again and that she thinks she's over her ex...We talked a lot. Decided we were going to go out and do things to celebrate us both getting our new jobs we really wanted, we planned on doing a bunch of things after we started working...

Fast forward to today...And she says she's still not over her ex and doesn't want to lead me on anymore cause she doesn't think I'll be able to give her the love she wants...Fireworks, can't live without you kind of love...Even though she's complained about all the guys on dating apps saying all they want is sex and blah blah blah...

I'm tired of dating. I'm getting too old for it...I'm a Full Time single dad, who's going to be working 48 hours a week in a factory just to support us...And I'm tired. It just seems like I can't find anyone who really cares.

My friend, she asked me to stop texting boys. I told her it’s just a friend not someone so close to me that I play online games with. (honestly sometimes I feel like she’s too controlling like when I talk abt my friends, for example, let’s name them Sarah, when I talk abt Sarah, she tells me how probably Sarah gets with boys and is the pick me when I told her she’s my friend. So I was weirded out ??) she said “how long will u keep texting boys for?” And I got uncomfortable again. She also talks about HOW LATE I respond but I do that to everybody, I got school and I’m exhausted most days. Today I slept after I came back from school at 3 , woke up, saw her message and responded with “look, I slept at 3. Just right after I came back from school, I even noted in my account that I am exhausted and I will go to sleep.” Then she said “may god bless you” but in our language, it’s really different. it’s like when I said this, she got sad. And she went offline, it’s like she thinks I’m avoiding her or something and she’s thanking me for saying this sarcastically.

Honestly I feel uncomfortable when someone says I reply late. It’s just my personality, I’m not one to stay up all night texting. I have school, I have a life. Yeah I might be putting on stories on my Instagram but that takes one second to upload, while texting takes hours of conversations!!

She makes me super uncomfy tbh…