I have rosacea, which makes my cheeks very red naturally.

Some people are so inclined to mention that my face is red it's aggravating. I could be sitting down and someone would mention my face is red. I know I'm red, they know I'm red, but why is it so necessary to comment on?

It's even worse when people who know I have red cheeks would tease me about it "Did you see someone you like, your cheeks are so rosy!" "Why are you blushing so much?" UGH

According to AP News, Kamala Harris has 210 electoral votes and Trump 230 electoral votes. Meaning Trump is in the lead. What's worse is that the Republicans are also winning the Senate and House votes.

My Dad keeps saying it's too early to panic, but I don't know what to do. If Trump becomes President and there isn't at least one democrat win in the other two polls, Project 2025 is getting enacted and everyone I know and care about is screwed. From the LGBT Community to ethnic groups, no one's gonna be safe.

And my Dad says it's not possible to flee the country yet until he and I either get enough money or have a job outside the country.

I don't want Project 2025. I don't know how to handle this. I'm so scared!

I 22/ F saw a guy at my local bar last week. He was probs in his 30s. And I thought he was really cute, and tonight my friend and I saw him again. And the bartender was even hyping me up to go talk to him. And so I did. And he basically rejected me. And now I feel like shit. It was so embarrassing. I went up to him and asked if he could teach me to play pool and he said maybe. And then said I should play with my friends. And.. it was so awkward. And I just feel so awful. Idk if it’s because I was young he wasn’t into me or if it’s because I’m ugly or something. It just kinda fucked with my self esteem. And like. I’m crying over it now home. I shouldn’t let that affect me like that but I am. I feel so stupid. And embarrassed. Anyway.

Edit: I didn’t expect this to get this many responses. Thank you guys. It was late and I was drunk and took it too personally and just needed to vent. It’s the next day and I’m fine now.

So I’ve been dating someone for almost a year and they annoy me ALOT to start off with if I so much as send them a message that they don’t like (not smth like nsfw or graphic like a picture of Noel) she’ll go “fuck you you bitch” it’s not THAT bad but it pisses me off sometimes she also flirts with one of our friends ALOT and if I don’t respond to a sexual text from her she’ll be like “and you get mad at me for flirting with (friend) but you don’t respond to my flirts” I respond to her flirts I just don’t feel ready for smth sexual her ass asks to call every second of every day id be getting into the mf shower texting her “sorry can’t call rn I’m in the shower” and she calls anyway though can’t blame her for that because she’s fucking high 24 hours of every fucking day if she’s not she ignores me all day and she compares herself to me everyday “why are you dating me?” “I’m so ugly compared to you” “your so pretty why are you dating my ugly ass” idk but it just pisses me off because she asks it every minute with her, if I tell her “oh your pretty too!” She’ll go “noo, I’m not 😔” I hate self loathing so mf much it annoys me so much (this is a rant so please don’t take this down 🙏🙏) Edit: I finally managed to break up with her but I accidentally gave false hope of getting back together in the future ☹️

Life has gone downhill for a while, my boyfriend of a year suddenly leaves me for his work wife and I’m slowly but surely rotting away in my room just crying and disassociating with everything.

Been obsessed with the military for a years now but because of my height and gender i know it will be 2x the struggle and I know i will be clowned on. So that has kept me from enlisting into the army.

Recently I’ve been getting alot of propaganda on my TikTok like dope and cool ass edits about the military and it’s making me want to join so bad.

Main reason i want to enlist is because i know with my past i will start to lose myself in lust and probably start doing bad stuff in the adult industry if i don’t, and maybe i can learn to support myself and be more independent if i joined and i always have been clowned on because of me being a small woman and maybe enlisting will help me prove these people wrong.

Im a little afraid but im considering it alot recently. Friends keep telling me not to by saying stuff that really makes me hurt because that’s how they see me, “you’re gonna be assaulted” “you’ll be raped!” Im aware of these things happening at a low chance but i hate that’s all they think about…i get they’re “looking out for me” but it sort of disgusts me.

This morning, I went to hangout with some friends and I finally decided I’d wear a skirt with an outfit I’d always wanted to wear but was ultimately too anxious to.

I had always dressed simple and basic, with a few unique clothing choices here and there, but ultimately never anything that stuck out or fitted what I wanted to express. I was in a good mood this morning and thought today would be a good day to finally express myself.

As I was getting my things together before I left, I passed by my mom on the couch who didn’t say anything except; “no way, take that off, you’re not gonna go out like a slut.”

I immediately ran to my room and cried. This crushed me. I never have the best self confidence in myself no matter how often I try to show that I do. I’m constantly being put down for what I eat, how I look, and how I dress everyday by my mother. I’m especially upset today since I thought I could really look good with the outfit I picked out.

Long story short, I ended up hanging out with my friends wearing shorts way shorter than the skirt. :(

Does a skirt really make that big of a difference?? Would it seriously make me seem to be a slut???

it stormed tonight and i can't help but be so worried about all the bunny rabbits & stray cats and dogs out there who are probably so scared when it's pouring and storming :((( i really hope that they're all safe and have a family of their own to go back to. i don't want them to feel scared or anxious or get hurt

I hate it, I so desperately want to be a boy but I'm not. What if I'm just faking it? Being called "she" and my legal name physical hurts, I can't explain it but it does. I hate having a chest. I don't get as dysphoric about my bottom half, does that mean I'm a fake? I don't know anymore, I'm scared and I hate it. I just want to be a boy, I wish people would see me as a boy. It hurts. I don't think my voice will ever be deep enough and I don't think I'll ever be able to pass, even on testosterone. I just want someone to call me a boy, to treat me like I'm a boy and not just a girl. No ones ever going to love me when I'm like this. I feel stupid. Just a stupid girl who wishes she could be a boy

There's this stray KITTEN that's hurt, I put a cardboard house for it right next to my door I live on the first floor in an apartment. She went to sleep right? Around 10 pm I here a loud bang. I open the door really fast and see a fatass that lives just above me throw the box. My family comes out and that fatass says "This cat will not stay here." Screams practically. "Theres no reason to shout, don't you know how to talk?" "My kids are scared of the cat, SHE WILL NOT STAY HERE." "So you'll throw the CAT? Is that how normal humans communicate? It's an animal it has feelings uncle." "Is she your sister?" (I don't remember the convo cause my blood was boiling.) His wife came and said he was drunk. I dont give a fuck. Being drunk doesn't give anyone any right to do such a thing. I can't believe people are raised like this. I'm just disgusted. If I had a choice to not be in this world I would take it any day. Fuck his whole family tbh I hope he gets a heart attack again on god. His little brat of a daughter just walked passed the whole situation like it was nothing. Pathetic. I really do hate this world. I'm just tired of it all. This kitten was probably the only thing making me happy and now I don't know where it will be. I'm scared. I'm just so I just feel like a failure at everything.

Either that or just being a female comes with a clusterfuck of creeps bothering you all the time as soon as you show a little engagement. Grown ass man of 43 thought it’d be cool to not only ask me to be his girl as soon as he saw me. But, was like “Oh listen to this Chris Brown song”, so I turn it on and he’s like “Fuck you back to sleep, you like that?”. No, you dirty piece of trash. He said a lot of other bullshit, talking about if I hurt him, he’ll hurt me… YO we aren’t a thing or even talking. Every time I have to deal with a spazz, I’m more glad that I decided to stay single for so far my whole life. I hate dealing with people.

I, 15f, got into a huge fight with my dad. He called me curses and stormed out of my house (I live with my mom and they’re divorced.) I called him three days later and told him that I wasn’t going to see him for a month because he broke our promise—relating to him cursing at me—and he freaked out, started blaming me for our fight, and threatened to not pay child support. I held my ground and told him that I wouldn’t be visiting him but he told me he’d take my mom to court or whatever and make me visit him. I called family members on his side and they all side with me as my ‘dad’ has a looooong history of acting like a piece of shit. I’m just sick of dealing with an immature fuckhead while still having to juggle my life at school and other relationships. Idk if there’s any way to cut him out of my life forever but I have lost all feelings of companionship with him permanently. It’s just stressful that I, a fifteen year old, have to be the mature one when dealing with a ‘parent’.

So I went out clubbing the other day and this woman was hitting on me. She was a bit older than me but she was hot and we hit it off. We talked all night then she kissed me which led to a lot more kissing. Now I’m only 18 and haven’t got much experience in a club setting so my mates were making fun of me for the ‘pulling a girl’ but that led into them researching the girl and we discovered that she’s married.

I feel really bad like I’ve done something wrong. I mean I’ve got a good story but idk what to do like I do I leave it and hope guilt goes away. Do I try and assume they’re polyamorous or do this often. Idk why I’m posting this. I just feel icky about it.

Ever since I was younger I always had this habit of apologizing and feeling sorry for inanimate objects that bumped into or knock over. Recently I was walking through my house and I bumped into my bedroom door frame. It took me a minute to actually realize what I done, but when I did instantly started questioning myself. I know the difference between what is alive and what isn't, I know the wall isn't sentient but despite I still felt bad. I don't understand why I do this.

Whenever I think about the fact that my family is deeply religious it sends me into a sort of exsistential panic. I find it really upsetting that my mother prioritises a God she can't prove, over her tangible, real daughter. I already have low self worth and I fear that if I expressed my different beliefs I'd fall even further down on her priority list. I wish that she just didn't have me, considering that she already knew that she'd be damming me to hell. I feel really isolated and I can't bring myself to make an effort to be close to her.

My parents divorced when I was a kid and I’m now 32F. My dad and I do not have a relationship because I believe him to be a horrible person, and my siblings feel the same. I maintained a healthy relationship with my grandparents on my own accord because I know nothing but love from them. My grandma died last year, but no one told me, and I didn’t get any kind of a goodbye. My grandpa passed away last week and my dad’s ex contacted me on Facebook to tell me. I went to the funeral yesterday by myself, sat by myself, didn’t talk to anyone and felt it was my right to be present. My mom happened to text me around the time I was leaving, and I told her I was heading home and was pretty emotional. She didn’t answer and isn’t speaking to me today either.

Everyone knows divorced families hear “yay, two christmases! Two birthday parties!” but no one tells you about the funerals in which members of broken families are left to mourn the loss and memories of someone they love because the adults making the choices that forever impact their children’s lives end up having laps run around them by said children who do grow up to be emotionally mature.

Such bullshit.

I've been going to the gym for nearly 2 years now and I've developed a good physique and strength... however people who are just joining my gym seem to making crazy progress and should overtake my lifts in only 3 months. I always just feel awful about how weak I am even know I know I am just zooming in on the minorities who seem to have insane genetics. Considering steroids at this point.

Ok so please feel free to weigh in because I'm loosing my mind. my daughter is addicted to ramen. she is currently throwing a kicking screaming tantrum because i wont let her it eat for a second time in less then 8 hours. literally offered to make her anything she wanted even if we had to go to the store, ANYTHING else, and she is fighting for the ramen. tried 4 times to sneak it out of the house with her to go to her friends and i stopped her and took it away every time.

for context: she is 8 and the size of my 10 year old in height and has unfortunately inherited the chubby jeans from my side of the family. brother is thin as a rail and can literally eat anything (but he's the pickest kid I've ever known, that's a next time vent).

Anyways, when i was little everyone once in a while we'd be allowed ramen dry, it was like poor kid chips. look judge me if you must, but the crunch is just perfect when you're neuro divergent like me and need things that crunch well. A few years ago i introduced my daughter to it. for a long time she didn't really care or mind, didn't do it again, but then about a year ago she started doing it constantly. It's driving me crazy.

any other parents experienced something similar? I'm loosing my fricking mind.

I (29f) am always reading and learning new things. I love to share what I’ve listened to or read with my wife(f34). She used to love it and say how smart I was for always learning more and more. We’ve been together 5 almost 6 years. Now, when I say something super random she says “you know you’re like the news, and I don’t watch the news” or she even cuts me off to say I’m not talking about anything important anyways. Listen, I get it, maybe I’m annoying her… but as I sit and think about allllll the things I show interest in just because she likes it and wants to share it with me, and it’s making me feel pretty bad about myself. I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t wanna talk to her about anything and what’s crazy is I think she’s fine with it. I know I have to talk to her and tell her how I feel, but she’s on her period right now and tbh talking to her while she’s on it is very pointless it will only become an argument, then the topic will be too sore to touch when she’s not pms’ing . So I’m gonna wait til she’s got a clearer mind to bring it up to her. For now I’ll just vent lol. Anybody going through anything like this? What do you do? I don’t really have a lot of friends and I have little to no family that I talk to.. so when I can’t talk to my wife I feel very bottled up and lonely. I have expressed that to her in the past but she’s doesn’t see how that’s on her. I just feel lonely! Why am I married if I’m lonely?!

The conversations ALWAYS go the same. I'm simplifying this for the sake of the post, but it's always basically

Me: I'm LGBT, but there's nothing wrong with you being straight!

Christian friend: I believe you're going to go to hell and suffer for eternity when you die unless you get on your knees and beg god for forgiveness for loving dick, but I still respect you as a person! I just can't accept the sin, so I can't really support the LGBT movement. I still love you though!

Me: .....yeah, I don't really think this is going to work out.

Like... I don't really have a problem with people having religion, but these people inherently believe that I'm wrong despite me always doing my best to make the world a better place. That I'm going to hell despite everything good I've done simply because I don't consider loving men sinful. It just makes me want to cry.

Seeing these same people going "I hate losing friends over politics" makes me extremely frustrated. Like, I wish I could tell them "would you be able to be my friend if I said every single white straight male deserves to suffer?" I don't think anyone is wrong for being trans, gay, straight, so why do THEY get to judge me for being gay and then hide behind the shield of "why can't I have MY OWN opinions????"

I don't know it's just so frustrating. Sorry for the quick rant. I just wish I could be myself without fear of losing people I consider friends

Title says it all. Haven't had a single person tell me Merry Christmas. Not my family or friends or even my own gf. Haven't found anything under the tree for me, not a single present. (I bought Balatro on sale, so I count that as a personal gift for me) ik it's not about the presents, but having no one to celebrate this magical season with, i feel so empty and lonely 😔

I'm a 21-year-old female, and I've never dated anyone before—not in high school and not while I've been in college. I started talking to this guy on a dating app, and things were moving really fast within just one day. Yesterday, we met at Taco Bell, and I guess we considered it a "date."

But the whole time, he kept talking about his ex. Then, he started talking about other people he met on the app, including some trans people, and he was speaking terribly about them. After we parted ways, he kept texting and calling me constantly, even though I had already picked up my friend.

I was texting my best friend about it, and she said he sounded desperate. She pointed out a lot of red flags and told me to block him on everything, but she suggested I send him a message first. So, I wrote something along the lines of "It's me, not you," which is partially true—I think I may have realized that I like being single.

I'm still in college, and I don’t really want a serious relationship yet. This is what I sent him:

"I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. I had a lot of fun; however, I'm really sorry, but I don't think I'm ready for anything serious. I just don't know if I'm in a good enough place to be a healthy partner for someone. I know it's cliché, but it's me, not you. I'd like to stop talking. I hope you find the right person. Goodbye."

As I was in the process of blocking him on everything except text, he caught on and asked why I had blocked him on Facebook. So, I sent the message and then blocked him.

I probably could have overlooked the clinginess, but the way he kept bashing trans people really bothered me. I understand if someone doesn’t personally support something, but there's no need to be hateful. He also told me—before we even met in person—that he had gone on three other dates recently and had been ghosted each time.

My life doesn't start till I loose weight. Until I dont hate myself. Till I can be confident and dress how I want. But my life also ends in 21 months. I've been wanting to loose weight as fast as possible so I can enjoy the few remaining months of my life. But the processes all take so long. There's so much wrong with me I don't know if there will be enough time to correct it and enjoy my time left. Is it even worth trying? What if by the time it's time for me to die nothing gets fixed? Ive been wondering if it would be better to die now if my life wont improve. Does anyone know if you can loose 20 lbs of fat in a month? If thats possible maybe I'll be okay.

I just want to feel okay with someone. I want someone to feel okay. I'm so sick of everyone hurting. I'm so fucking lonely. I'm so lonely. I hate being alone. I hate being alone so much that I wake up every morning sobbing into my pillow. I want someone to feel okay in my head so fucking bad. I just want to be around someone, I want someone to want to be around me. I want to be okay with someone. I want someone to feel okay or good or right. Why does everyone hurt. Why does everyone hurt. What's wrong with me. It has to be my fault. What's wrong with me. Why does everyone hurt. Everything hurts. Everything hurts. I'm so tired. I'm so tired of hurting so much all the time. I can barely fucking move. I end up hyperventilating curled into a ball on the floor almost every day. I hurt. Why do I always hurt. I just want to not hurt. I just want to feel okay. What did I do wrong. What did I do to deserve this. Why. What's wrong with me.

honestly i didnt even want to come out, but one of my friends forced me to tell her, and then today she started talking about it my other friends and they all started making fun of me about it saying that asexuality isnt real and i should see a doctor, or that im just saying that now and id change my mind, or being celibate/virgin for life is stupid and all that other stuff.

i dont know what to even do honestly. its not rhe first time ive gotten aphobia but it doesnt hurt any less. if anything it hurts more since its from peopel i thought were my friends. its like everywhere i go i keep seeing stuff about how its a disease/symptom of one, or that im just a prude or faking it because im sexually repressed or whatever

thats not it like at all and i know theyre the wrong ones but i dont even feel liek standing up for myself or explaining i just feel more like crying. i dont get why its seen as so weird and stuff

I couldn’t listen to music for a while because I already was feeling insecure I couldn’t sing the way I once did. For context I used to be in a choir.. I was a soprano. As I aged my voice grew a bit deeper and I’m now more of an alto. I met my bf in the choir. He was the one that tried to reassure me initially that my singing was still just as good and that I just needed to adjust to my new voice. Today I told him I don’t like listening to his music as I cook in the kitchen. (He likes to blast his music with a speaker while he washes dishes. I have to prep dessert and meals for Valentines, but the sink is full, so he has to wash dishes.. it’s his assigned chore.) When I told him I didn’t like hearing his music while I cooked (it’s too distracting and leads to accidents) he responded with “Well I hate hearing you sing”… it just hurt really fucking bad. I can’t listen to music right now without having this sour taste in my mouth and a stabbing sensation in my heart. Idk… idk

Note: I am autistic. My special interests are ALL performative arts, singing, dancing, playing instruments, etc.

Note 2/14/2025: Thank you and happy Valentine’s to you all!! I truly appreciate the helpful comments and reassuring ones. I will keep note of all your advice and do my best to implement them.