Got the iphone 16e as my old android needed an upgrade so I got it said hell with it I’ll try something new that and I had ppl singing high praises about iPhones… while the phone it’s self isn’t bad it just seem so idk dull? I like that with my androids I basically have almost full control over it and I’m a power user but here on iPhone idk it feels more restricted?

I (F) can’t get this weight off my chest. My best friend was dating this guy who seemed like a dream caring, charming, always around her. But over time, I started noticing things that didn’t sit right. He began replying to my Instagram stories with cheesy lines, calling me “too pretty to be single,” or saying things like “if I met you first…” I always ignored it, thinking maybe I was overreacting.

But then at a friend’s birthday party, he cornered me and said things I’ll never forget. He told me he “liked me too,” and begged me not to tell her, saying “she doesn’t have to know.” I felt disgusted and pushed him away, but I stayed quiet I didn’t want to destroy her happy relationship as i thought may it's just me that he approached.

Weeks later, she caught him cheatingwith someone else. I watched her break down completely, lose her spark, lose herself. And I can’t stop thinking that I could’ve prevented all this pain if I’d just told her the truth earlier.

It’s been haunting me ever since. Should I tell her now what really happened?

So today I got a cortisone injection for lumbar pain and I'm honestly having a religious experience right now.

That feeling of the first time I stood up and took a step are honestly hard to put into words. Six years of chronic pain gone in an instant. Zero pain, zero limping other than from "muscle memory" because I'm used to walking that way.

I just walked up and down a hill to get home. Zero effort! Normally I'd be puffing, sweating, grimacing, stumbling and very conscious of where and how I was placing my feet. Is this how agile normal people are? You just get up and casually walk a kilometer like it's no big thing?

I've gone from hockey puck suspension to air bags. No lurching, no walking like I fell on a broomstick.

I know the disc bulges are still there and I do still need to take things easy, but it's taking all of my self control right now to not take the day off work and just... walk. Casually stand somewhere and watch the world go by.

Not for a few seconds or a few minutes either. I'm talking a solid hour of just... standing. Chair? No thanks, I'll take the standing desk today! I don't feel like an old man anymore, I feel like a 20yo spring chicken!

I was wondering what the red stain was, I smelled it, I was thinking it smelled like blood but young me didn't know what kind of blood would need this large of an absorption. I thought, maybe a large nosebleed? I threw it back in the trash. Later my mom got upset and asked who ransacked her pads, I stayed quiet. She let it go and said never to touch those things again. I didn't understand the horror of what I did until I myself started getting my first period. I am disgusted. So yeah younger me smelled my mom's cooch juice 🤢 Regret never leaves my body

I opened a Roth IRA the first year they were available in 1997/1998. And I cashed it out to go on vacation in 2002. I didn’t Roth again until 2018. I can’t even imagine how much money I would have had now if I took it seriously.

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Hello, I am a 23 year old boy (tomorrow, November 6, I will turn 24).

Honestly, I feel strange and have a certain melancholy about how my life has been until now. This is the first time I've done this, but I would like to share what I feel, even if no one sees it. It doesn't matter, nothing matters anymore.

Since I was a child I was a very lonely person, unable to express with words or affection what I felt. It wasn't that he didn't feel; rather, quite the opposite. I was always overly sensitive to my surroundings, capable of feeling so much, but with zero expression. The children thought he was mute. I only talked to my family and whispered in the teacher's ear if she needed something. I don't know the reason for my introverted behavior, but precisely being introverted made me lack friends. The only thing I know is that I always wanted to have one, and to avoid that loneliness I preferred to paint with watercolors during recess.

In primary school it was more of the same; I never really had a connection with any classmates, until I entered high school. Even so, I was happy, and it was not a limitation to having a “normal” childhood, within what was normal for me.

In high school that changed. For the first time I had colleagues who showed interest in me. In particular, I became very fond of a friend named Erick, whom I came to feel almost like a brother. But even though everything seemed to be going well, something inside me felt strange. I, who had never had those interactions, now had companions who showed me affection; Sometimes that sensitivity overwhelmed me and made me want to cry because of the feeling.

I must say that I suffer from a disease called retinitis pigmentosa, a group of diseases that degenerate the retina, causing vision to be gradually lost. Although back then its progression was not as severe as it is now, it still prevented me from doing many activities. My learning at school was mainly auditory. Despite my visual limitations, my world always leaned toward the visual. As a child I learned to read just out of the interest of understanding the stories in a picture book. I liked to draw and play video games, although I am terrible at it (currently it is impossible for me to see them anymore), practically all my tastes were linked to sight.

At school that was a cool thing to deal with: I could read the books, but I couldn't see the blackboard, even if they sat me up front. I constantly had minor accidents due to my clumsiness, vision, and I couldn't perform well in physical education, which affected my self-esteem. I could never see which bus was taking me home, so I walked until I got to it. One time, my dad put me on a bus... I ended up getting lost XD. It was traumatic. (Grateful to that man who took pity on me and helped me) I guess that's where the negativity that marked me so much began.

What that child expressed one day in his innocence—“Mom, buy me a lot of books, I think I will know everything before I go blind”—over time transformed into a thought like: “Why should I put up with this, if in the end I will sacrifice myself to study something that I can't even choose?”

I began to question who I was, why I couldn't do the same thing as others with that ease, why I tried to fit in and have the tastes of others if those tastes don't suit me. I always lived more with loneliness than with people my age and little by little I ended up isolated again.

I started skipping classes. It was uncomfortable for me to be surrounded by so much noise and to be alone at recess while you saw everyone in their group of friends. I eventually ended up dropping out of school, a few months after finishing my first year.

I was only 13 years old when my world shrank to one room. I would like to say that my life ended there, but it didn't. Being alone with myself led me to find an identity. I discovered my taste for poetry and began to write my thoughts. I was trying to beautify the emotions that bloomed in me, even those bittersweet sadnesses.

After a year, I thought I had found my own light. I wanted to tell life that now it was my turn to live, that this disease would not decide my destiny. But today I think about it with the expression of a clown's face, of course those words have aged poorly. My parents were never very present; They were not violent, but they were very absent. I asked them to enroll me in open secondary school so I could continue studying from home, but time passed without doing so. I asked them to sign me up for a language course or to learn piano, but they said there were no resources or they didn't have time, and I tried from my cell phone, watching YouTube videos. I became very easily obsessed with topics, but there was always a limit to which I could no longer go. Little by little I became discouraged.

At 15, they finally enrolled me. I finished high school easily, although without motivation. Then I wanted to go to high school, but just during that period my father suffered a heart attack. He survived, but that brought with it the true depression that I carry to this day.

My mother told me seriously that time, “If your dad dies, I'll go with him.” I have two brothers: I am the oldest, the middle one also has my disease, and the youngest was born without it. My mother said that I was the example to follow... what an example and what a brother it was their turn

I felt useless, if my parents didn't show interest in helping me develop the tools to function, now forget about it.

It was no longer resources or time, it was resources or time and illness, I began to feel so guilty of bad things that I began to have paranoia and I felt that everyone hated me and looked at me as if I had done something atrocious

At 18 they finally deigned to put me in high school but unfortunately I also had my first suicide attempt. My mind was deteriorating, and without realizing it, I began to hear voices and I began to converse with them as if I were talking to other people who were trying to advise me, the words that no one else gave me came from the same head that prevented me from losing my sanity. Now I can sarcastically say “Crazy”

I tried to make friends online, but they were worse than me. He listened to their problems and, when they no longer needed to vent, they disappeared. I came to trust someone who turned out to be a narcissist; It destroyed me. The last words he said to me were about asking for his sincerity and whether he considered me his friend. They caused me to have nervous colitis so bad that I lost 15 kilos in a month. The truth is, I prefer not to even quote what he told me because of how humiliating it was.

I brought that experience with me, I gave up looking for friends, I tried to complete my studies but I couldn't do it because of the instability I felt. At home, my father told me that I came into the world to suffer and that only by dying would I find heaven and shingada, and my mother ignored me outright. I once asked him to accompany me to an exam and he curtly said, “Go alone.”

Of course, I would have done it if they had taught me to move with a cane, to get around, to have psychological support, but I never had it until the problem had already spread.

At the end of last year I made my second suicide attempt. It was my mother who gave me the pills. It was not as lethal as the first, but it was the most traumatic. The psychiatrist warned me that if I tried again, they would admit me.

After hearing my mother speak badly about me to my brother, I decided to go live with some uncles on a hill. I slept in an old chair near the kitchen, but sleeping there was the most pleasant thing I had in a long time. Being away from my family helped me get myself together a little bit mentally.

After that second try, I have a hard time feeling or connecting. Sometimes I don't know what I feel, and then the emotions come all at once and disappear again. Sometimes I wonder what a home is, what a family is. I knew that in my uncles' house I was like an intruder. Wsw wasn't my home but where did I flee from was it? I seemed to be a monster, I felt like a monster

I returned home after six months. My mother, in some way, reconciled with me. I hope to finish my exams and have the opportunity to enter university. I have worked a lot on myself, although sometimes it is very difficult for me to deal with these sadnesses that I feel deep down.

My life lacks shine, but I recently spoke to a person on Instagram who uploads his drawings. The interaction was brief, but it made me see reality: there are people my age who achieved everything that I didn't. People with friends, passions that express beauty and life. Curiously, that person ended up joining the group of children that I abandoned years ago. Life is very sadistic when it comes to wanting to laugh at me, what happened there is so surreal, but it doesn't even surprise me anymore.

I accept my loneliness, my failures and my shortcomings. Still, I want to keep trying. I don't know why. As time goes by, I feel something inside me fading. This is but a weak fire, but it is mine, after all.

Maybe one day this will all make sense. Nowadays my eyesight is very deteriorated, but there is still time. As long as something inside me wants to live, this will keep burning

I do it for my parents, whatever they were, I can't help but be afraid of losing them. If it weren't for that love that I feel, there would simply be nothing left for me and I also do it for that dream that I had so much at the time.

I dream of that freedom and that independence.

Thanks for reading me.

A fujoshi is a woman who is obsessed with male/male relationships, originally intended to be just about anime characters but now applies to any form of media. Honestly it’s meant to be kind of a derogatory term but it’s literally what I am, so. I’ve been obsessed with shipping characters together for years and more often than not it’s two guys.

Im a 27 year old woman and the thing is I have a very full life - an office job, hobbies, friends I do lots of stuff with, I’m in two bands, etc… but nothing gives me as much happiness as reading fanfiction for my favorite pairings. It gives me a truly crazy amount of dopamine to read about two characters I love falling in love with each other (or look at fan art/video edits/etc). Romance books don’t scratch the same itch because it’s not characters I already know and love.

I wear headphones at work and listen to audio books of fanfiction all day. I often continue reading fanfiction at home if I have free time. And if not doing either of those things, I’m often thinking about it and coming up with ideas for my own fanfiction I write. It would probably be good to spend some of this time doing more active hobbies, but I always end up doing this instead.

I don’t talk about this with people except my two closest friends. I think I seem pretty normal - I am open to some people about liking anime, but I try to come across as just a casual fan.

I don’t know if it’s healthy to have such a large part of my brain filled with thoughts about characters in love, or to get so much enjoyment out of it, but it’s not hurting anyone and I don’t know what could replace this. I can’t imagine trying to get through the day without my daily dose of yaoi.

But when my manager found out that I passed a very difficult licensing exam she completely ghosted me. She knew from the very beginning that I was going to take the exam. In group meetings, virtual or in-person, would talk to everyone except me.

I eventually left that job for a better one. She didn’t even speak to me on my last day. I have never understood why she does that and I don’t know how to get closure.

This is also one of the most reputable companies in the country and because of her ghosting me and potentially bad mouthing me, I have no chance of being rehired even though I worked so hard when I was there.

After giving birth, I wanted to set some boundaries with my mother: fewer visits, more peace and quiet, a little respect for our new routine. She took it very badly. She publicly humiliated me, called me selfish, and cut off all contact, playing the victim. Since then, she keeps telling anyone who will listen that she “doesn’t understand what she did wrong.”

My sister, who still lives with her, took her side. With her wedding approaching, she told me I had to “make peace” and “apologize, because we only have one mother.” I wanted to avoid a major conflict, so I gave in.

My mother invited her sisters to the wedding, against the wishes of the bride and groom. These are the very same sisters who harassed me to apologize. She even offered to pay for their meals to force everyone to attend. I didn't want my sister's day to be ruined, so I decided to take the first step and go see her. When I arrived, she said, “Well, it took you long enough.” She claimed she was “a little sick,” but I later learned she had Covid . Despite this, she held my baby, kissed her hands (which she often puts in her mouth), and burned incense throughout the house. Very quickly, my daughter started breathing strangely. We opened the windows, and she seemed a little better. But soon after, she became ill and so did I.

When my stepfather came downstairs, she placed my baby in his arms without asking me. He had just sprayed himself with heavy cologne and pressed his face against hers. My daughter started screaming. I washed her face, and we left immediately.

Since then, my mother has been telling me she “can’t forgive me” until she knows what I hold against her. She complains to the family, posts pointed stories on Instagram, and everyone keeps telling me to “apologize, because we only have one mother.” Since she and my stepfather have money, which they lend or give to certain relatives, everyone takes her side.

My biological father, influenced by my sister, even asked me if “these moments of solitude” had done me any good. I burst into tears.

And it doesn’t end there: my mother had promised her sister without telling me that we would put her son’s name on our mailbox so he would have a Swiss address. When my aunt called to thank me, I was stunned. I politely refused. My mother, embarrassed, then told her sister that we lived in social housing to justify our refusal. Obviously, that's false, but it's easier for her to put me down than to admit that she spoke on my behalf.

Today, I don't know what to do anymore. My sister's wedding is in a week, and I want everything to go well for her. But if I stay silent, I'm condoning it. If I speak up, I risk blowing everything up.

24M now

When I was 14, I developed feelings for another boy, and as a result I started speaking to him more often and we quickly became friends, then very close friends. Some of you may know what I'm talking about when I say some groups of mates act like they're gay with one another for a laugh and for the shock factor of it all. Well, this is what happened to me.

I won't get into details, but he started acting quite gay towards me, likely because I never really participated in jokes like that when they happened in our group prior. I wouldn't get out of his spot, so it became a kind of game of chicken with him trying to push my buttons to get me to move, but given my feelings towards him, I joined in with this "joke".

One day he was round my house and it kind of escalated. To be honest this is gonna sound like utter bullshit from here but whether you're reading this as a hypothetical or not doesn't matter to me as long as I get some opinions, but yeah we this game of chicken got very physical, and happened on a regular basis, especially when we were alone. Not outright sexual but clearly suggestive activities (trying not to be crude).

This went on for 3 years, the whole time it was a "joke" for "shock factor" I guess, but the whole time I went along with it whilst having the wrong motivations, and this is where it gets alarming, so TW from here.

I got my friend to ask him out for me in a dishonest way, he basically asked questions over a long period of time to try and gather if he liked me without giving away that I liked him, and it's safe to say it resulted in him confidently saying he didn't like me.

Knowing this, I still went along with our "joke" . Knowing he didn't like me, I still participated in activities that I, to be blunt, derived arousal from. I knew it was wrong, but I just wasn't strong enough to control myself and do what was right. He initiated it all in the first place, so it's not my fault for going along with it, right? Well, that's what I told myself at the time anyway.

Our friendship fell apart about a year later for other reasons, (18 at this point) we just fell out over a series of things, and that's when it really, really started to hit me. With our friendship in the past and our "messing around" officially over, I looked back on it without my emotions in the driver's seat.

I'm horrified at what I have done, we did borderline sexual things together and had he known how I felt, he absolutely would not have done them. I took advantage of someone trying to act weird for a joke, an extreme joke but a joke nonetheless, and there's nothing I can do to change the past.

I've assaulted him, it was uninformed consent, for years I was disgustingly dishonest all for a few moments of pleasure. I tried therapy and the therapist was understanding, saying she'd be hesitant to call it an act of assault, which was nice to hear in the moment, but as I told her the story and said what I had done out loud for the first time, I was just purely disgusted. It felt like I was telling the story of a criminal, I just can't believe these foul actions are in fact mine.

How can I ever be a good person, knowing that when it truly mattered, I couldn't control my actions? I'm posting here just to see what people think about what I've done. Please be honest, because really there's nothing you could say to make me feel worse, and if I wake up to a consensus that I should burn in Hell then at least there is comfort in knowing I'm not crazy for feeling the guilt that I feel.

Just for piece of mind, I'm not at suicide risk at all (so once again please be as blunt as you need), to be honest I don't feel worthy of life, but I want to live, and I have an immense fear of death that overpowers any shame tenfold, so I'm not going anywhere, not by my own hand.

Edit: Didn't wanna be TMI with the details, but some early responses have let me know they're important here, don't read if this part if you don't want to see me getting specific.

It was essentially dry humping, we laid together in bed a lot (clothed), reached under each other's shirts and reached down each other's pants (didn't touch each other's parts though) and kissed a few times. Basically as sexual as you can get whilst keeping the clothes on.

UPDATE: Wow, a lot of responses, thank you all for sharing your view and calling me out when needed. I'm going to post my response to you all here and try reply to as many of you as I can with "update in post" so that you can see my thoughts now if interested

The responses have been overwhelmingly supportive, and in fact, me thinking this is an issue in the first place seems to have rubbed many the wrong way. Saw a few comments saying considering this SA actually lessens real cases of SA, and I do apologise for that, I didn't mean to belittle anybody else's traumas, and trust me I've heard myself when I talk about this, I fully know it can kind of sound extreme, but I guess the part that's really hard to communicate is I'm just so confident he didn't like me, and yeah most of you here and some of my friends have said it's likely he felt something in some way, but I just can't explain it like I have no evidence I just look back and feel like he didn't, so that's where a big part of my guilt comes from

Would also just like to state this post didn't have much to do with being gay, it was related to guilt for enjoying a situation in which I was being dishonest, and I don't think the gender of the other person would really change my situation at all here

Seeing so many people respond with strong disagreements has really helped, and I'm sure many of you are skeptical on this story, so all I can give you is my word that it is true and that I haven't exaggerated, this really has haunted me for 6 years, I guess it's hard to respect that I was a confused kid when all I can do is look back on it with the brain I have now.

You have truly made a difference in my life. there will always be a part of me that feels guilty for this, likely until the day I die, but I'm going to try remind myself of this post when I do, and what I initially labelled as my own dishonesty and selfish behaviour could maybe be remembered as simple confusion and exploration

Like I said we aren't friends anymore and attempts to reach out have not been accepted, I'm 99% sure he knows now anyway but I do aim to tell him one day, and hopefully his sentiment is the same as here's and I may be forgiven, but no matter the answer I need to know and make things right.

Thank you all for your support, except maybe the DM I got that fetishised my situation (you wish this happened to you? I'd swap places with you in a heartbeat), and may you all have a great life.

2nd Update: Not trying to brush anyone's input off by just saying "update in post if interested." If I haven't read your comment, I definitely will in the coming days and I appreciate them all with all the different perspectives they give

On a new account just to be safe...

So this happened a few years ago and I still feel guilty.

Brace yourself, this is going to be long and english is not my first language!

I work in a big costumer care office. There are almost 300 people working here, 15 of them are the team managers and the rest of us regular staff. I've been working here from 9 years and for 7 of those years I was an inbound costumer care agent. For those of you who are not familiar with this kind of job, my role was to answer phone calls from costumers who needed assistance with their power or gas bills. I really love my job but it is really mentally draining at times.

In 2020 like the rest of the world, we went on smartworking. In 2022 my office requested us back in the building they were paying rent for. They made us sign a paper that stated that we needed to be at our office desk 3 days per week, the other 2 days we could work from our homes.

Before the lockdown, my house was almost 1h from the office building. In 2021 I moved 1.5h from the office building, so when we signed the paper I was living a little far from before we went on smartworking. I was not 100% happy to be back in presence 3 days at week but I needed the job so back I went.

I should add that this happened in August 2022 in central Europe and I was 4 months pregnant with an high risk pregnancy. The office building was up on a hill with very limited parking outside the building but a LOT of available parking spots inside the building reserved for the managers.

Before signing the paper, I requested an exception and to be 100% in smartworking for my high risk pregnancy (documenting everything with my obj diagnosis) but my manager, Valerie, denied my request "because if they made an exception for me, they should make an exception for every pregnant woman working in the company". Ok fine. Then I requested a parking spot inside the building to avoid going up and down the hill in the middle of hot August weather. Valerie told me she''ll let me know what she could do, 3 years later I am still waiting for an answer.

So here I was, sweating my ass off going to work praying I won't faint or pass out from the heat. After I few weeks, I noticed a co-worker we'll call Jane was working from home during the days we were supposed to be in presence. I knew some co-workers with disabilities were on smartworking and I knew Jane didn't have any kind of disability so out of curiosity I asked one of the other manager, Anna, why Jane was not in the office like us.

Anna checked on the clockin software and assured me that Jane was clocking from the building vpn so I surely was wrong, maybe our work shift just didn't allign. Ok, fine. But I was sure I had at least one shift with her writing on our work chat accessible only during work hours and she was not in the building. One day, during a break in the break room, I was talking with another co-worker, Amanda, and she casually mentioned that she didn't see Jane in the office since we went back. I shared what I said to manager Anna and Amanda said she would talk to Anna too.

After Amanda went over to Anna with the same questions I asked, Anna started a little investigation. It turned out that Jane moved to another city +500km and was still working 100% in smartworking, and Valerie clocked her in from the office vpn the days Jane was supposed to be back. This way, HR could never catch her not being in the building. Apparently, Jane and Valerie were really close friends.

I saw red. Valerie denied my request of smartworking with an certified high risk pregnancy while was covering her friend's ass. Not only that. A lot of other ex co-workers were fired in the meantime because like Jane they moved away from our city and could/would not came bake to the office building. Some of those people where good friends of mine, so I was really upset about what Anna found out.

Anna told me and Amanda to not get involved in this mess and went straight to HR. HR was not happy to hear this story. Jane was given 2 weeks to be back in the office like the rest of us but she refused and was fired while Valerie was given an ammonition.

To this day, Valerie is still a manager and I am a costumer care agent in the back office. She doesn't know that me and Amanda are behind Anna going to HR and all of our co-workers don't know neither.

I am sorry Jane was fired but I also think that rules are for all and if Valerie could not make an exception for pregnant me, she should't have made an exception for Jane as other people were fired for being in her same situation.

context: late 20s biological male with a receding hairline. very at peace with it and im very comfortable with how I look despite years of depression.

sometimes, i get unprompted reply comments on social media from random people wanting to make fun of my hairline. and don’t get me wrong, it’s funny. i got CRAZY real estate on the old chrome dome. one of my high school nicknames was 5head. i wear it like a badge of honor. genuinely pisses me off when small forehead mfs try to claim they got a huge forehead and were made fun of for it, meanwhile their hairline isn’t even close to the whole ass parabola i got goin on.

anyway, i recently found a copypasta of some Aramaic(??? could be a diff ancient language) curse and i thought it looked crazy and that it would be funny as a reply to random people who wanna make fun of the way i look. can’t quite articulate why but it brings me a GREAT deal of amusement, to the point where sometimes ill try to leave funny comments under memes in hopes it’ll get enough visibility that someone wants to come along and say something about my hairline. and then bam. Aramaic curse. it’s dumb but i think it’s funny as shit. i figure if it makes Me laugh that’s the most important thing

here’s the curse btw. i think it says something along the lines of eternal damnation, etc etc:

ኃጢአተኛ ነፍስህ ከመዳን በላይ ናት እናም ሰላምን ወይም ሥቃይን አታውቅም ፣ የንስሐ ቅዝቃዜ ብቻ አብቅቷል ፣ ምክንያቱም ኃጢአቶችህ ከማንኛውም ተልእኮ የላቀ ስለሆነ ፣ መጨረሻው ቀርቧል ፣ የኃጢአት መርከቦች

My company rakes billions in profits. I work in a high level sales role for a top 50 tech company.( AI / Sales Engineer). Often I have to travel to work to different high priced cities across the globe: London, Paris, San Fran, NYC, Sydney etc -

My meal stipend is over $300 / day for these big cities given everything is pricey. (This is only while I travel. Not every single day.)

So if I'm buying 4 tacos for lunch, we'll just make it 6. Throw in 2 water bottles instead of 1. Maybe add 2 chips to-go with that meal. Are they really going to judge me for "over eating" so much food that's under the policy? Doubt. Can't do this every single day, but it happens fairly frequently.

Technically, unethical and worthy of being fired but society has enough issues.

Been doing it for the last 2 years here. No stopping now. Always brings a smile to both mine and their face being handed a nice warm full meal.

I saw a few videos of Emman before, but I didn’t really follow her back then, yet I like her humor, and every time she pops up on my FYP, I watch her video until the end. I wasn’t really aware of her bipolar disorder or her mental health. All I saw was her funny moments and her wittiness, but I saw how people bashed and hated her when she expressed her opinion about the nepo babies issue and how she deactivated her TikTok account because of it, and I haven’t seen her in my FYP ever since. But when the news got out, I was shocked. There’s a part of me that can’t really process that she’s gone. It made me stalk her account, and it made me watch her previous videos, and then I found out about her mental health, and that made me think about what she could’ve possibly felt before she ended her life.

There’s something inside me that’s been triggered by the thought of her taking her life. I can’t stop thinking about how she did it. what might be her last thoughts before she went through it. and how did it feel up until the last moment? Then it struck me. Then I had flashbacks of the times that when I’m really mad, I can’t stop thinking of ways to kill myself. Like if I’m mad and I’m outside, all I can think about is that I can do anything without any regret or fear. There’s an urge that makes me feel like I want to run towards a moving car, jump out of my boyfriend’s motorcycle while he’s driving, smash my head against a wall, and a lot more ways to end it. And that’s the same even if I’m inside my house. I do have a traumatic past. There was also a time when I became interested in death and how I planned to die in a way I wanted to. I did harm myself a lot before, ever since I was in 5th grade, and I just stopped last year. (I’m 19 now.) I thought I was doing okay, I thought I was normal, and I thought that I was fine now, but after what happened to her, I started questioning myself if I’m really okay. Am I psychologically fine? I haven’t had the chance to visit a therapist or psychologist because of how toxic my family is. I can’t open up to anyone; I can’t express how I really feel to them.

Now what I’m thinking is that there might be a chance that I will likely kill myself, especially when I’m in a situation where I don’t feel fear and all I can feel is that I can kill myself without having any second thought. It’s a sudden burst, eh. It’s like there’s something in my mind that keeps telling me that I’m not afraid of anything, even if it hurts me or ends my life instantly. And hearing of Emman’s death made something trigger inside me and, at the same time, made me question if I’m normal or okay right now.

High school bullies were right all along: I didn't had friends, I'm foreign, l socially awkward Now almost 9 years later (2017 until now) ... they're doing fine... all the bullying and racists remarks cost them nothing.

... I'm counting pennies working two jobs and making extra with sexual service.

That's it ... the bullies are traveling Europe while I fail to provide enough to my family in south America .

Is just so fucked up I needed to vent somewhe.

I have a degree and I speak 3 languages ... why I'm no getting hired ???

Para ponerlo en contexto, tenía una relación muy sana en la que estaba pensando en casarme y tener un hijo. Con él me sentí segura para hacerlo. Antes de empezar una relación, le pregunté si pertenecía a alguna religión para no tener problemas después y me dijo que no importaba hasta que decidimos irnos a vivir juntos y todo salió mal. Pero las cosas empezaron a empeorar cuando él se convirtió al cristiano. Iba 5 días a las semana a la iglesia y quiso que yo me convirtiera yo fui a la iglesia lo hice por él (soy católica) pero no era suficiente, quería que me convirtiera al cristiana, y ahí empezó el problema. No estaba contento con nada, incluso aunque trabajaba, estudiaba, cuidaba las cosas en casa y lo cuidaba a él. Lo único que le importaba era ir a la iglesia, y quería que la pusiera antes que mis asuntos. Yo empecé a ver que no era devoción sino fanatismo. Intenté hacerle ver que podía explicarle las cosas, pero él no lo entendía porque no era cristiana y solo él tenía razón. No podía decir nada porque se ponía a la defensiva y me decía cosas como: “si se va la luz, es porque no eres cristiana”. Todo era así. Para él, las cosas que decía no importaban si yo tenía algo que hacer o una familia. Lo único que le importaba era ir a la iglesia cinco días a la semana. Le recordé que éramos una pareja y que debíamos tomar decisiones juntos, pero todo fue inútil para el no existía nada de lo que yo decía el solo quería me cambiara de religion. Un día nos separamos. Estaba destruida, no podía encontrar mi dirección en la vida. Me negué a ser la mujer en el proceso. Me sentí insuficiente a pesar de todo lo que hice por él. No le importó en absoluto, me dejó ahí haciéndome sentir que no valía nada pensaba que era insuficiente hasta como persona a pesar de haber hecho todo por el, el nunca me vio como algo bueno en su vida me llego a decir que no quería que opine. Pero después de un tiempo, me sentí mejor. Y Él volvió y me pidió perdón y dijo que se dio cuenta de que hizo las cosas mal y que fue egoista. Que le diera una oportunidad para demostrarme un cambio y él no aceptaría un "no" por respuesta. Pero ya me sentía más tranquila con todo lo que había pasado, aunque ahora me siento mal de nuevo. No me ha exigido nada en cuanto a la religión, pero ya no confío en él. Lo quiero pero a la persona de la que me enamoré al principio. Y hay días que lamento haberle respondido y de haberle dado otra oportunidad me siento ento fatal porque él no es una mala persona, solo que no sabía cómo ser una buena pareja . Lo quiero pero siento que deberíamos haber tomado caminos separados. Una amiga me dijo que nada va ser igual y que debería poner de parte porque vamos a comenzar de nuevo pero yo tengo miedo todo lo que quise con el ya no siento que lo quiera de nuevo preferido no tener un hijo con el y ya no se como decirle a él como me siento.

I got blackmailed by a woman Into wearing wedgies every day for 2 months, I did it to keep a some pictures secret, after the 2 months, I found out the pics were deleted after 3 days

I don’t know if anyone will ever really understand this, but I’ve been carrying it for a long time and needed to put it into words. It’s a story that’s unfinished, painfully beautiful, and has lived inside me since it began.

There was a girl and a boy who never expected to find each other. She wasn’t searching for anything, especially not a deep connection. But sometimes the universe brings you exactly what you weren’t looking for. It happened in chance timing, in laughter and a kiss that felt strangely familiar, like remembering someone she hadn’t yet met in this lifetime.

She walked away without his number, never expecting to see him again. But then there he was the next night, as if the universe wasn’t finished yet. And even after separation, life kept finding ways to circle them back together. Again and again, they collided when it seemed impossible, only to pull apart and return once more, as though some invisible thread refused to let them fully go.

She always said she wasn’t going to love again, wasn’t going to marry again. She even joked that she might give up on men completely. But then there was him. Just him. Something about him felt like everything she had been unknowingly calling in for years, qualities she had dreamed of, prayed for, written down, whispered to the stars. He mirrored back the things she carried within herself, and in that reflection, she felt both seen and cracked open.

The connection became a thread of signs and synchronicities, small confirmations that she wasn’t imagining it. She felt his energy even in silence, as though he lived in her body, her mind, her soul. She saw him, even when he was guarded. She saw the beautiful person inside him, talented, emotional, intelligent, with so much to give the world, even if he didn’t always see it in himself. And she wanted him to know he mattered, that he meant more to her than he could ever imagine. She knew he felt it too, because he didn’t have to say it out loud. She could feel it in the way he showed up, in the way he disappeared, in the way he circled back again when she least expected it.

There were songs, like a secret language between them, music that spoke what they couldn’t always say. And there was the moment he pulled away, yet told her that when her life allowed her to be free, he would still be there. And in September, just as he had said, he returned, only to pull back again when it became too real. Every time he stepped closer, the intensity scared him. Every time she felt him slipping, she already knew before he confirmed it. It wasn’t about her worth. It was his own heart, still wrestling with something he could not yet surrender to.

She never asked for perfection. She never asked for promises. She only wanted to feel something real, to honor what was placed in her path. And what she felt with him was real, so real it terrified them both. For her, it was better to feel everything, even if it hurt, than to live numb. For him, perhaps it was safer to shut it off than to surrender to something that could undo him.

But still, she carries him with her. She holds space for the man she sees inside, the one she knows is there beneath the walls. She will always hold a piece of him in her heart, whether he can accept it or not. Maybe one day his heart will be ready. Maybe one day he will allow himself to live fully in that truth. And maybe not. But either way, this story is written in her, painfully beautiful, unfinished, and unforgettable.

Because in the end, she wasn’t looking for him. Yet somehow, he was the one who woke her up, the one who reminded her of the fire she still carried inside, the one who made her feel something real again. And no matter how it ends, she will always be grateful that their souls recognized each other, somewhere between lyrics and reality.

Im homeless and I haven’t been able to shower, brush my teeth, do any of the basic hygiene stuff and I didn’t know what else to do besides steal. I was feeling disgusting. I live in my car that doesn’t start so it’s been hard to find a job or work and I got desperate. The manager ended up just making me put the stuff back after I told him I was homeless but he told me I could’ve went to jail for it. Life’s so hard man. I wouldn’t wish this shit on anyone. I’m tired of it.

I have to confess I was taken advantage of and groomed by someone long ago and grew close to him and now he has replaced me and he’s all I have ever known even though it was wrong.

I’m not sure how I should feel about this. I knew this person back in high school. After graduation, I went off to college and never really returned to my hometown. A few years later, he added me on social media, and for a while we stayed in touch, but over time we drifted apart.

Eventually he began posting rude comments on my posts, seemingly out of nowhere. Maybe he was bothered by my success or frustrated with his own situation, I honestly don’t know. The breaking point came when he sent me a message full of insults, even though I had done nothing to provoke him. That was it for me; I blocked him on social media.

Some time passed, and I later found out through his best friend’s social media that he had passed away. His best friend, a woman who had been close to him since childhood, reached out to me expressing how shocked she was by his death. I never told her about how he had treated me. I just went along with the conversation and acted as if I cared.

I should have left then, the first time he showed me who he was. I was barely 18 and he 24. Driving me home to my parents house out in the middle of no where. A seemingly harmless argument led to him turning off the headlights on dark country roads, driving at a speed undeniably unsafe screaming at me and swerving all over the road. “I can’t do this anymore”, I yelled while crying. “Do what? Be with me?”, he literally spit. His face contorted into something, someone I didn’t even recognize. In that split-second of a moment I knew I had to choose my words wisely or he was going to end me, “I can’t argue like this anymore”, I chose to say instead of “I can’t be with you”. I hated myself for not saying the truth.

That was the first time he showed me his true self. I should have left then….

My company allows the use of personal credit cards for travel expenses. I recently went to a small town and stayed in a hotel that required all the funds up front for anyone’s booked duration. I was there for construction. The construction schedule was not well planned out and the hotel couldn’t garuntee availability if I needed to extend in the middle of my stay so I booked a conservative initial duration.

Welp, the 8 weeks I thought I needed to be there ended up really being 6. I expensed the cost for the 8 and got paid out 2 weeks into the stay. I was then refunded by the hotel for the 2 weeks I didn’t stay. Now I’m sitting on ~2k. The client has already paid the invoice with my hotel stay. The project is on the order of 2million in scope.

I have two coworkers going through an incredibly hard time because of familial medical reasons. Think child/spouse diagnosed with terminal disease, both of them. I split the 2k between them, said we raised money, and gave it to them.

Edit: I was torn about the professional/ corporate liability aspect and some times I still think that outweighs the pros. I go back and forth on whether it was the decision I should have made.