I’ve never actually been that pretty, I have a big nose, breakouts, I’m much taller than the average woman, I’ve always been a bigger size , a terrible resting b*tch face, unfavorable body shape, overweight with a square shape. Maybe 3 years ago I sort of felt pretty, but since then I have gained 70lbs and a skin condition on my face that creates red blistering rashes , with no cure . My hair is dull and frizzy.

I sort of started to accept myself , telling myself that people are different and bodies change and how I feel inside matters more than how I look outside. It’s just not true. People treat me different based off my looks, I haven’t been called pretty by a stranger in 3 years.

I’ve been with my current partner now for about 4 months. He has this ex he was involved with for maybe 4 years. I never even thought about it until she showed up in my instagram suggested. Skinny, beautiful, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, natural large soft lips, angular eye shape, long shiny flowing hair.

I can’t help but think to myself he just settled, that when he met me he thought “eh I’ll take what I can get” because how could he even find someone like me attractive after that? Now I just think about his time with her in their relationship, how much better he probably liked being with her, how much sexier she is than me.

He’s been begging me to grow my hair long and I found out I have accidentally dyed my hair the same color as hers about 1-2 months ago.

Theres this app where we get gift cards when we play games etc that I found and showed my sisters.
I ordered using that gift card and my narc mom asked me where I got this from I changed the topic.
She then asked my sister when I wasn’t there and my sister told her games app bc she thought I told her.
I told my sister its okay we will just tell her u understood wrong.
My mom told me download the app for me so I was shocked when she demanded and I downloaded it for her now my sister feels bad and shes making me feel bad too.
(If you dont understand narc moms are jealous,competitive and turn everything to a problem thats why we have been hiding it.)
She didnt ask about how to use bc it was late at night but tmw she will ask me how to use the app etc and im already too drained.

so i might be completely wrong here but im driving myself insane. im 19F and since turning 18 i have genuinely become insanely worried about liking people younger than me. its overcoming my entire life, i worry about becoming older and still finding people younger than me attractive and how that would look to others. like it makes me feel sick to think about. even to a point that i found this celebrity attractive, and when i found out she was 18 it made me feel so uncomfortable i didnt know what to do. i already struggle with the idea of getting older but the concept that the amount of people younger than me who i might find attractive is getting larger just scares me. (obviously when i mention liking people younger than me i mean 18+ but sometimes even if they are just a couple months younger than ke it makes me uncomfortable and its taking over my life)

I’ve been trying since I was 13 to store photos and videos and nave my storage. It’s too the point I don’t use my storage for photos at all. I use Shutterfly for photos and Google Photos for videos. I typically only keep the photos I take on my phone for a week before emptying them for space. But some how I still get told “you have no storage” I try to free up space with apps but I’m so annoyed. Same with Gmail, it’s so overwhelming seeing the emails and then after I empty them they stack right back up

I've been together with my girlfriend for just over a year now. She's my first real partner, not just situation ships or people you go out with a couple of times. Last weekend I went to an event from an organization I'm a part of in another city, several hours away from my hometown. On Saturday we had a little party but me and a couple of people I met there got bored and went out exploring the city afterwards. Me and this one girl got along really well. Eventually at around 3 am in some random part of town I got ourselves a bottle of wine and we started separating ourselves more from the rest of the group. At this point she got up, stood behind me, and started playing with my hair and touching my face. Eventually we both got hungry and went to look for something to eat, completely alone. While waiting for our food our hands touched and she rested her head on my shoulder. At around 3:30 we all wanted to go to sleep and she invited me to come sleep at her place, we all were sleeping in apartments and youth centers, because the rest of the group also slept there. While everyone was getting ready for bed we went outside and talked for I don't know how long before going to brush our teeth (she brought two toothbrushes for some reason). Then we kept talking on the bathroom floor while she was laying in my lap and then we started making out. After maybe a minute we just kind of stopped and went to sleep, in separate rooms. It was the weirdest most robotic feeling ever.

She doesn't remember a thing about what happened in the bathroom, but unfortunately I do. But instead of feeling sad or guilty or angry at myself, I just don't feel anything and that's what's most disturbing to me. It's not like when you're sad but can't cry, I legitimately feel nothing towards cheating on my girlfriend. Even talking to her I don't feel any different, aren't you supposed to have some semblance of any emotion after cheating? What the hell is going on

Throwaway account. I feel so unbelievably horrible about this and it still keeps me up at night because I should have known better. There's a good chance that I'm just overly sensitive right now because I'm having PMS, but I literally can't go to sleep because I still feel so bad and anxious over this.

For context, when I was 19, I once joined a community Discord server of which general atmosphere was just this very restless, vulgar and raunchy vibe, you know the ones. Think like okbuddy kind of a server (this was a particularly sexual one I would say), the sort where people just say the most out of pocket stuff to each other with very little filter and it's the norm there, and I'm the sort of a person who can enjoy that so I went in. There were NSFW channels as well, but labelled correctly, so there wasn't straight up porn on any unrelated channel, but more or less NSFW discussions were had on the general channels.

What happened was that someone, whom I wholly thought was over 18 because it didn't even cross my mind that minors could be on such a server, told the entire chat on a general channel something along the lines of "I'm going to go jerk off now" to which I 100% jokingly responded with "pics or didn't happen". People were openly telling each other the weirdest stuff on the normal channels and I thought that it was nothing that out of the norm. After that, multiple people started (rightfully) telling me that "wtf he's a minor", and I very quickly found out that the person I told the joke to was a 15-year-old. I was so shocked that I just left with the server without another word which was such a bad course of action, I should have apologized and said something else rather than just leaving.

I've never been or never even thought about being attracted to minors or anyone even a few years younger than me (for context, the age of consent in my country is 16), and if I knew that the person was 15, I would never have said anything to him. I should've known better and not have even thrown a joke like that around in the first place. I know this might sound so silly but I'm afraid that I'll face some legal consequences over this even though it happened two and a half years ago now, and I know that there's nothing I could do to fix this now. I just feel so horrible about myself, and I don't know anymore if these feelings are disproportionate or not. Any rational view on this is very much appreciated, thank you.

I asked a few days ago asking for advice about my friend's response to my dog dying suddenly/traumatically, right after my very ill mother was admitted to the hospital. When I texted saying I had a difficult update, asking if I could come over at some point, they said no and didn't message me until 4+ hours later. Essentially just saying:

"I'm sorry" "I was expecting worse" "Hang in there"

I got a lot of pushback (understandably) from folks on Reddit insisting that I was misinterpreting my friend's response. That, they clearly meant that they were expecting me to be worse off.

Well... I asked for clarification, and unfortunately, my friend meant what I assumed.

Anyways. I'm now left realizing that my 'friend' seemingly assumed my very ill mother may have passed, but didn't care to either come over or allow me to go over to their place (we live 3 min apart). Instead, the possible news of my mother passing was relegated to a few quick texts before they went to bed.

I'm not the greatest person alive, but Jesus. There was no "let me know if I can do anything," "thinking of you," or "update me on your mom." Just... "I'm sorry."

What makes this hurt 100x more is that a neighbor of ours was in a car accident earlier this year. My friend had never even met this person, but sent them flowers in the hospital. Also reached out to me asking for updates. i.e. my friend showed more concern about a stranger than someone they've known for 7+ years.

Really just don't know what to say right now. I know I'm grieving, but what the fuck.

Trying to give them some grace, as this has seemingly come out of nowhere. I've asked if they're alright/wished them well, but haven't gotten any response. Truly don't know what to think.

I'm a very driven person, I've always been, I love chalenges and I'm usually motivated to create a good life for myself. However life has given me health problems (that i rather not talk about) that are messing up my lifestyle like making me not be able to socialize, work, eat normally...etc

Basically my health is stoping me from living, so I've been almost always isolated in my room hidden and unable to live the life I've always wanted while having to watch exes, friends and people on instagram live the life of their (and my) dreams. I feel pathetic that my only happiness is formula 1 and stuff that I get obsessed on social media.

I've been trying every treatment, spending lots of money just to get a little bit better and nothing.

I'm getting hopeless and sick of the injustice on this world. I feel like God is betraying me. And I feel cursed.

My school wants everyone to walk around with smiles plastered on their faces. They send people to ask if everything is OK? To see if they complain in order to "weed out the bad apples".

Admin micromanages and throws people under the bus, puts people in roles they know they don't want to fill or will have physical difficulty filling. As long as everyone is being fake and plastic as a dollar store toy isle they are just dandy, but the moment anyone is real and expresses an opinion or has an issue, they are the devil and ostracized.

Things at home have also been tense for the past few days because of our family business not doing well. It’s a combination of the situation at my own job, the family business struggling, and my parents arguing and being stressed at home. Because of all of that, both my dad and my mom aren’t doing well physically or mentally.
And I feel this enormous pressure that, for example, if I don’t pass my exam, I’ll probably cause them even more pain and disappointment and hurt them even more. And thinking like that just puts even more pressure on me.
It also doesn’t help that there are things I’ve told myself I wouldn’t do anymore, but I still give in and do them. I don’t feel responsible or disciplined. I feel like a failure who can’t accomplish anything or see anything through to the end.
Sometimes I feel like I’m genuinely trying really hard, but then suddenly I start thinking that maybe I’m just comforting myself by telling myself that I’m trying and that things are difficult for me. Maybe the truth is that I’m simply a weak person who can’t resist his own weaknesses and then uses the circumstances around him as an excuse for them.
I feel like I’m constantly destroying everything around me, especially myself, and that every day things are getting worse and aren’t going to improve.
It’s not that I want to kill myself. I don’t think I could ever do that, and I wouldn’t do it—not only because of myself and my own life, but because of my family. Even saying that makes me wonder whether my life actually does matter to me, but I’m just telling myself that it’s because of them. Who knows.
I just sometimes feel like I wouldn’t really mind if I died or something happened to me, as long as I wasn’t the one intentionally causing it.
Still, I could never kill myself because of my sister too. I don’t know what that would do to her, and also what it would do to her through what it would do to my family. I don’t even know if my dad would survive something like that emotionally.
Right now I’m sitting alone by the river, listening to music and looking at the water. Who knows what the next few days will bring, but somehow it feels like nothing good is coming.

My son’s teacher looks like a guy I was seeing when I separated from my husband. My husband and I have worked through our issues and were transparent that we did see people when we separated. But omgggg I was very infatuated with my old fling. He was someone that I knew when I was 14ish and had a huge crush on. At first, I didn’t think much of his teacher because he would be with the kids and the teachers’ aid would be the one signing in and out the kids so I didn’t get a good look at him. But today he was the one signing them out and I couldn’t help but notice that they looked alike. Same build, height, facial structure. Different facial features but it took me by surprise. And I don’t have anyone to tell this to so I just needed to get this out.

I don’t feel anyway toward this guy other than he is my child’s teacher. I was just caught off guard by his similarities. I am very happy with my husband. We married young and have our share of issues, but we’re constantly working on us. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

I asked about an accomodation at work

"Do you have a medical condition"

"You'll need a doctor, it's not your say"

"An acommodation? Maybe you shouldn't work there"

"Are you lazy?"

I don't think anyone had the actual answer (Which I know to a degree, it's just been years since discussed it...)

IDK people on here make me sick... how do you click people's questions with no answer not even a back story but ready to insult the poster based on your assumptions... nuts

Latelly I've come to the conclusion that every bad thing that ever happened in my life started because I have a lot of self hatred. It's super hard to explain but growing up I had a narcisistic parent, a toxic bff and met many people that were jealous of my grades and inteligence. Somehow they all managed to convince me that I am a bad person for getting things they didn't have, also I grew up as the sick kid which made me hate my body and like that isn't enough people bullied me for my health problems. Nowadays i find myself having thoughs like: "your face is so ugly sideways" or "your posture is so unatractive" or "your social anxiety makes you look pathetic and weak" and no matter what I do this thoughs are more loud than the positive ones. I don't know what to do, do you have any tips to become more confident and heal from bullying?

People lie, photographic evidence does not. A vent about mold.

I have lived in three horrifically moldy places. First one is my parent’s hoarder house. Second one was a house I rented a room in (it flooded). Third is the leaky camper I am (unofficially) renting now. Second and third are from the same “Landlord.” Aka a family friend. No legal action will be taken, this is not about that.

Both my parents and the Landlord love to tell people that I’m overdramatic and it’s all in my head. They all love to pretend that I exaggerate my sensitivity to mold. That I am overdramatic about the severity of it in their houses. I am not. I have photograph evidence of most of it. Anybody sane would take one look at it and be like “yep, that would kill you.” Recently, I have taken pictures of my parent’s house, which has gotten increasingly worse with mold, and I am just horrified at them. I posted those a few days ago. I didn’t think to take many pictures of the second moldy house because I was too busy trying to clean it. But I still have some that are just terrifying. I wish I got a picture of the patch that was as fuzzy as her long haired dog.

I am incredibly mad that these intelligent people choose “ignorance is bliss.”That way of thinking “saves” them from the guilt and legal repercussions of renting out a hazardous environment. It “saves” them from being bad parents. It “saves” them from being blatantly disgusting. Intelligent people can be incredibly ignorant and mentally ill. Some of the smartest people are the sickest.

It feels like everywhere I end up gets consumed with mold eventually.

I am sure I was born with some of my health struggles, but I have been sick my whole life. No doctors can figure it out. It is all the goddamn mold poisoning.

I am just so mad that people would rather choose “Ignorance is bliss.” to suit their own needs. I am sleeping in my car outside of the camper. I am doing my best to get resources to get out of this. This post isn’t about that though. I am just really upset that people would rather say I am overdramatic than face their own reality. Photographic evidence doesn’t lie.

1 Tuesday September 2026

Little introduction I'm still in school in second year middle school. Female

Let's start from the beginning, today I needed to collect my laptop from my school so I did. When I entered the building I naturally saw alot of staff and people I knew, first the receptionists then I went upstairs. (Disclaimer: most teachers and I are like friends, and just have a good relationship in regards of school and nothing weird goes on) So my goal was to get the laptop ofc and leave. Long story short I saw a lot of my teachers and people I knew. I am quite popular among teachers because I socialise with them. So I greet them and I meet my new mentor and alot of other people I know. Later I receive my laptop and as I'm walking with the department manager I see my old geography teacher and another teacher that I had only seen around and chatted with like twice. I barely knew him. But again Im quite Popular among teachers so he probably heard about me. Here is when situation takes a twist, the teacher I barely knew started sticking himself to the wall as in trying to merge with the wall which kind of looked suspicious as it looked like was trying to avoid any contact with me. Then he starts saying my name and like saying it teasingly like mocking it or something, saying with different accents, changing first letter etc. I looked at him silently trying to figure out what he was doing. The teacher had a weird gaze on me like he knew something I didn't. I didn't think about it that much then realised my other teacher was also there and he greeted me awkwardly. It had a whole weird vibe. Then the department manager said something and that's when I forgot about it. Soon I left. But now it's midnight and Im thinking about what happened again. He looked at me weirdly, like the type weird where you think someone is possessed. My other teacher acted almond pitiful or disappointed. It was a type of mixed feeling I'm still trying to figure out what it was. There's a deep feeling in my gut and now that I think about it I noticed that I had a weird vibe with some teachers. And that weirdo teacher I swear I barely knew him. Now it's creeping me out. Part of me feels funny like laughing at what possessed him to do that another part is genuinely confused and creeped out and a subtle feeling is making me rethink these teachers intentions one again. I'm feeling unsafe and can't sleep without seeing his face. Do you think I'm being paranoid or do you also feel something is off?

The world feels horrible right now but it feels like it’s getting worse. Global warming, capitalism, political instability, violence, I mean, what if I die now only to wake up to an even worse world

My older brother had his football friends over Saturday. They were screaming at the game and talking to me on commercials, last year they didn’t want me around. I went to the movies later and later changing into my night shorts my laundry basket wasnt the same my shorts and panties I just put on top were not on top of and the ones in my jeans I remember are gone, why guys ??? My dumb dog started eating them a couple years ago and now I have to worry about guys too, not really sure what to do either I mean I really liked them talking to me ??

Sometimes I think about how differently things could have gone if I had just been honest.

I kept a lot to myself because I thought I had to figure everything out alone. Instead of telling the person I cared about what I was struggling with, I slowly pulled away.

At the time, walking away felt like the easier option. Now I realize that avoiding a difficult conversation can sometimes cause more damage than the conversation itself.

I don't know if I can fix what happened, and maybe I can't. I just needed to get this off my chest.

If you're struggling with something in a relationship, please don't assume the other person would rather lose you than hear the truth.

I (22M) have a best friend of 5 years (also 22M) and I recently found out that he has had a girlfriend for almost a year after we hooked up. I am gay and he is bisexual, so this isn't a situation where I was confused about what happened or anything like that. I have always known I was attracted to guys, and I have actually had a crush on him for a long time. I just never said anything because I valued our friendship more than I wanted to risk making things awkward. We met when we were 16 and 17 and became really close pretty quickly. We've been through a lot together and he is probably the person who knows the most about me. I've met his family, he knows my family, and we've always been comfortable talking about pretty much anything. I knew he was bisexual when we met and it never mattered to me. I never expected anything to happen between us because I figured he saw me as just a friend. The crush was something I kept completely to myself. It wasn't like I was secretly waiting around for him to realize he was in love with me or anything. I just thought he was attractive and I cared about him a lot, and sometimes those feelings got stronger than I wanted them to. Whenever he talked about girls he liked, I would just listen and act normal. I honestly thought I had gotten pretty good at hiding it. A few weeks ago, we were hanging out at my place like we normally do. We had some drinks, watched a movie and were just talking for hours. Eventually the conversation got more personal and we started talking about relationships and whether either of us was seeing anyone. I told him I wasn't dating anyone and he said he wasn't either. Looking back, that obviously makes me angry, but at the time I had no reason to think he was lying. At some point he started talking about how our friendship had changed over the years and how he sometimes wondered what would happen if we weren't just friends. I thought he was messing with me because I genuinely couldn't believe he was talking about me that way. Then he kissed me. I kissed him back, and we ended up hooking up. I'm not going to describe what happened because that's not really relevant, but it was completely mutual. I wasn't pressured and neither of us was so drunk that we didn't know what we were doing. It was something we both chose to do, and at the time I thought it was probably one of the happiest things that had happened to me in a long time. Afterward, we stayed up talking. He told me he had been attracted to me for a while and that he had been scared to say anything because he didn't want to destroy our friendship. I admitted that I had liked him too. He said he didn't regret what happened and that he wanted to see where things went between us. I obviously took that seriously. For the next couple of weeks, we were talking constantly. He would text me first thing in the morning and before he went to sleep. We started hanging out more and there was definitely a different feeling between us. He wasn't acting like nothing had happened. If anything, he made me feel like it had actually meant something to him. I started letting myself get excited about it. I thought maybe after four years of secretly liking my best friend, something might actually happen. I started imagining what it would be like if we actually dated. I even caught myself thinking about stupid little things like going on dates together and introducing him as my boyfriend. I know that sounds like I got way too invested way too quickly, but I had liked this guy for years. It wasn't something I could just turn off.
Then I found out he had a girlfriend.I didn't find out from him. One of our mutual friends mentioned her while we were talking. At first I thought they were talking about an ex because I had genuinely never heard of her. When I asked who they were talking about, they looked at me like I was the one who was confused and said that she was his girlfriend.I honestly thought they were joking. They weren't. Apparently they have been together for almost a year. I went home and immediately messaged my friend asking him what was going on. He eventually admitted that yes, he has a girlfriend and yes, they are still together. He said their relationship has been complicated for a while and that they have been having problems, but he never actually broke up with her. I was furious. I asked him how he could possibly think it was okay to hook up with me without telling me he had a girlfriend. His answer was that he didn't know how to tell me and that he was scared I would look at him differently. I told him that I would have looked at him differently if I had known and he did it anyway.I don't care that he's bisexual. I don't care that he has feelings for guys and girls. I don't care that he developed feelings for me. None of that is the issue. The issue is that he had a girlfriend and deliberately left that information out when he knew we were about to cross a line. If I had known, I would have said no. I don't want to knowingly participate in cheating. I don't want to be someone's secret and I definitely don't want to be involved in some situation where I'm the guy on the side while someone's boyfriend goes home to his girlfriend afterward. The part that really messes with my head is that I still care about him. He's my best friend of four years. I can't just switch off all of those feelings because he did something horrible. I can be angry with him and still miss him. I can think he was completely wrong and still wish things could go back to the way they were. He keeps telling me that what happened between us was real and that he has actual feelings for me. He says he has been unhappy in his relationship for a while and that being with me made him realize he can't keep pretending everything is fine.Maybe he really does have feelings for me. Maybe he has been unhappy with his girlfriend for months. Maybe everything he told me about how he feels was completely genuine. But he still cheated on her, and he still lied to me by letting me believe he was single. Those two things don't magically disappear just because he has feelings for me.Ive also been thinking about his girlfriend constantly. I feel horrible for her because she doesn't even know I exist in this context. She probably thinks her boyfriend has been faithful to her for almost a year. If I were in her position, I would want someone to tell me. At the same time, I don't know if I should be the one to do it. I didn't know about her. I didn't knowingly participate in anything. Part of me thinks he needs to take responsibility and tell her himself instead of making me do it. I also haven't told many people about what happened because I'm embarrassed. Not because I'm ashamed of being gay or because I regret being with him, but because I feel stupid for believing that maybe he actually wanted something with me. I spent years keeping my feelings to myself because I didn't want to ruin our friendship, and then when something finally happened, I found out I was unknowingly involved in someone else's relationship. Now I don't know what our friendship even is anymore.He says he doesn't want to lose me and that he hopes we can eventually go back to being best friends. I don't think that's possible right now. Every time I look at him, I'm going to remember that he had a girlfriend and didn't tell me. I'm going to wonder how many other things he's kept from me.I also know that I can't keep waiting around for him to decide what he wants. If he wants to be with his girlfriend, that's his decision. If he wants to end that relationship and eventually pursue something with me, that's also his decision. But I'm not going to be the secret option while he figures it out. I just wish he had told me the truth before anything happened. I would have walked away. Instead, I got my hopes up about someone I've loved as my best friend for four years, only to find out that the entire situation started with a lie.I don't know if I'm more hurt because he cheated on his girlfriend or because I trusted him enough to believe that he wouldn't do something like this to me.

For example:

• An NT and an ND person want to make friends. The NT will make them easily. The ND will be rejected by most people.
• An NT and an ND get fired. The NT social network gets them a job in days. The ND, spends months unemployed or has to take a menial job because NT hiring managers are discriminatory.
• An NT and an ND want to go to a social event or party. The NT gets accepted. The ND person doesn't get an invite

NT people don't know their lives are easy. That's why I dislike them.

Me (26M) and my girlfriend (25) have been together for 8 and a half years. At the beginning of this year I started to work as a bartender in a new place and that‘s where I met, let‘s call her K (25). We started working together about a month in and we immediately hit it off, laughing the entire time and getting to know each other pretty quickly. We talked a lot and about very personal, deep topics, often until sunrise (our work closes at 2 am). Since i started working here it was always clear she would quit in September, as she is now starting to work the work she studied for.

As we grew closer so very quickly, I was kind of careful what this gew into, talking with my friends about how to notice if you‘re developing a crush or if this is just going to be a really good friend. I was cautios at first, but after a few more talks and a short vacation joined by both our partners I was sure my feelings were purely platonic and that I had found a friend for life.

A few weeks after our trip, about three weeks ago we were working Friday/Saturday and it got kinda out of hand. On friday both our partners visited us working, which led to us having lots and lots of shots. Afterwards we went for after-work drinks and apparently K and me got pretty annoying with each other, which led to her boyfriend storming off without a word and leaving us early. My girlfriend didn‘t say anything, but the next day it was pretty clear we got on both their nerves.

Starting our shift on saturday maybe still drunk and a little hungover, we started doing shots again. The shift was fun as always, we both got pretty drunk and, in hindsight, pretty touchy for two people in relationships.

After closing however, we had one of those moments, where two people are really close to each other and both know, a kiss is about to happen. This came to a shock to us both, we backed off and agreed, that we needed to talk after we had finished cleaning.

If that would‘ve been it, we probably could‘ve talked it out, but while cleaning we had about 5-10 more of these moments, initiated by her or me, kinda like teasing the other to just finally go through with it. After finishing cleaning we went outside and sat on a bench nearby to talk it out, but we just kept teasing each other by almost kissing and other things, which in our minds at the time weren‘t crossing any relationship-boundaries, but getting as close as possible to it.

After some time my girlfriend came looking for me, as I hadn‘t answered her texts for a while, and that was when we both realized what atrocious thing we have been doing for the last few hours. We both instantly agreed to tell our partners everything, which we did the same night and the days after.

Both our partners were understandably very unhappy, but each of them agreed to forgive us for now, as not that much had really happened I guess. As I mentioned, August was her last month working here and we only had one more shift and a teammeeting scheduled together, so we agreed to just get this behind us and then never see each other again, for the sake of our relationships. This hurt us both extremely, as we were really good friends, and ending this friendship meant we both had no one to really talk about what happened and how we feel right now.

As you can imagine, the last weeks were really tough to go through, I started going to therapy and she contacted her old therapist as well. We have seen each other on a few occasions, which was pretty painful every time.

There‘s also one last thing that happened, she had her last shift yesterday and I was there, as we had a all-hands-meeting directly before. I originally planned to only come for the meeting and leave right after, but we had a new member of staff introducing them at this meeting, so I stayed for one drink after to get to know him a little bit. After the first drink the new colleague left, but when asked if I wanted to get another one by K I just couldn’t say no. I talked to her and proclaimed I would only stay if it‘s totally okay for her, and she poured me another one. We both agreed to celebrate her last shift as coworkers and nothing more. I then helped her out during the shift, so she could talk to her favorite guests and drink without having to do all the work. I naively even stayed until after closing, where she told me after all we went through the last few weeks she still wanted to kiss me. She also tried to kiss me, and had it not been for our agreement, I would have kissed her as well. But I didn‘t, and that was the last time I have seen her. I feel terrible, even more than before yesterday. I may have ruined her relationship once again, but this time it was totally my fault, as I should‘ve just left earlier, but was too naive to do so.

Just trying to get this off my chest somehow, as the two persons I would normally talk to about stuff that I deal with are both not an option anymore. Me and my girlfriend are still together, but it has been tough.

A year ago I befriended a girl because we both played valorant. After that she introduced me to her friend group that she's been friends with for a long while already. We had the same vibe, they added me to their groupchats but then I did kinda horrible thing. I'm fat and i'm very insecure about it. We were about to meet up at our favourite artist concert bu I just couldn't face them because of how I look and they always made fun of fat people on their close friends stories on instagram or just always commented on others people weight, unfortunely for me they spotted me because of my face and well, I simply ignored them when they walked up to me. Later that night, after concert, I texted them apologizing and explaining why I acted that way and they forgave me but since that moment our friendship wasn't the same and we just grew very distant.

But they kept making fun of fat people on their social medias, which I felt targetted, yes I know this was very selfish of me because i am not center of the world, I get it now but at that time It made me feel even more insecure. So some kind of hatred towards them started growing inside me and when they posted a story calling one of our other friend "stupid fattie" I screenshoted the story and send it to her. I know this was wrong of me and this could've been solved in better way but I was very emotionally unstable at that time. Of course the other friend dmed them, comforting them about it and that's when they turned against me and it's understable. That's where it could've stopped but no.

The whole situation happened on march, its september now, and I keep getting mentioned EVERYWHERE, they tag me in the concert of the artist we all liked groupchat, they keep posting stories about me where they use my name and basically roast me on there, they even posted a tiktok with the village i live in and it was like "x group members as cities <3" and the list just keeps going.. Maybe I am overreacting but all of this is stressing me out. Also if someone knows how to stop carring about that I'd really like to know.

Please dont be rude, my english is terrible and I'm barely 18 years old.

It's kind of all in the title, my dads been terminal for a few years now, but manageable. We've got to the point that all treatment has been used, there is nothing left. The doctors gave him 6 months but hes deteriorating fast and its really hard to see him in this state. We are alot a like and he's made his feelings clear that he just wants it over with now there is no hope left to continue.

His wife wont let us make any arrangements to make his passing smoother and is assuming that me and my brother are after his money when we are just being practical and trying to make it as easy as possible while he still has his mind. If we go for power of attorney she will fight it and by that point it will be to late.

My partner when I try to open up about my feelings and say how tough this all is on me doesnt seem to engage with the conversation and will change to their current hyper-fixation. Most of my friends are work colleagues who know about a little about the situation but I cant vent to. My other friends l dont want to burden with taking my mental load and vent to them. I think there is one person who will but I cant get myself to message them and ask for help.

I want to cry to someone and feel supported, but can only cry on my own. Im safe on my own. I cant get hurt here in the dark of my apartment. I just want a hug and to know it will be okay. I've lost to many in the past years I dont think I will mentaly be able to deal with another, and not my dad.

I genuinely don't understand how this keeps happening to me.

I meet someone, we start talking, and somehow within a few days I'm already hearing their entire tragic backstory, emotional problems, relationship disasters, existential crisis - you name it.

And because I apparently have “free emotional support service” written on my forehead, I start listening. I sympathise. I try to help. I start worrying.

Then suddenly I'm feeling responsible for someone's emotional wellbeing when I barely know them.

Like bro, I don't even know you properly. Why am I already concerned about your life choices?

I'm honestly tired of sympathising with everyone and then somehow ending up carrying pieces of their problems with me.

I can care about someone without feeling responsible for them. I can listen without becoming their therapist. And I can walk away without feeling like I've committed a crime.

At this point, maybe I need to stop seeing complicated people as “interesting” and start seeing them as warning labels with personality.

Why can't I just meet one completely normal, emotionally stable human being for once?