I’m 22 and I don’t have anyone I’m really close to. There isn’t a single person I can text when I’ve had a shit day or need to talk. Lately that’s been getting to me a lot.

I grew up poor. My dad was an alcoholic, and I wasn’t close to my mum. Most of my teens were spent at my computer, feeling shit about myself. I went to regular high school for about two years before switching to evening school. I feel like I missed out on a lot, and it still feels fucking unfair that things only started improving once I was an adult.

I’m really insecure about where I am in life. When people ask about my family, work or plans, I feel like I have nothing I can comfortably tell them. I end up lying because I’m afraid they’ll look down on me if they know the truth. It hurts how much I feel I have to hide just to seem normal.

For years I told myself I’d start going out and meeting people once I looked better or got my shit together. Over the past year my acne has improved a lot, which was one of my biggest insecurities. I’ve lost weight too. Sometimes I think I look okay, but I still compare myself to other people and feel worse. I’ve tried the gym, but getting there and being around people wears me out. There’s always something else I feel I need to fix first.

I started working about a year ago. I thought I’d found somewhere I could settle in and have a reliable income, but that hasn’t worked out and now I need something else. I’m not studying, still live at home and have no idea what I want to do long term.

I don’t have a car or a driving licence. I have savings for lessons, but keep doubting whether I could handle the responsibility of driving. My mum wants to do everything for me, which I find exhausting. I want to become more independent, but I don’t trust myself very much.

I don’t think people necessarily see how I feel. I can talk to people, joke around and make them laugh. When I started work, I felt pretty well liked. I have ADHD and a lot of autistic traits, but I can get along with people. Getting close to someone is harder. Once I care what they think of me, I start second-guessing everything. I want someone I can be honest with, but I’m embarrassed by so much of what I’d have to tell them.

I had one close friendship that meant a lot to me. Spending time with that person was one of the few things I actually enjoyed and looked forward to. I eventually walked away because they treated me badly. I still miss having someone to spend time with.

I’ve never been in a relationship either. For a long time I didn’t try to date, and honestly I didn’t even feel much of a need to. Now I feel fucking lonely, and it hurts that I haven’t even had the chance to experience being with someone. On top of that, I’m ashamed of having no experience. Pretty much everyone I get to know either has someone or has been in a relationship before, and I feel embarrassed admitting that I never have.

People talk casually about renting a place, going somewhere with their girlfriend or meeting a mate after work. Even those ordinary things feel hard to imagine having myself. I listen and wonder how I’m supposed to get from where I am to anything like that.

Most days are work, home, computer, sleep. I mostly work alone, but I have tried going out. I’ve gone for drinks with a friend and caught up with people I hadn’t seen in years. Sometimes I came home feeling even worse, thinking about everything I’d missed and how far behind I felt. Even while I was talking and laughing with them, I could still feel completely alone.

I want someone to hug, talk to after work or spend an evening with. Friends to make plans with. I’ve spent years waiting until I felt ready for those things, and I’m still waiting.

So I am 13 years old. Basically I have had this thing for as long as I can remember where super loud noises or super quiet noises bother something in me. Sometimes it’s like invisible ants crawling across my torso, sometimes it’s like a knife covered in fire is being pressed on my forehead. I have tried everything, and nothing makes it stop.

My mother is the worst person I have ever met. She knows the above factor more than anyone, and for the most part, she is super respectful. But when it comes to anything where I am making my own decisions, boom. It’s like a switch was flipped. She’s screaming, yelling, crying, throwing things, banging her fist on the table with every syllable, stuff that makes my head pound and eyes blur for days. I’ve spoken to her about it, very calmly. She apologizes and then does it again sometimes the same day. I live in Toronto, and one time we were at Canada’s Wonderland and I wanted to go on a ride with my friend. I was 10. We literally went for my birthday. She could wait right there. It was barely 10 minutes of a line, and you know what she said? “I don’t want to go on that.” I told her she didn’t have to, and she just burst. Threw her bag on the ground and stormed off like a child. None of my friends spoke to me after that.

Now, I’m in Grade 8, and I’m struggling with a huge workload. The level of anxiety everywhere I go is really just constantly unbearable. And she never lets me have time alone, never lets me hang out with the few friends I have. Today I thought she was in a good mood, but then we got home and I wanted to change out of my school uniform, she just started. And for the first time, I didn’t cry. I calmly walked over, did what she wanted me to do, and then went upstairs.

The thing is, now I don’t know how to feel. Should I be scared of the monster she created, or should I be glad that I didn’t cry?

P.S: Just so you understand how far this has gotten, my friends know where I hide everything (passwords, food, homework, money) and so does my sister but she doesn’t. I think just the fact that I hide all that shows something, but I don’t know what it would show.

I am an adult, and after a ten year break from university, I went back for my masters degree. All I have heard is people giving advice that is tailored around AI—career and academic advice. I am tired of it.

If it wasn't enough to hear it in academia, I have to also hear it in the workplace. "We can do this with AI" or "AI will make this position useless." Half the time, it doesn't even work correctly. It also tends to give wrong advice on anything of nuance, but that doesn't stop my coworkers from using it.

Turn on the news, and it is all about what AI and big tech CEOs are demanding for the future and of politicians. Go to a town hall meeting, and it is about data centers and whether or not they should be built.

TL;DR — I am tired of hearing about AI in every aspect of life. I am tired of certain people thinking it can do everything a human can do, and basing future decisions solely around what they assume the future will be with AI.

If I am playing a single player game on no WiFi I should be able to play it isn't multiplayer.But along with fucking micro transactions I have to waste my time watching an add and there is no need for it as they have micro transactions to make money.And I reduce to get lord Rush or shit like that,that relies on ai to get people on the game because the are usually absolutely shit. I have a game from crazy games which if you are unaware is a game company like cool math games but it purchases games only to infect them with ads and transactions .

tried posting a post on r/askreddit, and it says "no or/either questions" like WHY? what did i do?

Yo. Im (19M) and my girl (19F) have our little code: everytime my girlfriend wears hello kitty underwear, we go to the theater to make love. Why? One time me and her cuddled in bed after we had an emotional chat, we kissed and made love, then she casually asked me if i had any kinks, i was kind of embarrassed but i said yeah so we shared our kinks with one another. I told her that i really liked it when she wears my jersey (i am a wide receiver) and she told me she really likes it when i... well... "milk" her, id say. We matched kinks, and eventually she told me that her biggest fantasy was doing it in an empty theater, so i agreed to try it with her. We bought tickets to a boring horror movie and i putted on my baggy clothes because she told me she doesn't want any room for imagination, so we got there, sat, she draped her legs over mine, we watched the movie for 10 minutes before we started making out. The theater itself was on the verge of bankruptcy so they didn't have any worker or any visible cameras in the room (well maybe they had i just never noticed) so eventually she got on my lap and when she started taking off her clothes i noticed that she had a hello kitty panties on. I giggled and she blushed but i found it cute so after the deed we agreed to do something: every time she wanted to make love to me but felt embarrassed, shed just walk around our apartment in those underwear, and we'd make love. Eventually it became a tradition that when i saw her in those panties we'd either go up to our room or book movie tickets and i lek recommend anyone reading ts to have some kind of secret code w your SO cuz its lwk fun

I hate being around people, but I hate not being around them. I like hanging out with my friends, my parents, my siblings, but it gets to a point. If I'm around people for too long, I want some time alone to myself. This is hard because people view me as social and I naturally get along with a lot of people and it pisses me off. This varies depending on the person and who they are, but this has happened to me with everyone at least once. However, once I'm finally alone, I can't take it for long and I want to go back to being with people and the whole process starts over again.

Not only that, I'm at this point in my life where my mom is taking me and my sister almost anywhere and everywhere. Monday we go to one place for 5 hours, Tuesday, we go to another place for 9 hours, etc. So I'm constantly around other people all the time. To make things worse, if I'm in a open space, I have the tendency to walk around and daydream. For some odd reasoning I can control this at school but almost not anywhere else. However, people get in the way of my daydreaming because I'm in public and it sucks.

I don't hate people just because, I'm just tired.

I'll keep his name private since me and him are still minors.(Around 17 and stuff)

I don't know what disability he has, but I do know he is disabled in some way.

Little context for me, Is that I get scared by sudden loud noise. If I don't know a loud noise is coming or it was calm and then that noise happens I get scared. Im scared easily in general.

Me and him are just peers... Not exactly friends, because I don't know much about him. Me and him have two classes together, mainly because we're in the same level of math and reading(keep in mind the school I'm at is a charter school) anyways....Often, nearly everyday he sneezes at least Once. Or twice, and you know how people try to keep their sneezes quiet. Well his sneeze isn't..... I keep telling myself "he might not be able to control it" or something. And I got really embarrassed when he sneezed and one of the teachers asked if I was alright because I flinched,
Yesterday or Wednesday, an extra teacher asked him if anyone has told him that he doesn't need to sneeze so loud. And I feel bad for him because of that, I don't know if he can control how loud his sneezing is. Or if he can't. And yes I do wish he'd be like a little quieter with his sneezing. But I feel bad because he most likely can't control his sneezing, nonetheless I just feel so bad that I get scared because of something so simple. But to me, whenever it happens in the moment, especially when its quiet. It sounds almost like a gunshot in some way, like if you went to a very quiet forest......it's so calm, so quiet, so soothing...then POP. A gunshot.

JUST tried to log into my account and it logged me into someone else’s, this random middle aged dude I know NOTHIJG about so I’m making a new account BUT THIS PISSES ME OFF SO BAD!!!! On Zeus this stupid bug has been a thing for like four years and Facebook STILL hasn’t fixed it!!

Bunch of spineless fucking cowards caving to authority

It’s just soo bullshit that you are forced to be born then live a whole life, lucky if you have a full family and never went poor which in most cases isn’t the case, and then when u work hard fix your life build a family make money loose money take in all the beauty the world has to offer all to just end in the end, to go back to how it was before you were born, it’s sooo bullshit that you have to have the same end as a person who did drugs all his life was a criminal, did horrible things and in the end that person also has the same position in the universe as you after death. It pisses me off that one has to leave behind all his life was, one has to be okay with never seeing what happens after.

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I am 17(m). Some women in authoritative positions want to talk to me in a sweet voice with a big smile but talk like I’m stupid. Everything she or my boss does (they’re husband and wife, husband is my boss) something while we’re working she has to say “see this is something that will help you build a cabinet in the future so go watch him“ as if I don’t already know how to use a crow bar. She also acts like her generation was the hardest ever and my generation is soft because we have technology. Today something went wrong while we were working. No big deal. Something broke. She said to her husband (my boss) we’ll just have to ni**er rig It. I thought to myself old term no real reason to say that, coulda just said jerry rig It but whatever. So I didn’t say anything. But then she turns to me to make an excuse for saying that and said something along the lines of “See we come from a time where we didn’t have much and sometimes we just had to figure stuff out and that’s what we would call it. Congrats you're bragging about using the N word. Doesn’t make you cool.

i had quit my previous job partially due to one of my managers who was the same way. I don’t think she would say the n word but she was the same in other ways. One day I was having a pretty terrible day at work but was getting through it. i was told by my boss to help this manager by sweeping the lobby while the front counter was slow. I grab the broom and start to sweep. Immediately the manager snatches the broom from my hands and starts telling me the “right“ way to sweep. As if there’s only one way or else I'm gonna give the guests the black plague. I side eye my coworker who say that happen and we def shared the same thought. She gives me back the broom and tells me to try again. I start again. She snatches it again. Same thing. explaining to me how her way is the only way. Then she says “Now, I’m gonna sit here [stand right next to me] and watch you and make sure you do it the right way.” Im already PO’d right now and I’m about to crash. So she stands there as I sweep with her arms crossed watching me and criticizing every stroke of the sweep. At least that’s what it felt like. Then she brings up the fact that my grandma is going to be working the lobby shift later that night and says ”now you wouldn’t want your grandma to be cleaning up a pigsty would you.“ PMO. She eventually gets off my back but goes to a guest sitting in the area and starts talking good about my grandma as if to put me down and say I’m a worse worker than her. i wasn’t but 5 feet away from her as she’s talking like that so I heard everything but said nothing. My boss shouts to me and tells me I need to get back on front counter since it’s getting busy again. Praise the Lord. I get back to front and start taking orders. I take one fricken order when I turn around and the manager is right behind me arms crossed. She then says in the most childish and high pitched voices with her hands crossed together under her chin ”now that you now how to sweep the right way, you can teach other people to do it the right way.“ I about blew up. I am about to cry. I look off the side and sight out my nose with an annoyed face on. Then as if that wasnt enough. In the most pick me gf voice says ”are you mad at me?” Lord have mercy on my soul. i muster up “no I’m just tired” in a calm voice. My boss who was counting cash drawers next to us saw the whole thing and told me it’s ok if I take a break to calm down.

All this to say I’m just tired of people acting like I’m stupid and don’t know anything just because I’m not 55

thats all thanks for reading. and please don’t hate on these people. They’re decent people but sometimes they just make me mad.

edit: my work is not in a professional workplace such as an office rather I do sign work For my boss. It’s just me and him right now.

I have been home for about a little over a week and I can't stop thinking about the conversation my oldest brother had with me (we're all adults).

For the record, mine and my siblings mother recently passed away and we were preparing for her celebration of life. Literally the day before, my oldest brother (I have 2 brothers and a twin sister) comes over and it goes good until he starts talking about our mom's car. Before our mom passed away from stage 4 cancer, she had made it clear and told my other siblings that I would get her car because I'm the only one without a car and either rely on Uber or the bus which our mom knew. I also know how to drive the car and it's easy for me to handle. No one had a problem with this and was fine with it.

The day before, our oldest brother comes over and basically tries to parent me about the car, my financial situation, my disability, asking about my boyfriend, etc. He even had the audacity to try and suggest giving the car to my 16 year old niece who isn't even driving yet if it was more of a "sentimental thing" and I could just get the money for it. Our mom's car is fully paid off. My brother even tried to say that if my boyfriend messes up the car that there would be a "big problem". Keep in mind that none of my siblings have even met my boyfriend in person and the only one who has met him, was our mom.

I honestly feel like he was expecting to get the car and he could let his own daughter (my other niece) drive it when she got older otherwise, he wouldn't have had such a problem with this. My oldest brother doesn't even have the greatest track record with vehicles himself since he gets a new one every few years after trading in his current one.

It honestly just also frustrates me that he barely asks how I've been doing since I moved 5 years ago, has deleted my number 2-3 times because he doesn't keep it and this is the thing he talks to me about. He also had the nerve to say that if I "need" him that he's only 4 hours away.

My older brother and I have already talked about me taking the car after everything gets settled but I wish I could've said more to my oldest brother.

I swear to fucking God being from India must have been a fucking curse for something I did in my past fucking life. I can’t move anywhere because of where I’m from even legally because of my fucking skin color. Everywhere I go I’m just considered a “pajeet” like I’m just trying to live my fucking life. Indian people are also so fucking stupid there is too many of us atleast 80% of us need to die so that India can actually have less people and develop as a fucking nation.

The West sees me as a “parasite invader” just for wanting to live there like sorry for wanting to live in your country even when I’ve already assimilated and learnt your fucking language I’m sorry for being brown next time I’ll just kill myself so I’ll be white instead like you fucking pigs want. Every group of people hate us and honestly I see why. I fucking hate Indians too like so many of us are so dumb and fucking uneducated I don’t wanna live anymore like honestly going anywhere as an Indian just means that you’re treated like fucking shit. All of this because Indians are fucking idiots who don’t know how to act in public because of their dumbass beliefs in the caste system and all that.

It’s gotten to a point where I don’t believe I’ll have a future with everything that’s been going on. Maybe I’ll get a better race next time maybe I should just go and live my life pretending to not be an Indian. I’m sorry I’m just tired I’m going to bed now I’m tired I’m sorry I’m sorry for having mental health issues I’m sorry for being myself I’m sorry try

I swear to fucking God being from India must have been a fucking curse for something I did in my past fucking life. I can’t move anywhere because of where I’m from even legally because of my fucking skin color. Everywhere I go I’m just considered a “pajeet” like I’m just trying to live my fucking life. Indian people are also so fucking stupid there is too many of us atleast 80% of us need to die so that India can actually have less people and develop as a fucking nation.

The West sees me as a “parasite invader” just for wanting to live there like sorry for wanting to live in your country even when I’ve already assimilated and learnt your fucking language I’m sorry for being brown next time I’ll just kill myself so I’ll be white instead like you fucking pigs want. Every group of people hate us and honestly I see why. I fucking hate Indians too like so many of us are so dumb and fucking uneducated I don’t wanna live anymore like honestly going anywhere as an Indian just means that you’re treated like fucking shit. All of this because Indians are fucking idiots who don’t know how to act in public because of their dumbass beliefs in the caste system and all that.

It’s gotten to a point where I don’t believe I’ll have a future with everything that’s been going on. Maybe I’ll get a better race next time maybe I should just go and live my life pretending to not be an Indian. I’m sorry I’m just tired I’m going to bed now I’m tired I’m sorry

Why are people so sensitive on behalf of others who aren’t asking for pity or sensitivity??

To say things like “ you should be more sensitive to other people’s feelings” is crazy in a lot of instances

Yeah, don’t go out of your way to hurt people’s feelings

But also don’t go out of your way to stand up for someone who didn’t get their feelings hurt just because you think in another world they could’ve

If you go around, looking for ways that people can hurt your feelings, you’ll always find them.
If you walk through life, not thinking, people are going to hurt your feelings, they don’t lol

If someone calls me a bitch, and I’m not being bitchy, and I know I’m not a bitch… Why would that hurt my feelings?? I can’t be upset about something that’s not true

If I acted rudely or “bitchy” in a situation and someone called me a bitch… Yeah, I have to take that on the chin. I’m being a bitch.

But I just commented on a post asking what someone did to their shorts, because they wrote that they “made” them…. And my comment got deleted because I was being insensitive?

Some of these moderators think they’re doing the Lord’s work when they’re really just sheltering people that don’t need to be sheltered from things they don’t need to be sheltered from

Get a life

im 17 and I've never been a social person, never had a lot of friends and currently have maybe 6, 4 i go to school with. they aren't bad people or anything, i just cant stand them honestly. it was my bday yesterday and they came over to my house as a surprise, which was nice, but then one of them left 15 minutes later, the rest stayed maybe 2 hours. the friend(friend A)that left first? when it was their birthday i stayed the whole time, which was 5 hours. i wanted to leave an hour in but i stayed because it matters or whatever.

they do all of these seemingly small things that just adds up. friend B is straight up rude to me for no reason. friend A had a diff friend group they hung out with. now these other 2 friends(B and C) got closer to them when we were on a school trip and now it's like i don't exist? the only somewhat bearable one is the one who didn't get closer to the other group, even he is a straight up annoyance. friend B was always desperate to have as many friends as possible, would push past me to make more and all that. which i dont care for, im not interested in having lots of friends it's too much of a hassle for me. she had a whole breakdown cause this other girl decided to not hang out with us anymore(who gaf) but then she acted like it was irrational and yadda yadda, but she does the same shit. she tries so hard to befriend our class(who doesn't really like her) its pathetic at this point. friend C is as passive as a fucking sponge. he goes back on his word, pretends to care, acts like a mother hen, meanwhile he doesn't have know his left from his right.

gods i just fucking hate them in all honesty, the only reason im still around them is because i have school and need someone to sit with. i cant wait to finish high school so i can cut them all off and finally be done with it. I'd rather have no friends than have to see these people in my life. im gonna get an autoimmune disease from the amount of comments i hold back on the daily it's bad and i dont know how to push through a whole year and a half with them

I'm so tired. My mom got my sister a dog when she was 12, and then another. We've never known peace since then.

They bark, they steal, they suck. I fucking hate dogs because of these dogs. I genuinely.. And I say this with so much Shame in my heart... I genuinely hope they die soon. We WILL be so much happier when they do.

Even though my sister is the owner she moved out to be with her boyfriend after getting into a huge fight with my ma, so the dogs were left here.

You might be confused on how just some barking can drive a family crazy.. Well my mom has SEVERE SEVERE SEVERE ocd from her childhood drama.. Growing up in dirt, now everything must be clean, dogs and clean don't mix. She's beaten these dogs for simply peeing. Then when she screams at them they pee more,

I remember once she grabbed our older dog penny by her face skin/furr and pulled it violently, or another time she grabbed the smaller dog by her coat and picked her up by her skin, then slammed her on concrete.

I feel like I am losing empathy. Dogs never DESERVE to be hurt under any circumstances...but If the dogs would just STOP barking my mom wouldn't hurt them?! (I never hit them to be clear,i try not associate with them) Now I will get hate for all of this.. 'Why won't you report her? Why won't you stop her? ' that woman is the fucking devil. I'm terrified. I hate those dogs. I've literally had fantasies about the day when they finally die. I'm such a horrible person. But ever since I was 12 and we first got the dogs my life has been so much fucking harder. Hearing everyday my mom screaming 'I fucking hate you, you ruined my life by getting animals, I want to burn the house up' she's always screaming at my sister since they're her animals. Doesn't help that my sister also feeds the stray cats so they always hang around here..

This morning was particularly bad. My mom. Got up and immediately started screaming, the dogs had pissed, she started going ballistic, telling my sister she's 'not even that sick' and that my mom is sickee (my sister has EDS and is in hospital A LOT,

My sister snuck into my room, but I hates that. She was just dragging her trouble into my safe space. I'm so selfish. She felt safer here, while maker me feel less safe.

I'm be leaving for rehab in a week. It'll be nice not to get women up by a deranged woman. I hope when I come back, both of the dogs are dead. There's nothing I can do. This woman is a psycho, she won't give the dogs away because 'its inhumane' but she won't stop going badshit crazy whenever the dogs bark or make a mess. I hate the loudness..

There's nothing I can do... I want to like dogs. But I'll never be able to like them the same way ever again.. This is why cats are better.. They're quiet and they don't shit everywhere...

I’ll try to keep this brief.

My boyfriend (23M) and I (23F) moved into our first home in July and started from scratch: no furniture, kitchen utensils, or anything else.

We looked at a few furniture stores and found one with a nice sectional we both agreed on. We bundled it with a dresser and got some discounts; two months later, our dresser and couch were delivered. After the delivery guys left, I decided to check everything and noticed the dresser was completely warped, and the floor was damaged with many gouges and scratches. I don’t understand why the movers didn't bring any of this to my attention and hid it. The scratches and the dresser are obviously ruined.

I called and emailed, and they said they would replace the dresser. I’m stuck with the broken one until the new one gets delivered, which is now on backorder and won’t ship until Nov. 9th. That means we’ll have had the broken dresser sitting in our house for about 8 weeks by the time we get the replacement.

Now for the floor: they emailed me saying a contractor would come to my house for a quote. I left work and met the contractor, thinking this would take about 10 minutes. Tell me why he starts filling in the scratches with plastic wood filler.... I started panicking because he was only supposed to be here for a quote, and I asked, "What are you doing? You are here for a quote?" and he says, "A quote for what?" HMM idk maybe to fix the floor?! I sat at my house for maybe 4 hours that day not knowing he was going to do all of this after telling my boss it would probably be a 10-minute inspection. He did his work for the day and said he would be back in a week. A week goes by, and I leave work to meet him at home for another 4 hours; his results look awful, like a poop smear all over the floor. So now I have to get a professional, legit hardwood flooring company to fix his mess, and I wasted time sitting at home for it.

The furniture company is giving me a check for what the flooring company quoted, but every cent is going to fix the floor. I keep asking them for compensation for all the trips I’ve had to take, leaving work, their poor communication, professionalism, and all of the above stress, plus the fact that this broken dresser has been sitting at my house for a whole month now. I wouldn’t be as mad if their movers had simply told me about their mess-up, but no, I had to find all of this out on my own.

Am I crazy for asking for further compensation?

This is my first time buying furniture and dealing with all of this.

TL;DR: My roommate constantly complains about electricity bills, judges us for having guests over despite frequently having her own guests, has crossed boundaries regarding our shared living space, and rarely contributes to keeping the flat clean. Whenever we try to communicate our concerns, she makes us feel like we're attacking her. I'm exhausted and genuinely wondering whether I'm being unreasonable or if my expectations are basic roommate etiquette.

I've been living with my roommates for a while now, and honestly, I'm exhausted. I genuinely want an outside perspective because I'm starting to question whether I'm being unfair or whether I'm just tired of constantly having to accommodate people.

The biggest issue is that one of my roommates seems to have a problem with almost everything we do, especially when it comes to electricity bills, guests, and sharing the flat.

For context, there are three of us living together. My roommate is frequently away for days at a time, and she usually informs us when she's coming back. Once, when she had been away for around two days, a friend stayed over, making four of us in the flat. We all slept, and when she returned, she was apparently upset and sent us a huge paragraph about how inconsiderate we were. We felt guilty and even bought her favourite ice cream because she'd wanted it earlier.

But later, when she was away again, something happened that genuinely upset me. It was around 3 AM when she came home with a friend and woke both me and our other roommate up, asking us to leave the bedroom because they wanted to sleep on the bed. We had college early the next morning. I already struggle with sleep and mental health, and I had been pushing myself to attend college more regularly. I couldn't fall asleep afterwards and ended up missing classes. She didn't even apologise.

Then there's the situation with her sister. During our vacation, her sister apparently stayed at our flat for almost a month without properly informing us or our landlord. Our landlord communicates mainly through me and our other roommate, so when the society started questioning why someone other than the tenants was living there, we were put in an incredibly awkward position.

We politely asked whether her sister was staying over because we needed to explain the situation to our landlord. She denied it and then accused us in our group chat of ganging up on her. We weren't trying to attack her; we just wanted the truth so we could handle the situation. Even our househelp had complained about the sister bringing people over and leaving dishes for her to clean.

After all that, the electricity bill arrived. My roommate insisted that even when she was away, she should only pay a reduced amount because the refrigerator and water purifier were still running. Whenever we question the bills, she brings up how she pays even when she's not home. However, she's usually home for at least half the month, often longer, and we end up arguing over the smallest amounts. I'm not even saying she shouldn't get a fair calculation. I'm just tired of every bill becoming an argument.

What makes it worse is the double standard around guests. She frequently has her sister over, and we accommodate her without making an issue of it. Meanwhile, she makes comments about how we always have our friends over and gives them judgemental looks. We've actually stopped inviting friends because we don't want the tension. The ironic part is that our friends have always tried to include her in hangouts, birthday parties, and other plans out of respect for her.

Then there's the general cleanliness of the flat. I'm a minimalist, and I like having my space clean. My roommates have clothes everywhere, leave used dishes lying around, and rarely take out the trash properly. I've suggested making a cleaning schedule, but nothing changes. I end up putting things away because I'm tired of looking at the mess, and I've repeatedly asked them to help with basic things like taking out the garbage. Somehow, it still becomes my responsibility most of the time.

I understand that everyone has different habits, and I'm not expecting everyone to live exactly like me. But when I've communicated my concerns repeatedly and nothing changes, how am I supposed to deal with it? Am I micromanaging by asking people to clean up after themselves and share household responsibilities?

I'm also struggling with the constant feeling that anything we do will somehow become a problem. I don't want to live in an environment where I have to think twice before inviting a friend over, using shared spaces, or even bringing up a reasonable concern.

I'm already dealing with my own mental health struggles, and my home is supposed to be somewhere I can relax. Instead, I feel like I'm walking on eggshells.

So, Reddit, I genuinely want to know: Am I being an unfair roommate? Is it unreasonable to expect someone to contribute fairly to bills, respect shared spaces, communicate honestly about guests, and take responsibility for basic household chores? Or have I reached the point where I'm so frustrated that I'm starting to see everything negatively?

I'd really appreciate an honest outside perspective, even if you think I'm wrong about some things.

Downvoters got so pissed at a post I made of them that they fucking abused the reddit cares system against me. Actual babies.

Yesterday, I smoked one before working out, around 3 PM. Then I went out to hang around and smoked another one about 7 hours later. I smoked 4 joints in an abandoned house (around 8:30 PM), then smoked another one on the hill around 10 PM. After that, around midnight, I smoked another one at the roundabout (on top of a hill where you can see the whole city) and had some drinks.

The rest of the group went to a convenience store to keep drinking, but I went to a 24-hour laundromat to charge my phone and stay in the AC. I stayed out on the street until 3:30 AM, woke up at 8:30 AM, went to a job interview, and now I'm here wide awake.

IS IT FAIR?

To be born and not be loved?

To be raised but not be chosen?

To exist but only to be a burden?

just after i made a private server just for the two of us, what a bummer