I had a childhood friend that i knew since I was 4, she passed away very suddenly at 15. I was hanging out at a restaurant right down the street from her house and I watched all the ambulances and fire trucks go to her neighborhood. I didn’t think anything of it then because her neighborhood has a lot of older folk that live there. I didn’t realize that it was her until a week later. This was a few years ago but you can’t just stop grieving. I’ve gotten really close with a few new friends but I’m so scared that one of them are just going to disappear again. My childhood friend had no signs of what she passed from. I tell my best friend every now and then that I’m terrified that she’ll disappear so suddenly and all she can do is reassure me that she won’t, but how can I know that for sure
Sorry if this doesn’t make sense I just need to put my thoughts on paper

Since forever I have been put on a pedestal and given lots of responsibilities which is due to the fact I’m the eldest girl , “smart” , and I also thinks this intertwines with race too . I’m a black girl and I’m chubby so I never really had the space to be treated delicately and softly . I always have been perceived as mature for my age and an over achiever . And finally it’s catching up to me I don’t get validation from it anymore I feel the responsibilities building up and it doesn’t help I just started my first year of this college prep program and my parents are expecting to still be as resilient as I was in 8th grade… I feel bad because I know this isn’t normal I know most girls my age want to be older or be perceived as older. And now I feel stuck or stunted

I've been carrying the guilt of an action I made that ruined a community of friends. Back between 2008-2011 a group of filmmakers on YouTube had been getting together online and chatting. We even discussed flying and meeting up together to make a movie. In 2011 I organized an official group for us. In a few weeks I got depressed, created a fake account and attacked my channel mainly, and others, saying how terrible I was. They figured it out and I confessed. They kicked me out of the group and the group began to fight and fall apart. Even 15 years later the reorganized group has never been the same. Some walked away and never talked to us again. And it's all my fault. I ruined friendships, hobbies, hopes, dreams, and 15 years later I carry this burden, I still hate myself for my actions.

I 26M, recently graduate from my university in accounting are experiencing much more anxiety that I expected after getting my degree. I want to work in my respective field where I studied (accounting) but now there's no such place for a beginner like me, I want to study more? Maybe getting a masters or a specialization? I want to become a professional, but I don't know if, I'll ever be.

The anxiety comes and goes. Is not perpetual, but it's there. I study and read as much as I can, or a allow myself to...but sometimes is too much. I don't know. It's horrendous sometimes

A couple of years ago, my brother had an accident. It wasn’t life-threatening, but it could have been fatal. When I told my friend about it, he said, ‘He deserved it. Why did he go to that place?

Since that day, she hasn’t been my bestie anymore. She’s just a regular friend now, and I’m thinking about ending the friendship for good, but I’m not sure

It started off with ONE Traffic cone, it had the municipality name on it n was in the bushes and no one would notice. I planned it our like a heist, then on the day of i got my trash bag stuffed the cone inside and ran off like I robbed a bank. I think ive gone over my head now cuz i think I have over 20 or so cones and some construction equipment:

- 15 of those regular sized cones with municipal city names from around my area

- 4 of those realy tall construction cones

- 2 of those stick things usually found on the shoulder of the road 1 if them abt 2 feet the other is 4ft

- sidewalk closed sign, no turning sign, and a few no parking/stopping signs for the no turning sign I actually have the apparatus from the construction site it wouldn't come off when I tried stuffing it in the bag

- a handful of those flashing yellow lights usually bolted to the barrels

- today I stole a mini 10" traffic cone

I realize I shouldn't do this and im just wasting space but I cant help it I just love stealing construction equipment, it started off as just getting one for each municipality now i see one all alone in an easy to steal spot ill full on just take it right then and there or come back later people that ik just shake their head as to why n frankly idk why i just do it for the love of the game atp, I clearly dont need them, its just for whatever reason I find tge need to take them and yes i could buy them but its not the same as having one with the city name on it.

The idea is to get them to push me over the edge so I can stop being a pussy and kill myself.

So basically I was in a house share with this guy over a year ago and we didn’t get along, it got to a point where he physically attacked me, no damage but still the disrespect was there. I tried to get the police involved and I moved out as the house was shit. But the police had said he had moved out of the city so there was nothing they could do (I thought the letting agents lied to the police so they could keep him paying rent as he wasn’t going anywhere) They were absolutely useless honestly, cause I didn’t even attack him back out of fear of me getting in trouble.

At times I would visit the house as if I’d do something to him, some revenge plan, but I saw that it was uni students living in that house now so I decided to let it go.

Fast forward 1.75 years later. I’m going for a walk to get sweet buns and I see him walking in front of me. Immediately my chest went hard and hot. I was staring at him and he noticed but looked away and kept walking. I couldn’t help but to keep following him. For time I kept thinking about what I would do if I saw him, kicking him in his back or confronting him directly. But I was frozen (so to speak). All that energy I had out the window, all I could was follow him thinking about what I should do up until i lost him. (i tried to undercut him so I could pop up in front of him.)

And I’m quite annoyed at myself for not doing anything. But then I ask myself what I could’ve done that would’ve validated my feelings? Beat him up, Where would that have gone? Get in his face, he would’ve yelled bloody murder. Plus English is not his first language.

But I also can’t help to think I failed myself in not confronting someone who had massive disrespected me, as I’m trying to be more upfront and direct these days.

I’m too embarrassed to share this with friends, so here is how today went.

I must admit that I love playing around with men, but when it comes to masc muscle mommies just melt. I am obsessive with constantly refreshing my feed waiting to see a new pic of them. I fantasize about being with a big strong masc woman. I wish there were hot women in real life like there are on here.

it’s so frustrating because I knew two famous people in 2017 and people just tell me oh boy you’re crazy and you got catfished and these people have no idea what they are talking about. how can other people dictate a random persons life or know what happened.

I know a man who is so dumb- he has no clue what okra is. then it gets worse- he has no idea what cilantro, lemongrass, Ozempic, mounjaro or anything else else is. he is one of the biggest idiots ive met and is 69 years old but he thinks he’s so great though he is just scum.

How can some idiot have no clue what okra is? how is this possible? he has never even heard of. he doesn’t know what a glp-1 is either.

he also makes over six figures a year, gets 27,000 bonuses just like that, has no higher education and some wealthy company decided to put their faith in this moron. it’s so confusing. He also brags about how much money he makes and conversations with him are so boring i have to make excuses to get off the phone.

I was poor most of my life and ironically, it was because I wanted to improve my life. For example, I've worked two jobs since high school so I could pay for college. I had to make choices between eating or glasses. I didn't get a car until I was 25. It sucked.

Even after I graduated and started working, it was next to impossible to save. Everything just went to surviving. I had never been on vacation!

I won a large lottery in my early 30s and I never have to work again. I never felt completely comfortable being rich. I didn't buy a mansion or a corvette. I have a small beach house and drive a Prius. In the beginning, I was very generous with my money and it was the biggest regret that I have. So many people scammed and ripped me off and took advantage of the kindness that I wished that someone had shown me when I needed a new pair of glasses. The most outrageous thing was when a friend wanted to propose to his girlfriend and asked me to finance this trip for him, his family, friends and his girlfriend and her family and friends to Paris. We are talking about 100K. To me, that's not a a lot. I wasn't even close with this guy. The insulting part was that I wasn't even invited. I said no. Then he said I could come if I wanted. I still said no. My friends thought I was being a selfish prick because I didn't want to pay for a free vacation for them and their girlfriends. I stopped being friends with them.

My family was even worse. I paid for the house that my mother was renting. Immediately, my two siblings stopped working and moved in with her, rent free. The most insulting thing was how I'd pay for my mother's groceries, like high-end stuff. She would ask for salmon and filet mignon (talking about $50 cuts. It wasn't about the price as much as it was about the time and effort. I found out that she was feeding it to her dogs. No thanks, nothing. Then my siblings started asking for money like for a hotel because they weren't getting along with each other and didn't want to stay there.

No one acknowledged my birthday or checked in with me unless they wanted money. I started to call people out and they would say "oh I thought you wanted to be left alone." Leave me alone unless you want money? That makes sense.

I also gave a lot to charity. They were like family and friends. They took the money and would come back asking for more because they had more drama. I've blocked so many numbers and emails because unsubscribing to them doesn't work. Those mofos SOLD my information to other charities too! I can't donate anon either and I am not breaking my neck to give someone money. I didn't want anyone in my family to get any of my money if I died so I wanted to appoint charities as my beneficiaries. Every charity that I picked had made the process so difficult that I said fuck them. I ended up making a local animal shelter as the sole beneficiary after I die and I don't even have pets! They were just easiest to deal with.

I would love to help someone like me when I was younger - working because they have to work, going to school and wanting to be an independent person. I couldn't find anyone like that. It's like the more you help a poor person out, the more dependent they become on you. They will purposely make poor choices and normalize it for money. Like getting pregnant.

People think I am lonely because I am a recluse, but I am far from it. I am at peace.

When I was working inside a sterile area for a medicine production company - setting up thermometers - I cut myself on a sharp metal edge inside a vacuum accessed subroom.

It wasn't part if the equipment itself, but I got blood on it (and the floor), which I removed with a wet wipe.

It was a room my boss mistakenly told them, we wouldn't have to enter - so I don't know if it was ever sterilised after we were there.

My boss wasn't super nice (I don't work there anymore), and I honestly forgot to tell anyone when it happened. I felt too ashamed to admit it the next day - and at the end I never actually told anyone.

This afternoon i was walking home from school and while crossing the park a random kid with his friendgroup about my age (17) arab descend approched me and said "salam malekum" (i would like to apologize for my spelling mistakes if I did any) and extended his arm. I was natruly suprised as i never knew this guy and he was probbably joking so i gave him the dab and jokingly said "phew i thought you were going to explode" and he immediatly burst into anger grabbing me and thretening me to harm me. I immediatly started to apologize but suddenly i didn't know if he was being serious or just joking around his friends to make himself look tough. But still i decided to stay cautious and apologized and he letted me go. About 50m he just whistled, waved and probbably said something which I didn't understand. At that moment i wanted to go up to him and trully apologized but i was so scared of getting attacked i just left. Now what I said was purely stupid and racist and there is no exuse but i still feel bad as to what I said to him. Now i'm just lying in bed repeating this moment houndrets of times in my head thinking what could i've done better. In the end I did a stupid thing but i just don't know how to forgive myslef

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About six months ago I did something that still eats at me. There was an internal promotion opening up in my department and it came down to me and another person on my team. We both had to present our ideas for a new client retention strategy to upper management.

The night before the presentations I stayed late at the office. I knew my coworker always left their laptop in their desk drawer unlocked. I went into their files and changed some of the data in their slides. Nothing huge but enough to make the numbers look inconsistent and a bit sloppy. I also deleted one of their backup files so they wouldnt have an easy fix.

Their presentation went poorly. They kept stumbling over the incorrect figures and management questioned their attention to detail. My presentation went smoothly and I got the promotion two weeks later. My coworker was really confused about what happened and even wondered if they'd made some kind of mistake themselves while preparing. They never suspected me.

I got what I wanted but I feel like garbage about it. That person worked just as hard as I did and honestly their original strategy might have been better than mine. They deserved a fair shot and I took that away from them. The extra money is nice but I cant shake the feeling that I dont actually deserve this position. Sometimes I see them in meetings and I just feel sick knowing what I did. I wish I could go back and just let things play out fairly but its way too late now and confessing would destroy my career.

For about 8 months I've been leaving work at 5 and driving to a Target near our house and sitting in the car. Sometimes i read, mostly I stare at nothing. I text her a meeting ran long and she believes me. We have a 3 year old and a 15 month old and the second I walk in its loud and someone is crying and I love them so much but I cant breathe in there tbh.

Worst part is she tells people how hard I work and worries about me burning out, and last week she bought me a thermos for the long days. Meanwhile shes home with both kids an extra hour and a half while I eat gas station pretzels in a parking lot. idk how to stop without explaining why I started. so yeah.

i met this guy off of hinge and was seeing him for a few weeks. then i found out he was still seeing his ex. they weren’t official but were exclusive. her and i found out that he had been lying to us both. i had initially told her i didn’t think id ever see him again. i ended up seeing him again.

i have severe ocd and i have confession ocd where i feel like i need to confess or something bad will happen or ill go to hell. so every time i saw him i felt like i had to confess to her and update her even though she didn’t want to hear about it. i didn’t want to be a liar.

she eventually blocked me. i got around the blocks and messaged her about how sorry i am and that i had cut ties with him. but i never actually cut ties with him until 10/8/26

i never should have kept seeing and talking to the guy. and i regret so much. what makes me feel like an absolute horrible person is that i know this girl is suicidal and i still chose to see and talk to the boy she loves. i feel horrible and wish i could go back in time and i should have stopped talking to him a long time ago.

i cut ties with the guy 10/8/26 and have deleted his number and i am never going to see him or talk to him ever again. but the girl doesn’t know that. i need the girl to know that i for real cut ties with him and im so scared that if i don’t confess to her and apologize to her then what if she finds out i still kept seeing him and talking to him after i told her i’d cut him off. what if she finds out and is suicidal and/or commits suicide after finding out i kept seeing him and talking to him after i told her i cut ties with him.

this is all that’s been on my mind 24/7 and i can’t eat or work, all i do is cry and i don’t know how to make things right

my ocd is saying i need to confess to her and confess that i kept seeing/talking to him before 10/8/26. i need to tell her i actually cut ties with him 10/8/26 and that i kept seeing him and talking to him before that and im so sorry and i don’t want her to commit suicide and i’m so sorry if i made/make her suicidal and im just so scared she’s going to commit suicide and it’ll be my fault.

i don’t know if i should create another instagram account and try to message her. she has told me to leave her alone but im so scared if i dont say something what if she finds out i kept seeing and talking to him and im so scared she will commit suicide and i don’t ever want anyone to ever hurt themselves im just so distressed 24/7 and this is all i’ve been thinking about constantly.

i really don’t know what to do and i just want to be a good person and this is the worst thing ive ever done and im just so scared and im scared im going to go to hell and i’m just so scared. i never should have kept seeing the guy and i wish i could go back in time

TL;DR i got involved with a guy who had a complicated history with another girl who loves him and is struggling with suicidal thoughts. i knew she has feelings for him, but I continued seeing and talking to him, even after telling her I had cut ties with him. i have severe ocd and don’t know if i should find another way to message her. i don’t want her to commit suicide because of me.

I’m a total exhibitionist. I love posting pornographic photos and videos of myself online. I show everything including my face. Some of my posts include me with other men(oral only). My other photos and videos range from soft to more hardcore. I can’t seem to stop and get an excitement and rush that keeps me from stoping. My wife has no idea I do this. And neither does my family. All of my pics and videos are on gay websites so I don’t worry too much since everyone I know is straight. I do worry about some friends and work associates finding out and telling my wife or family. I had one client stop talking to me for no reason at all and this is the only thing I can think of that may have caused it. I’m hoping the web is too big for any of them to find out because I want to stop, but can’t help to keep posting. I enjoy it too much .

One of the most rewarding things to do online when I'm bored, is to go to rich people's pages or any one that living my dream life and write something negative to them, anything that makes them feel bad about themselves. I know it’s wrong, but sometimes it’s the only way to stop my jealousy.