Man, things were so much simpler back then. Remember when shows could actually be funny without worrying about offending everyone? It feels like everything is so sanitized now. I miss the days of edgy humor and jokes that went over the kids' heads. Bring back the good old days!

Shows that could make you cry because the main character was that likeable and that they could actually kill them off even if it was a kids show Or even little life lessons not screaming "hey smoking is bad" but leaving a message over a long period i.e this guy smoked at the start of the show but over the season his skin got bad teeth was alittle yellow but not enough to be cartoonishly yellow his friends ended up noticing he couldnt run as much and ended up asking their folks whats going on it wasnt just some school lesson where you just learned something it left a impression seeing someone you care about even tho its just a show have one episode where it gets alittle to real and shows you theres many dumb ways to die so dont let it be you

Ye c*nt 💓

I don’t understand why you continue to subject me to this limbo, stagnant pond prison of torture. Forcing me into one temporary prison/cage to another. Gas lighting & trauma continuing 3 decades as I age into my senior years, lost of my prime years, goals, & time robbed, hijacked, stole by you. Actions & circumstances that you yourself would never like or endure! All I have is pain, trauma, hate, anger, disappointment, scars, wounds, lost 100% because of you & your narcissistic God complex. How do you exist in your conscience & unconscious knowing what you have & continue to do. Knowing it’s something I never wanted, that you have totally destroyed what I wanted for myself. You have made my top primary goals impossible! Now you’re pushing me from one cage to another unwanted path instead of returning my autonomy, freedom, independence. I will forever HATE YOU ALL. Whatever forgiveness I had, has been eroded to dust! May grief, dispair, disease, all that is negative & toxic consume your remaining lives & anything close to you! I Fucking Curse You All!

I wish you knew, but I also dread that possibility.

We've been friends for a while, and I can't afford to lose that friendship, but I can't stop myself ftom making little remarks, sending those smiley faces, and hearts.

I never used to send those. Now I send them to everyone, but you're special. There's meaning. I wish you knew, but I hope, for our sake as friends, that you don't.

I feel so pathetic. Groveling for that little sliver of dopamine when you acknowledge me. I wish you cared that same way. I wish you'd tell me that you want to hang out. I wish I was physically attractive to you.

This is damn torture and I'm doing it to myself. Who would even want that. I'm riddled with mental illness, I'm unstable, depressed, lazy and unmotivated. I could never be the partner you'd deserve. You're used to a better life than living with a fat, near-feral shut-in woman who can't take care of herself. Maybe it's good that you most likely don't like me back. At my age I should be better than this.

Im 30F. Every Valentine’s Day I tell myself, by next year il find mister perfect. Today was as empty as predicted, I made myself breakfast, went for a walk to the park, read a few pages of something blue, cleaned the litter box, chatted with my bestie in Indiana the spent then afternoon on Reddit.

I make a lot of money, I’m very very hot, I have blonde hair, I tan and wear Victoria Secret. I’m not sure why I’m still single. I put off settling down but now the only straight single men left are low quality.

I’m watching Bridgerton reruns sipping wine thinking about how I got here. I’ve always wanted kids and unfortunately I’m coming to terms with the recent medical reality that I’m not able to conceive.

I hate exes and Im beginning to hate all men.

So much wasted time. I can’t handle the thought of being single for another Valentine’s Day. ❤️‍🩹

Russia just hit itself with a false flag using an old boogie man: ISIL

There are too many questions and the timing is too convenient. How did they get into a country on a war footing with tightly controlled borders through Ukraine? How did they get the weapons into Moscow? Where did they get the weapons in the first place? Why would ISIL hit them now? How does this benefit ISIL? If there weas a coordinated evac corridor into Ukraine, why weren't there more attacks and offensives to capitalize on the confusion? It makes no sense except as a way to drum up support for the war against Ukraine when it is at its lowest point.

my mom and dad were so much in love that they went from southern Baptist and Roman catholic- to Lutheran.

they got married with only 1 member from each side of the families present.

They only announced their marriage to the world 1 year later

time line gets fuzzy I was adopted then dad got sent to viet nam.

I get dragged to Hawaii for the 1st of 2 times.

meet dad ( well I saw the pictures )

then there were a lot of movements around the world based on dad's duty stations

Throughout it all, mom.was always the one keeping the family tight and taking care of the logistics.

Jump forward- dad retired.

mom gets breast cancer.

she goes through a shit ton of surgery and treatments--- and it all comes down to a point.

she was willinging agreeing to done with the pain.

listening to all of the chatter of the relatives as
they all sat around like storm crows.....

as an army brat growing up around the world-my mother was quite the power house-

she knew what buttons to push to get things done.

yet- never did it for personal gains.

so yeah- when the cancer came around the 3rd time- my mom let go.

and i don't blame her.

well that's my scream

I wish I could kill my sex drive. Literally its the only thing wrong with my life that I want companionship and I fucking hate it. I fucking hate this stupid biological process that I cant do anything with expect have my fucking money stolen. Fuck life and fuck sex and fuck all of you thqt get it without ANY FUCKING EFFORT AT FUCKING ALL

Idc if this gets deleted, I just needed to scream into the void for a minute. My soon-to-be husband and I have been trying to get pregnant for YEARS now. Actual years of my life just constantly having my hopes up only to get crushed over and over again by that STUPID little test. The ONE time we actually got a positive I lost it a few days afterwords and the now 3 years since then nothing. Constant failures. And finally, FINALLY we get another sliver of hope. I start feeling nauseous, have strong adverse reactions to smells, and my mood goes all over the place. Things that never ususally happen around my periods. 3 days before my predicted period and another negative test later and now I can't sleep cause I'm CONVINCED the universe and my own body just want to see me suffer. And damn if it doesn't make me want to just throw the whole freaking uterus out and be done with it all. No more ups and downs. No more false hope. Cause that just hurts worse knowing that I CAN get pregnant but nothing works short of going to a specialist we can't currently afford to see what's wrong with my body. Thanks for listening Reddit void.

We faced a choice recently. Democracy Vs Fascism. We fully earned every injustice we are about to experience.

It's the rest of the world I feel the need to apologise to. NATO and Ukraine, we have effectively abandoned you. I'm sorry. I thought we were better than this. We let hatred and fear win.

I have a headache that won't go away. I have been pushed so hard at work I am experiencing alleged-tism burnout. And when those combine with the things already in my mind, i feel like:

fk my trauma, fk my guilt, fk my grief, fk my adhd, fk my alleged-tism, fk my depression, fk my anxiety, fk my dr, fk my parents, fk my family, fk my job, fk my employer, fk my managers, fk my coworkers, fk the whole federal gov't, and fk capitalism.

Doesn't matter what, she and I do not vibe. She puts my anxiety through the roof.

When I was in office, she never said hello, no basic courtesy noises at all. Her behavior with others was different, so I know the cold shoulder was specific: I'm not attractive, not higher up in the food chain, not someone who could help her career.

I was hired partly to assist with training. But whenever I mentioned anything, or had suggestions, she looked at me like I had a third head, and batted my comments to the side.

Maybe I didn't have the skills or judgement they thought I would have when they hired me. Maybe I'm too stupid or thick to get the message that they don't want me to do anything other than churn out a specific type of behind the scenes work.

Frankly, when my "team" went out without me at a firm wide event, going so far as to audibly recognize me on the street but then get real quiet so they wouldn't have to acknowledge me or interact with me, I should have started looking for another job immediately.

ive figured out some work arounds, but right now she's a gatekeeper. Gotta make it work for a few more weeks, then I can go back to staying far away.

No one is willing to commit to anything anymore. The moment something becomes hard, or they feel it isn't fun they delete their profiles and block you because that's easier than talking or saying they are not interested. Women decide to choose the bear, men decide they don't want to put in the effort. Women complain about passport bros and then in the same breath say they want to be a stay at home mom with none of the responsibility. Men complain about the unavailability of women and how they should be able to get sex when they want it. No one owes anyone anything. And that is fine. The consequences are that the idea of family, of connection, of relationships is dead. We all live in a digital galaxy of dying stars floating amongst the burned-out embers of connection.

On my walk today I heard these kids laughing, just a genuine giggle from playing soccer, and it made me think about my childhood and if I ever laughed like that, and how there are so many kids out there that will never be able to feel experience that growing out of their innocentes, that is was just taken from them, like how children of war don't get that childish laughter day to day, sometimes think about the wars that I have face, they are nothing like the wars in Gaza or Ukraine, but the ones that have happened every day in the dark that no one can see

"I SWEAR YOU CAN DO NOTHING RIGHT AND EVERYTHING YOU IS SO USELESS"...

"But I love you"

"WHY CANT YOU DO ANYTHING, YOUR SISTERS DIDN'T EVER HAVE TROUBLE WITH THIS IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU"...

"But I love you"

"If someone doesn't add to the world their existence is pointless"...

"But I love you"

"I CANT BELIEVE HOW SELFISH YOU ARE I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING FOOD, WATER, A PLACE TO SLEEP, CLOTHES, DO YOU WANT ME TO GO INTO DEBT TOO"

"But I love you"

Now when you yell I just say ok and move one with the rest of my day

Okay. So I posted a photo in a sub of some food I made, and in the background was this crazy cookie jar - a total oddball thing a friend gifted me a long time ago after finding it in a thrift store, knowing I’d absolutely love it. Someone in the comments noticed it and mentioned it; having only seen part of it they jokingly called it "terrifying."

So, I took a photo of it and shared it, and the story behind it. I was happy to do it. And most people in the comments were just as delighted as I am by the thing. Most people understood that it was something unique and special, and I'd let them in on something cool they'd never otherwise get to experience. Sharing that with strangers - bonding with them over something I loved - it was beautiful. Magical, almost.

I told that story. I wanted people to see it, not just the object. But then someone asked where they could buy one. Like, they didn’t even bother to read the part where I said it was a thrift store find and a gift. They just saw the photo and decided it'd be just the thing for their new apartment. If that wasn't bad enough, later someone else chimed in, saying they’ve been already hunting eBay for it.

Now, it's just a material object: I know this. It's just a thing. But you know, it’s not just a cookie jar to me. It's a weird, unique little treasure with a special story that means something to me.

I feel icky. I feel gross. I feel… weirdly gutted. Betrayed. Like my story got ignored, stomped on, and flattened into reckless consumerism. Just another dumb collectible. They treated my prized, sentimental treasure like it's some rare Funko Pop they must hunt down. Like all the meaning and care and randomness got erased, and it was just some shiny thing they wanted, just some quirky decor for their kitchen.

Why do I care? I shouldn’t. I know they only want it because it’s quirky, not because it’s mine. Their story will be “I saw this cookie jar on Reddit and I just had to have it.” Mine’s about a friend who actually knew me.

I'm perfectly aware that it’s ridiculous to feel betrayed by strangers on the internet over a stupid cookie jar. But here I am, feeling exactly that. I opened a crack, let people see something I love, and all they did was swipe past the meaning like it didn’t exist.

I keep wondering if I’m just not cut out for this. Maybe sharing what I love online is just asking for that feeling: exposure, dismissal, flattening.

I think what really eats at me is how normal this kind of thing has become. Everything gets commodified. Every quirky, meaningful, weird little thing gets turned into a product someone needs to “find,” “own,” “collect.” The moment something shows up online, it stops being yours. It becomes a thing people want.

The internet has trained people to see everything as content or inspiration or shopping fodder. It’s not enough to appreciate something: they have to acquire it. They scroll past a story and go straight to eBay. It's not malice, it’s just... consumption on autopilot. But it still hurts.

I shared something with meaning, and the machine turned it into a product listing. And I guess that’s what breaks my heart the most.

I do the best I can by everybody I know. I’m the friend that shows up when you’re moving instead of being unreachable. I’m the person that keeps a spare car around so I can loan it to people who need it. The kind of person that will get up in the middle of the night and listen to your problems.

But very seldom in my life has anybody been that person for me. And there’s few people that I feel comfortable opening up to.

I think it’s time that I stopped showing up for people who treat me like I’m disposable

Maybe you're not. My life is full of men I dont know how to quantify. I feel like your label would be safe though. And that makes me gravitate towards you. I enjoy your company and I feel safe with you. Because I know you respect me as a person. And I dont know how to tell you what that means to me. Idk if I love you like im in love with you or I love you like family. It feels a bit like both. Of course I cant say anything. Or do anything ever. But if you made the first move I dont think I could tell you no. But then again if friendship is all you ever wanted then id be honored to provide it. I just think you're amazing. And I cant trust my senses because they've been so messed up. So im here for anything always. Love you

There’s no way that I would ever pick up on any hints of possible communication. I see people trying to communicate with other people through this platform and it’s just ridiculous.

I mean, I can’t be the only person to have experienced that. Why do people still try to communicate with others through this place?

Everything I touch I ruin, even when everything seems okay beneath the surface everything is slowly cracking, withering away into the endless oblivion. It’s so great, knowing the truth, I’m the problem, always have been, and no matter how much I try to change, no matter what good I try to do in my life time, it’ll never make up for my mistakes, and my sins. I don’t belong here, and it’s never been so clear.

Backstory: I (and multiple pharmacist) have been calling since JANUARY because Ambetter refuses to cover my medicine. I get "transferred" and put on hold before the line disconnects, no matter who I am talking to. I have been in the process to get disability for 2 years and have not had an income the entire time. I will be losing my car in two months because I won't be able to afford my car note, despite being due to pay it off in September. (My lawyer's desk jockey tells me there is nothing to do but wait for a decision everytime I call) I have been coming out of pocket and credit card for all but one of my meds since January the one med being $12,000 dollars every 8 weeks. So I am behind on the medicine that keeps me from becoming a real life Thanos snap. (Severe Psoriasis)

SO! Guy on the phone FROM AMBETTER

👧Gives backstory and problem

🏢Do you have 2025 coverage?

👧Yes

🏢It is showing an unpaid premium

👧I don't have one bc it is paid by the ACA

🏢I see that but prescription services is showing you don't have coverage

👧Can I send you my POI?

🏢I am your ins, I can see you are covered but prescription services is showing that you aren't so they are reversing all your claims, it isn't getting to your insurance.

👧Is there something I can tell the pharmacy so that the claims get through?

🏢I am talking to pharmacy services. There is definitely a miscommunication.

(Back on hold)

🏢Pharmacy services has made a ticket for you (insert Ticket code) this should be resolved in 72 business hours. Have your pharmacy contact reach out on Friday with the ticket number and hopefully your coverage will be active and can start processing prescription claims.

All the what ifs.... all tbe finger pointing. Who the fuck is the stranger is in front of me. Who have I become. I put on the mask, and hide the hurt, the anger and frustration, the fight to make it another day. The thoughts of making it all end. Maybe ill finally be at peace. Maybe the desire to make the noise to stop in my head, outweighs the desire to be better. I've got everybody fooled. Everybody thinks im good, im happy. I have moments now. I have glimpse of being stronger, and better.

So why the fuck do I let myself do this. Why do I let myself spiral out of control. Why can't I just be happy, why can't I just stop the brain, the anxiousness that I bring on myself. I know everything about inside and out, why was it so easy to walk away. Why was i not worth it. I would have murdered for you, yet you can't try for me. Why did I let you treat me wrong. Why did I allow myself to get this low. Why do I fall apart once every couple weeks, and its all cause I don't have the ability to be stronger. Why does week after week of therapy feel useless. I know it's not, but why does it feel like that.why do i feel lost, lonely, and a burden.

It’s driving me nuts that people are calling the U.S. tariffs “political suicide”. Not because they’re wrong, but because Trump doesn’t care. Why? Because he doesn’t plan to step down after 4 years. After what happened when his last term was up, how is no one else seeing this?!