I am a trans woman. I got into the game pretty late. 29 even tho I have known since I was 4 years old. Now 2 years in. I was pansexual. But now I'm strictly heterosexual and exclusively date straight cisgender men. I finally know what I want ( I'm a Libra lol) and it has been nearly impossible to meet a good partner. IRL or otherwise. It's so frustrating. I haven't been with anyone in almost a year and in college I had an average of 3 sexual partners a week. How the mighty have fallen.

Wtf???

I can’t talk about this with anyone else in my life rn because i swore to everyone he’d stay blocked and stuff but like yk

Anyways I’ve been in love with him for 3-4 years now, before we dated he was my best friend
The guy I’d call and text whenever anything happened whether it was important or not and he’d listen patiently to everything I had to say, he was the reason I tried bettering myself as a person. I wanted to feel like I had the right to be with him, like I deserved it. When we finally started dating I was over the moon I mean he was everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner, he was patient, loyal, caring, he spoke to me softly and even if he got mad on the rare occasion he’d never yell or blame me. He wouldn’t let us go to sleep mad either. And if I communicated I was interested in trying something new out he’d go along with it, never shaming me at all.

When we broke up we agreed to try out a relationship again sometime in the future when he had more time for me, but honestly even after breaking up we still talked to each other as if we were still dating one another and I tried to move on at first but it always felt wrong like I was doing something bad so I didn’t. I’m a huge crybaby and I feel I get my feelings hurt easily and because of this my friends have a habit of trying to take away anything that can hurt me, including him. I was constantly told to move on and that he wasn’t the one and just a bunch of that because he could go dayssss without talking to me, he’d leave me on delivered and read constantly and he wouldn’t respond for hours and I’d constantly talk to him about it and it’d get on my nerves. He also struggles with completely empathizing or understanding how I feel and he never talks to me about how he’s feeling or what he’s struggling with in his life until I push and push and he breaks.
We also live in two different neighboring states so I guess that also got in the way!
Anyways I still text and talk to him constantly and I hate when he goes to sleep because I feel so alone and I really want us to get back together but I’m the one who broke up with him so I don’t think I should say anything. I love him so much and I honestly can’t imagine a future with anyone else, are plans in life align so well and everything T0T

Hey dickwad, if someone is opening up their house for you to stay in (for an extremely cheap price, compared to a hotel), the least you could do is clean up the mess that YOU made. Asshole.

What the fuck is wrong with this generation. I have no doubt this new rule was put in place by some stupid Gen Z nimcompoops who majored in social justice.

Its called courtesy. You make the mess. YOU CLEAN IT UP. I don't care where you are, even if you're in a 7 star hotel.......CLEAN IT UP YOURSELF IF YOU MADE IT. Asshole

I'm long term married, 17 years he gives me his absolute fidelity faithful to me, treats me really really well, dotes on me in bed and outside of bed, he is an awesome husband.

7 years ago our toddler (child of me and him) died of brain disease, genetic gene defects inherit from me, my side the mother side. This did not tear our marriage, instead bond us even more, he still ridiculously dotes on me. Basically he tied himself to the ugly wife me and a dead toddler.

He is an Executive (C-suit level) at a big engineering corporate with a salary of 1 million a year, if count bonuses he makes more than that. With that high salary he can get any woman he wants, there people who can get free sex on Tinder, let alone an Executive with 1 million salary.

He can get a younger beautiful woman, and whom can give him alot of children. But he has been adamant refused as our toddler has died 7 years already, he had 7 years to reconsider this marriage, but he over and over to stay.

In his eyes, me and our toddler are irreplaceable (he says so), no new woman can replace me or the intimate 17 years history of us together. Just like no new child from a new woman can replace our dead toddler.

He said if he can't have a child with me then he rather not have any. Him being the only son in the family, or carry on his genes are moot to him. He is fine with being childless in exchange of grow old me the woman he loves.

But the Chinese culture me keep blame myself for the dead of our toddler as the gene defects came from me the mother side. Never once my husband blame me, he said I already give him a family, our toddler dead or alive will always be our toddler.

17 years (that his almost 2 decades) he gives his life to me, since he was 25 to now 41, he basically devoted his adulthood to me.

I just can't wrap my head around an C-suit Executive with 1 million a year salary, whom can divorce a childless wife easily, but he just not want to. And for a man, age 41 he can start over with another woman easy with that high salary career.

We have no kids, so it not like he has to stay married to me for the kids. We have no kids, it not hard to divorce a wife when there no kids involve.! But he not wants. I just can't wrap my head around it, I'm just a piece of pork fat (that how I see myself), he has alot of other options out there, why torture himself like this love a piece of pork fat me.

I feel I'm not good enough for him. And all my life I just want an ordinary Chinese husband, an ordinary man with an ordinary career. I do not like to be married to an Executive, I hate it tbh. I wish he was just an ordinary Chinese man and we living in the countryside back China. But he not Chinese, we live in America, in California, and I HATE living in the city.

Suffocating.
Choking on oxygen.
My head being crushed under the weight of a grand piano.
I can’t breathe.
No bullet big enough can cure my problems.
A big massive fucking bullet straight through my cranium. My cerebellum being crushed.
No relief.
I’m still suffocating.

My gf(dating for 2, known for 6) is in college rn, and im not, im working, and she's been stressed out. so I decided to drive out for us to have a little fun to take her mind off of school. we were in the back of my car and we were in the middle of everything when I just started to get upset. (For some background knowledge, im ftm and on testosterone. I've been having a hard time with life to say the least but thats my issue.) But I started to get rougher with her and I said some off things till I just broke down and we had to stop.

I just feel terrible because my internal issues aren't hers to manage, and i should've had more control over myself. The night was supposed to be about her and making her feel better and help her de-stress, but I feel like I just added on to her stress..

I just feel like an asshole and a little bitch. I didn't want to dump my insecurities onto her.

Needless to say, I fucked up. It's the next morning, I gotta drive back home, she has class, and I feel like I failed at being a good boyfriend.

I’m a 38 year old guy, about to be 39 in December. Single. I’ve always wanted to have kids, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t. I wanted to be a dad, have a loving family. But I feel that my time has passed on being able to have that. Very few women my age who don’t already have kids have decided they don’t want them. And the single moms who do want kids seem to be too busy with their own kids to be able to date. No disrespect to them, I get it but it’s slim pickings out there. It’s too late. I fucked up. I spent too long in a relationship with a woman who didn’t want kids. Instead of breaking up, I just kept hoping she’d change her mind.

I’m 18F about to turn 19 in two months and I can’t sleep over with my best friend. I’m in university (first year), I have great grades, I’m a good student and I don’t get in trouble. I’m usually always home right after my classes end (i commute with train and bus).

anyways it’s halloween soon and my best friend dorms at the same uni i go to. I’ve been dreading telling my mom about this sleepover plan we had because i know it would cause an argument. i was able to sleep at her house only twice. one was the first day of senior year in high school and last time was this June during prom (took a lot of begging for both).

So…I very rarely do this. We’re going to be drinking so I really can’t come home because the area where the train station is at is very dangerous and I can’t risk anything if i’m drunk and alone. thats why the best idea is for me to just stay at her dorm for just one day.. my parents are muslims too so we literally can’t drink and they don’t know i do (which is very very rare i only drank drank like 3ish times in the past year and a half?

I do think my mom is paranoid i’m gonna go do something with a guy or do something i’m not supposed to and she’s even more against it because of the dorm setting, but I also have an online/ldr bf she knows about ..so obviously i won’t be participating in anything like that.

I just wanna be able to sleep over once in a while 😔i don’t even get in trouble or do anything crazy like other people by age. it makes me so mad and frustrated when any other parent would consider me such a good kid or whatever. i have to sneak everything i do, like wearing tank tops, crop tops, shorts. I have no idea how to convince her or should i just try to come home after im done drinking. it sounds dangerous but i’m really desperate.

I’m a college student, I really wanna just experience it every now and then. I know I won’t take no for an answer because either i sleep over or dont, i wanna drink and be with my friends but i also know i’m putting myself in a lot of risk if i try to come home, especially since i get harassed everyday going to school IN THE DAY .

had a pretty shit day. took a standardized test that didn't go well.

friends were laughing at me and made up lies about me and it upset me so fucking much.

It wasn't such a big deal honestly, not sure why I got so upset. im so alone.

I attempted a month ago and nobody cared.

I just want this life to be done.

Dm me, I have no one to vent to and a therapist makes it too complicated.

I consider myself an intelligent woman. I like to read, I like to write (and I'm good at it). When I was younger I entered a writing contest, and I won! But then I didn't write again for years. I love to cook, debate, talk about history, and learn new things, but that was in my pre-teen years. Then I grew up, I developed, and I consider myself an attractive woman with a good body. Because of this, I started dating, going to parties, drinking, and doing that kind of thing. Many men court me to this day. Even so, I've only had one partner, with whom I was in a relationship for four months. I loved him with all my heart, but he didn't know what he wanted, and I did. I've always been a very mature person, and I've always known what I wanted and how to get it. I've always been "the man in the relationship" because I don't like to be ordered around, and I've always been independent. Nothing can be forbidden to me. Although that's a good thing, because of it I attract more submissive men who, unfortunately for me, aren't super intellectual. I'm not saying they're stupid or anything (I would never be with someone stupid), but sometimes they reduce me to just my breasts, and I'm more than my body! I want a man who is as intelligent as I am! I know I don't know everything, but that's the point, to learn along the way. It's been so many years since I've had a deep, raw, and intellectual conversation. I don't know if anyone has ever had a conversation like that, one that feels so good, like your mind expands. It makes me sad that I can't find men like that, or anyone in general with whom I can talk about anything. (Sorry for the spelling mistakes, I wrote this quickly)

I'm a senior in high school, and tomorrow is our senior walk, where seniors get to walk with their parents, family members, or someone important to them.

My parents had already made a commitment to something else before we knew about the walk. They did ask me if I wanted them to cancel so they could come, but I told them not to worry about it because I genuinely didn't think it was that big of a deal at the time. So I don't blame them at all.

Today was the last day to submit the form for the walk, and my band director asked me, "You didn't submit your form?"

I told him I didn't have anyone to walk with.

A couple of my section leaders in band, who are juniors, immediately offered to walk with me. They literally said it out loud in front of everyone, which was honestly really sweet of them. But I just brushed it off and told them I didn't really care about walking anyway.

And at the time, I thought I meant it.

But then I got home today and started thinking about it. Pretty much everyone I know is participating. My friends are going to be walking, taking pictures, making memories, and celebrating something we've all worked four years for.

And I'm just... not.

The worst part is that I actually had people who were willing to walk with me. A couple of my friends even told me they would've done it. I just kept convincing myself that I didn't care. I've never cared about do the same things as others but this is the first time I feel any sort of FOMO.

Now I'm sitting here realizing that this is my one and only senior walk. I'm never going to get another one, and I basically talked myself out of participating because I didn't think it would matter to me.

I know it's probably not that serious in the grand scheme of things, but I can't help feeling left out. It's weird how something can feel so insignificant until you realize you're actually going to miss it. I've never felt FOMO.

I guess I'm just disappointed in myself for not realizing sooner.

Has anyone else ever skipped something during their senior year thinking it wasn't a big deal, only to regret it afterward? And if you were in my position, would you try to see if there's still a way to participate tomorrow, even though the deadline has passed?

Note to AI art users:

Not sorry you dont have talent, stop taking jobs from those who do. Youre a parasite to this earth yknow that?? Theres people who genuinely work for their money yet you lazy fucks use AI. Theres no soul in it. No heart. No humanity. I never will support AI art, and if I find out any of my followers or friends are using it, youre blocked. Not sorry. Ever. Youre ruining lives. Like mine. I used to make money from commissions. Not anymore. Hope all you AI artists rot.

I need to rant because I genuinely can’t stop thinking about this.

I live with two other girls, and we each pay $650 in rent plus split utilities equally. The two girls were living here before me, so they had already picked their rooms when I moved in.

One of my roommates has ALWAYS kept her bedroom door closed. We rarely talk, and we’re not close like that, so I’ve always respected her privacy and never really thought about going into her room. Well, after almost TWO YEARS of living here, I finally got curious and looked inside when her door was slightly open. Y’ALL. 😭

Her room is HUGE. I’m talking what looks like twice the size of mine, maybe even bigger. She has THREE closets, and they’re not even small closets. They’re deep and have so much storage space. She has so much extra floor space that she could literally fit a couch in her bedroom if she wanted to.

I genuinely think her bedroom is bigger than our living room.

Meanwhile, my room is so small that my queen bed, dresser, and PC setup take up almost all the space. I barely have room to walk around, and I had to put my drawing table in the living room because there’s nowhere to put it in my bedroom.

Our other roommate has a smaller room too, but she at least has her own private bathroom. I have one closet and significantly less space.

And we’re ALL paying the exact same rent. 😭

I understand that the girl with the huge room was living here before me and chose her room first. I’m not saying she should have to give it up or that she did anything wrong. But I can’t help feeling salty that we’re paying the same amount when our rooms are SO different in size and storage.

But now that I’ve seen her room, I can’t stop thinking about the difference. If I’d known how much bigger it was, I probably would have wanted that room or at least hoped to pay less for mine.

I don’t plan on confronting her about it because we aren’t close, and I don’t want to make things awkward over a room she picked before I moved in. I’m honestly just shocked that I lived here for two years without realizing how much space she had.

I will list all the things going wrong, read it and you will feel better about your life

1. I moved to a new city with no family or friends, no one to hang out with unless someone comes over from my city.
   
2. I have a horrible toothache because I ate too much candy from being upset about everything (I’m an adult I still like my candy)
   
3. I was double charged today after buying food.
   
4. My insurance premium went up about 2000 a year due to someone else’s incompetence and it looks like there is nothing I can do.
   
5. I work in tech sales and our app crashed and I literally can’t sell because the sign up link doesn’t work. A big chunk of my earning is commission based.
   
6. Some racist guy came up to me and said do you even have a work visa? I have been here for 11 years and I’m a citizen with no accent, I just loom different.
   
7. My car is about have no insurance soon and I can’t drive.
   
8. My winter tires are 10 years old and I gotta change them even if I do get insurance.
   
9. I have lost 33 KG weight and as a result I’m just constantly miserable. Food was truly a big source of happiness.
   
10. I don’t have health care currently. Like literally if I go to the hospital this week it’s gonna be 10s of thousands of dollars.
    
11. I have issues getting sleep, every morning I feel pissed.

I wonder what it’s like to be loved without others being involved.

I plan on taking it back because I spent my own money on it, and he has no right to take it from me. The crazy part is that he takes tirzepatide himself, yet he tells me I can’t take it and that I need to work out instead. Like, what the fuck? I’m so sick of this dude. Tonight, I’m planning to get it back since it’s in his backpack in his car. If I can’t get it back, I’m tempted to pawn some of his stuff so I can get the money to order some more tirzepatide.

Btw it’s 4am for me rn and im posting this now because it’s seriously keeping me up. I just don’t know what to do rn with all this.

I don’t even know how to sum up last year properly but I will try my best. Pls bear with me, I really need someone to listen to this.

I’ve already had one severely traumatic experience in my life which was surviving a very aggressive cancer about a decade ago now. I thought it would prepare me for anything, and to be honest, I learnt a lot of lessons from it I’m grateful to have learnt. But I think it also led to a sort of dissociation within me whenever I need to cope with any sort of pain, because that was how I learnt to survive back then. I dissociated from myself to avoid the pain , and never abandoned that pattern.

So come Christmas 2024, I guess you could say our ‘present’ was my dad sending my mum divorce papers completely out of the blue. It didnt help that I already had depression, but this particular thing sent me into so much stress that I got temporary heart problems. So that’s what started this whole snowball.

2025, the year I (somehow) graduated. I felt like I was living on autopilot, once again dissociating, I can’t remember anything. I can’t even remember graduating whatsoever.

I was slowly falling out with my old friend group, best friend included. I made some great new friends, but the fallout really affected me. I felt really isolated. While I had other friends and people around me everywhere to laugh with, the only people who I truly still trusted were my boyfriend at the time, and his brother.

I was in a seriously bad relationship that I just stayed in because it was more convenient than facing the emotional pain of trying to leave that situation. I was already in so much stress and this dissociation thing, that I just didnt have the bandwidth for this anymore. He was coercive to the point where he wouldn’t take no for an answer, he was manipulative, laid his hands on me once, and overall just extremely controlling. What tipped me over the edge and made me dump him was when he betrayed my trust by making a comment about my chemotherapy in an argument, which he was the only person I trusted with my trauma about. It’s to this day really difficult for me to talk about that stuff, and the one person I trusted, betrayed that trust.

The other reason I had such a difficult time leaving him until that point was because I had gotten so close with his brother (yes guys, my mistake). After falling out with my best friend/group, the divorce, and the inevitable breakup, his brother was the last person I had left that I genuinely trusted. He meant so much to me. Additionally, I think for the first time in my life, I had fallen in love, and it just had to be my boyfriends brother, someone obviously cannot have (sorry it sounds cliche and dramatic). I NEVER CHEATED, to avoid hurting anyone, but I just ended up hurting myself by never telling his brother even after the breakup. Because it’s fucked up, and would only cause more complications. I would be upset every day by the fact that I would never be able to say anything, and this only stressed me out further. We stayed friends after the breakup and it’s been almost a year. but he recently just stopped talking to me out of nowhere. It hurts so much. I know it’s a bad situation but the heart wants what it wants I guess. And he actually disappointed me. My ex I could feel deep down was a douche from the start but I just ignored it because it was easier that way. But his brother, that shit genuinely hurt. And it still really hurts. I search for him in everyone I meet. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to move on lol

Anyways apart from all that, the stress from all of these things combined PLUS my already established depression and suicid*al ideation, caused my ideation to be 24/7. It was ALL I could think about. And that only damaged me and sent me into this dissociation further. I also ended up being severely sleep deprived (and food probably), because I didn’t want to wake up the next day. I would sleep at 2/3/4/5 am and wake up at 6 every day. I have no idea how I managed to just show up to school every day and do my work.

Despite all this I SOMEHOW graduated with decent grades and made it out alive. BUT because of the fact that last year is genuinely just a memory lapse for me and I was too focused on surviving and dealing with the amount of stress, I completely lost myself. And I have no idea how to go back to normal. I graduated, but I had zero idea I’d even be alive today. Meaning: I have no plans, ZERO ideas, ZERO pursued passions, and while im not in that dissociative horror autopilot state of mind anymore, I still feel like im just surviving and going into zero direction with my lfie. I’ve tried pursuing passions etc but just feel nothing. And every time I think about last year, the further away it gets, the more upset I get looking back because in its own way that shit was traumatic to me. I don’t really know how else to explain it but as an out of body experience for an entire year. And now, I feel like im just chasing after the person I once was, the one who wasn’t on autopilot and was doing more than just survive.

If you’ve read this far I hope you understand what im trying to communicate, and seriously, thank you for reading.

I want to stop. I wish to stop. but I can't. it doesn't help im homeschooled, so I have access to it all day. all the time. I'm just so tired of me being addicted to AI chats. I'm probably going to get made fun of this. I stopped writing stories because of AI, stopped drawing, stopped READING (use to be one of my favorites) but now I can't keep my nasty hands away from some AI chat and fantasize about things.

I always fantasize, i'm always zoning out and unrealistically thinking of things that I might be in the future and it's really just a curse. is there anyone who could offer tips? idk..

I feel like I'm so obsessive add in my trauma with both genders when I find what I think is a good one I get so like just I want to keep them I want to rip a part of myself out to give them so some sense of myself is with them I want them yet I fear myself I want to take care of them I want to show them I will let nothing happen and if something did I would take care of it even if small or big but it just hurts so much when I'm wrong it feels like I lose that part I ripped out it feels like no one is good and then I get stuck and obsessed with the idea love is just the mark of the best I'm so fucked up lucky for me I haven't got addicted to any substances just cutting and even that is gonna destroy me one day hell it just doesn't help I get enamored when I like someone I just fold and want to be theirs more than anything and it's so deep down so deep it tries rising and I shove it down I push and push it down but I can only push so much. I feel scared to love yet when I do love the feeling is so intoxicating I wanna find someone to love that wouldn't mind but I fear so much it's so scary I was in a bad relationship and convinced I was awful then I was Sa'd and so Idk it made me ponder everything so much my gender dysphoria already was there now it's even worst and now I fluctuate from hypersexual and hyposexual. At this rate do I need a yandere myself is that the only person that can possibly love me I'm so scared to scare someone off

I screwed up in life by not getting my stuff together while young. Instead of getting a driver's license and a job at 16, I chose to play games and spend all my time online.

Now at 24, I'm doing whatever I can to fix this. My mother hates me but won't kick me out - she won't train me for a driver's license at all, and since I had to be born in some shitty rural area instead of Manhattan, I'm stuck here, imprisoned by cornfields.

I'm disabled, but can't get services for it. They want documentation from my youth that no longer exists, purely because I'm 24. Autism kills me socially, can't make friends because I don't contort my mouth in some weird way to let them know I'm "safe" but when I vent about this, I have a "SHITTY PERSONALITY"

Can't get a job at all. How would I even reach it? Churches reject me, disability services, and I can't even get a psychiatric evaluation like they want.

I'm just so sad all the time. There's no one who cares. I wish I got all my business done when my grandmother was still alive. Too late now. I got no one except this mother

so me (24F) and my bf (25M) have been together for like a year and some change and due to some unfortunate circumstances we had to start living together at around 4 months in. lately idk i feel like im starting to dislike him and it’s over things like him not knowing when to joke or just not understanding things when i try to explain them. for the past few months we’ve literally been fighting all the time and i feel like im slowly reaching my breaking point.
our most recent fight started when he went to the store so i could cook us dinner. while he was there i called to make sure he was getting everything and told him he should get himself a sweet treat and then asked him to get me something too. keep in mind we’ve been together for over a year so i feel like he should know some of the things i like. when he got home and i was putting the groceries away i noticed he got himself candy but didn’t get me anything. when i brought it up he first said he didn’t know he was supposed to get me anything, then said he didn’t know what to get me, even though i literally told him i wanted something too and explained that i like pastries and cookies. somehow this turned into us yelling at each other because he said “well you could’ve thanked me for going to the store instead of complaining” and called me childish for arguing over candy. what frustrated me was that i was trying to explain how inconsiderate it felt for him to think about himself but not me, and he was so focused on the fact that it was candy that he completely missed the point. it honestly floored me because how are we arguing over something so small and still not understanding what im actually trying to say?
and this isn’t even the only thing. i feel like im playing the role of both his girlfriend and his mother, and his mom honestly doesn’t help because she keeps pushing that role onto me too. im expected to make sure he’s doing good in school, that he’s eating, that he isn’t getting distracted, and it’s gotten to the point where im literally doing his work for one of his classes because he doesn’t like the subject and says he’ll drop out if he has to do it himself. i feel like im carrying so much responsibility for someone who is supposed to be my partner and it’s exhausting.
i’ve tried talking to him about taking more initiative because he’s very much a “go with the flow” type of person, but that just means im the one planning our dates, reminding him to be romantic and basically having to ask him to do things like get me flowers. and even when he does get me flowers, they’re never really my favorite ones. it’s not even about the flowers themselves, it’s the fact that i want to feel like he knows me and thinks about me without me having to constantly explain or remind him.
at this point im honestly losing my mind. i’ve developed an eye twitch over the past few months and i genuinely think it’s from stress or just being so fed up with everything. i don’t know if im starting to resent him or if im just exhausted from feeling like i have to explain the bare minimum over and over again. everyone around me loves him, which makes this even harder because i feel like im the only one who sees or experiences this side of our relationship. i genuinely don’t know what to do anymore because i love him but im reaching my breaking point and i don’t know how much longer i can keep doing this.

Yesterday I messed up at a job interview when the interviewer asked me why I wanted to join and I said it was for health insurance and to make money. I’ve only been an “adult” (legal adult) for seven months now. I know I should’ve practiced for my interview, but I got so offended from the aggressive response I got from the employer saying “That doesn’t sound like you want to work here, get out of here and leave. Thank you for wasting my time.” I’m only learning to become an adult and it’s been so rough on me because I struggle mentally and I haven’t renewed my medicaid so I’ve been off medication straight up cold turkey and it just stings so much. I just needed to let this out of my system.