Anonymous Venting for Mental Health and Emotional Support

I am sitting in my dorm room at uni, just thinking... i'm already 19 and still a virgin. not that it's bad or anything... but it feels like everyone else around me has already crossed that bridge, you know? it's starting to stress me out honestly.

my friends don't know about this little secret of mine and i'm kinda dreading the day they might find out. feels like one of those things they all assume you're done with by now. i mean, we're all adults here. sometimes i worry what they'd think or say if they'd somehow find out.

i've been with my girlfriend since we were both 16. she's amazing and we're on the same page about a lot of things, especially our religion. we're both pretty committed to waiting until marriage but... man, sometimes it just feels impossible to wait that long.

i guess the big question rattling around in my head is: what's even the right age to lose your virginity? everywhere around me there's all these different messages being thrown about it. when you're this age you're supposed to be doing this or feeling like that...

it's confusing and makes me wonder if there's even a 'right' time other than what each of us personally decides for our own selves.

The universe will probably not care. Earth's not forever anyways. My life nor anyone else's is permanent anyways. So why bother? I can't be fixed. This can't be fixed. The Earth's gonna get blown up by the sun in 1 billion years. The plan was cancelled. My family was right. They may say it's because one of their parents had other ideas, but the truth is, 4 people in a group meant to be a trio is too much. I'm too much. They cancelled the outing, and they didn't originally plan the outing.

I wanna give up everything. This has happened before. Their plan changed. I don't matter to anything. Mom is right, not everyone likes me. They may say I'm fine, but it's toleration. Being at home is better. Home is safe. It doesn't give the very invisible implication you don't matter. The universe won't care, so why try? If I'm gone I won't be remembered. If I ran away somewhere, alone, they won't remember. Everyone hates me unless proven they don't.

It's just I know the world's gonna blow up soon. Someone even predicted it could be November 13 2026. What's the point? I'm not liked, nor is anything else. The plan is over. I wasn't ever wanted. The outing was canceled. 4 people is too many. I was extra. An extra in an immaculate plan. I'm too flawed for them. This was bound to happen. I can't confront someone about this. I'll look desperate. If I keep asking why they cancelled it and that I feel I'm too much for them, they'll leave. This was glass. Why should it be this fragile?

Why didn't they tell me? Did they think I was dumb? It's fine now though, it's never gonna happen. My brother has better friends than me. They call so many times and have fun. I can't. I can't have that. Maybe something decided that every relationship outside of family isn't possible. As an adult I'll be lonely. Maybe relationships wasn't meant for me. Not everyone can have everything. This always happened whenever I wanted to be with them. Life just said I can't do it. I can't have it. My anger is catching up to me. I was always a broken kid. Always. Some people just don't deserve others outside of family. It happens. Some adults learn to make peace with being lonely.

Their lives would be the same if they never met me, because I added nothing. I can't rely on family forever, can I? I'm too desperate, they don't deserve me. I'm just saying, as much as I don't wanna die, they sure as hell make me wish I was still alone, so I'd get used to it. I wish I never met these people, I connected too much. I've been given bad luck ever since I was small.

It's always my curse with my family. I can only have a good time with them, never my friends. I love my family a lot, but as an adult, I can't keep going back to them forever, right? I'd have no other choice but to replace friends with family, if this keeps happening. It means doing anything with them is impossible. I'm the scum in their lives. Mom even said it's okay to be lonely. I guess this was my life meant for me. The adults were right.

This has happened last time as well. The same friend wanted to go to the same mall 3 years ago, until it didn't happen. I have had only a few friendships in my life, but these 2 instances are evidence. Only with friends this happens. With family this never happened. I'm cursed.

I'm egotistical. I knew it. I knew I didn't deserve help. I can be like mom. She never goes out with friends, only us. That means this whole time I was destined to start from nothing. This thing with me isn't anything. I shouldn't be here. Everyone's lives would've been better. Mom would've become a doctor. My brother wouldn't be sad. Those people would feel glad anyways. You know what they say "Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone".

Honestly, in school, most people think I'm a bit weird. I have found some people who don't mind being around me, but earlier I was always weird. When I was young I used to get really angry, and after a while I did cool down, but socially I was still bad because I would either stay quiet or try to dominate the conversation trying to talk about what I like. And a bit more recently I would stick to people who did like me, until I think I did something wrong and that was when I isolate for a while. And when I do speak, I can talk about weird stuff and get enthusiastic.

I don't know, I'm not really into heavy accusation gossiping or Katseye (no hatred, just not a huge fan) or whatever they do, so I end up looking weird to them. I'm fine now, but sometimes I think they don't like me, so I keep that thought with me, so it hurts a little less. I mean, one person in India probably didn't like me at all, her rival told me. Some people may not like me, you know? And honestly, I have thought about becoming normal. I just find it hard to lie about it.

Just, maybe friendships and me were never meant to be.

Alright, so here's the thing; I've been thinking about you nonstop lately and I don't even know why. It's like you're just renting space in my head without paying any kind of rent. I mean we haven't talked in forever but somehow, every little thing reminds me of you. It's weird right? Like I'll be driving or watching TV and boom, there you are in my mind again. And it's not like I'm mad about it or anything because to be honest, it's kinda nice having these memories pop up outta nowhere. But at the same time, it's also kinda frustrating because I'm trying to live my life here and focus on what's in front of me, not what happened ages ago.

What's crazy is that it's not just about remembering you from when we used to hang out or whatever. Even the little things remind me of you like songs or places we went together back then... I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's a mix of good vibes and a bit annoying at the same time. Don't get me wrong though, everything wasn't always perfect between us (you know how it was) but still there's this undeniable connection that's hard to shake off sometimes even though we're miles apart now both literally and figuratively speaking!

Maybe all this means something deep down who knows huh? Or maybe I'm just overthinking everything again per usual lol! Anyway figured I'd get it off my chest here.

i can't take it anymore!! every time i think about therapy, my wallet screams at me. it's one of those things that everyone tells you is great, sure, but who actually has the cash for it?!?! "just go to therapy" they say, as if i'm sitting on piles of money ready to burn. have these people seen the average cost of a session these days? like seriously?? i've got bills to pay and mouths to feed (well... ok maybe just mine) and throwing hundreds at a therapist isn't exactly feasible. yeah, there are sliding scale options and whatever, but even then we're talking cash i don't have. half the time i feel like therapists are talking in another language with all their fancy 'cognitive restructuring' stuff. what happened to good old-fashioned advice?! do i really need someone with a phd telling me that sleep and exercise will fix everything? wow!!! groundbreaking!!!! honestly it's hard not to just laugh sometimes when they come out with such obvious suggestions like they're dispensing life-altering wisdom.

well here's some wisdom from me: stop pretending this is something accessible for everyone. not everyone can be 'mindful' when the only thoughts swirling around are how am i gonna afford rent next month or what's left to scrape together for groceries this week? it's easy for folks who can throw money at problems but for us less privileged peeps, reality checks in every single day!!!

and while i'm on this rant... emojis in communication? people say it helps express feelings better through text but do we really need a little smiley face or sad face telling others how we feel??? could you imagine therapists using them too? hey maybe that's where we're heading: therapy sessions via emoji texts because actual face-to-face costs too damn much! haha now there's an idea to save money eh?!

so here i sit typing away like some online cliche hoping someone somewhere gets it (or at least finds my rant mildly entertaining). words are cheap after all unlike therapy sessions :) smile or frown emojis not required thanks very much!

i'll keep laughing about this absurdity because what else is there left apart from crying over my empty-checking account right????

I'm really in a dilemma right now, and I just can't seem to figure out the right decision! So, about two months ago, I broke up with my boyfriend of three years after discovering he had cheated on me. Twice!!! And now he's back with all these promises; he swears he's changed and will do anything to make me happy... But can someone truly change that much in such a short time?

We're both 23, which isn't exactly old but also not super young. My heart is saying one thing while my mind is screaming another! He's been trying hard to show how committed he is now. Flowers, dinners, long heartfelt messages – you name it. It's sweet, sure, but I just don't know if it's real??? Or if I'll find myself in the same painful situation again!

To be honest, part of me misses him. He was my first love... and it's hard to let go of what we had. But trust is critical in any relationship. How do I know for sure that he's learned from his mistakes? Have any of you gone through something similar? His efforts have made me question everything again! 😫

I've come to the harsh realization that perhaps, I'm not the nicest person around. In my mid-thirties, I find myself surrounded only by a single friend and a girlfriend, yet I can't shake the feeling that I'm somehow superior to others. My lifestyle is quite reclusive; I shy away from any social gatherings related to work, and most of my routine revolves around my job, hitting the gym, smoking weed, and cycling. Traveling and cycling in the forest are my escapes, the rare times I don't feel swamped by depression.

Interacting with people, especially in groups, is a daunting task for me. The fear of turning red-faced and being judged negatively is always lurking. Thus, I avoid such situations altogether. There's a worrisome intensity in the way I live; I indulge too often in alcohol or getting high, viewing people merely as elements that enhance my own existence. My eyes wander too freely, admiring every attractive woman I come across, often blatantly flirting in the presence of my girlfriend. Even though these thoughts are never vocalized, I often catch myself belittling others or feeling utter disdain towards them internally.

I confess to being a staunch atheist, holding a disdainful view towards those who are spiritually inclined, believing myself to be smarter, better-looking, and stronger. The resentment builds whenever I see someone possessing what I desire, although I manage to keep this anger bottled up within.

Dominating these emotions is a profound sense of isolation, mixed oddly with a perverse comfort in wallowing in my misery. Sometimes, hurting my own feelings seems like a twisted form of pleasure, perhaps because it means feeling something at all.

My family background does little to lighten my outlook. My brother lives with the dark shadow of being a murderer and a former heroin addict. My father was a violent man, devoid of emotions, who ultimately took his own life. My mother, afflicted by illness so severe that she has been bedridden since my childhood, sparks a guilt within me for not taking care of her. However, I've chosen a path of self-preservation as dedicating myself to her care would consume my own existence entirely.

This life I've crafted for myself is one I despise, yet a part of me feels I shouldn't. With a good education, a well-paying job, and an undeniable appeal to women, I should feel fulfilled. Instead, I’m left feeling empty and, frankly, disgusted with myself for sounding like a self-pitying fool. What the hell is wrong with me?

Despite my efforts not to belittle others overtly, the impression that people don’t like me is hard to shake off. Loneliness is a constant companion.

If I were to join a reality show, my character might be polarizing. Would the audience appreciate my brutally honest introspections, or would they be repelled by my self-confessed arrogance and emotional detachment? It's intriguing yet terrifying to ponder how my persona would unfold under the constant scrutiny of cameras and a public audience.

I chose the friendship stories category but yeah it's related to friendship, love, family, work... I am like that.

Hey everyone, I’m not usually one to air my personal stuff, but I really need some advice here. For the past few months, I’ve had this gut feeling that my wife might be cheating on me, and it's eating me alive. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but the signs are starting to pile up, and I’m just not sure what to do.

It all started when she began staying late at work more often. At first, I didn’t think much of it—she’s always been dedicated to her job. But then, she became super protective of her phone. She used to leave it lying around, but now she keeps it close and seems to be on it all the time, even at odd hours. And when I casually ask about her day, her answers feel...vague? Like she’s hiding something.

Then there are the little things. She started dressing up more than usual, even just to “run errands” or meet friends. It’s almost like she’s trying to impress someone. I’ve tried to brush it off, telling myself I’m being paranoid, but every time I bring it up, she gets defensive or says I’m just being insecure. It makes me feel like maybe I’m overthinking, but part of me feels like my concerns are valid.

To make things worse, I found a receipt for a fancy dinner that she said was a "work thing," but I know her company usually doesn’t do dinners like that. I keep second-guessing myself, and now I’m stuck in this loop of anxiety. I don’t want to accuse her without solid proof, but I also can’t keep living in this uncertainty.

So here I am, asking for advice. Has anyone else been through this? How do you confront someone you love without it turning into a huge fight? Should I even bring it up again, or am I just being paranoid? Any advice would be appreciated—I feel like I’m losing my mind here.

For the longest time, I’ve been stuck in this cycle of excuses. I’d wake up every morning telling myself I’d make changes, that today would be different, but by the time the day ended, I was back to square one. Whether it’s eating healthier, exercising, or even just cleaning my space, I keep putting it off. I’d tell myself, "I’ll start tomorrow," but tomorrow never seems to come.

Yesterday was my breaking point. I was scrolling through social media and saw an old friend post about running their first marathon. I remember how we used to run together, how much I loved it back then. And now? I can’t even jog up the stairs without feeling winded. It hit me like a ton of bricks—what am I even doing with my life? Why do I keep finding reasons to avoid what I know I need to do?

I looked around my apartment after that. Clothes piled up on the floor, dishes in the sink from who-knows-how-many days ago, and a gym membership card collecting dust on the counter. That’s when it finally clicked—it’s time to stop. It’s time to stop avoiding the hard stuff, time to stop pretending everything will fix itself, and time to stop being my own worst enemy.

I don’t have a perfect plan yet, and honestly, I’m scared I’ll slip back into my old habits. But I know I can’t keep going like this. If I don’t make a change now, when will I? Maybe writing this out will help me stay accountable. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re feeling stuck too, maybe it’s time to stop and take the first step. We’ve got this.

Got lots of love to give but no one wants to have it. They want the toxic ones.

I never thought I’d end up here, but here I am, dreading every single morning when my alarm goes off. I hate my job. There, I said it. I’ve tried to convince myself that it’s just a phase, that everyone feels like this sometimes, but it’s been almost a year, and nothing’s changed. If anything, it’s gotten worse.

The work itself isn’t even that bad. I mean, it’s not what I’m passionate about, but it’s tolerable. The real problem is the people. My boss is one of those micro-managers who has to be involved in every tiny detail. No matter what I do, it’s never good enough. I’ll spend hours on a project, only for them to nitpick and make me redo the whole thing for no real reason. It’s exhausting and makes me feel like all my effort is pointless.

Then there’s the office culture—or lack of it. Nobody talks to each other unless it’s about work. Lunch breaks feel like detention, with everyone silently eating at their desks or scrolling through their phones. I tried to make friends when I first started, but everyone already seemed to have their little cliques. After a while, I just gave up.

What really gets to me, though, is the constant pressure. It’s like they expect us to give 110% all the time, but they don’t give anything back. Overtime is practically mandatory, but don’t expect a “thank you” or even acknowledgment for staying late. And forget about a raise or promotion—that’s a pipe dream. It’s hard not to feel bitter when you’re working so hard and getting nothing in return.

I keep telling myself I should just quit, but it’s not that simple. I’ve got bills to pay, and the job market isn’t exactly booming right now. Plus, there’s this tiny voice in the back of my head that keeps asking, “What if the next job is just as bad—or worse?” It’s like I’m stuck in this cycle where I hate my job, but I’m too scared to leave.

Even at home, I can’t seem to escape it. I’m constantly checking emails or stressing about the next deadline. It’s like my job has taken over my entire life, and I don’t know how to take it back. My family keeps telling me to just hang in there, but they don’t understand how draining it is. By the end of the day, I’m too tired to even think about applying for other jobs, let alone pursuing something I actually enjoy.

Sometimes, I wonder if it’s me. Maybe I’m just not cut out for this kind of work. Or maybe I’m being ungrateful because at least I have a job. But then I think about how miserable I am, and I can’t help but feel like there has to be more to life than this. Doesn’t there?

If anyone else feels this way, I’d love to know how you’re coping—or if you’ve managed to get out, how did you do it? Right now, I just feel stuck, and honestly, it’s hard to see a way forward. All I know is, I can’t keep living like this. Something’s gotta give.