Life Stories and Everyday Drama

I wish I could find someone I could hang out with and just be unapologetically me. Not romantically but just friends. Honestly I just want to spoil someone and make them feel good about themselves be their personal cheerleader and finally be someones "bestie". but im too shy and I feel like a burden to everyone or annoying and needy.

I know I'll never experience true friendship and that really sucks because I have so much to give.

When I was younger my mother's best friends kid molested me in my sleep.

I woke up to him in my face and his hand down my shirt molesting my chest. To this day the look on his face still haunts me. I ran out of the room and hid in the bathroom.

Later I told my mother after he left... and what do you think happened?

"Don't tell anyone, I dont want to lose my best friend."

All I was taught that day is that I don't matter and no one even my own family will truly be there for me.

I have asked her to tell her since then, new answer was "something like this happened to her daughter and it would kill her to know her son is like that."

I have also told his mom, she blocked me and didn't even bother to respond..

People can really be toxic monsters. Now I sit here with no family and toxic people who have hurt me surrounding me.

I found out my husband cheated on me with several people and I think he did it again recently... I know im a fool for staying but im broke and have no family and no where to go. im stuck and suffering I am in such a toxic situation and im drowning. I wish someone would save me... im tired of being used and abused I just want to be loved and and treated right... I dont know what I did to deserve this. I have no escape. there's more to explain but honestly my mind is so full I cant think straight. I wish I had a friend I could talk to and lean on without feeling like im a burden to anyone I come in contact with....

I want to disappear sometimes change my name and never come back. I wanna feel happy without thinking about how fake it all feels. I just wanna sleep. and I miss this one person who was very dear to me I wanna talk to them I'm sad we don't talk anymore I just hope they're okay. I wanna be me again 'cause sometimes I feel like I've been trying to change myself for everyone else I forgot how to truly be me. I just want to find how I really am again without people judging me telling me how to act but maybe they do for good reason i am kinda annoying sometimes. and I wish I felt pretty and talented like everyone says I am but I don't anymore. I wish I just had someone to make me feel whole again and make me believe the things people tell me.

Sincerely,

Melody (13,f)

Call me Laos Stracci.

Recently, something happened in my family: they all turned against me simply for failing a university subject. Those who have read this story know how much I've suffered. Now I realize that my family—mother, brother, nieces, sister-in-law—are truly awful people. They are despicable, especially towards me, since my mother portrayed me as a slave to everyone else, and no one respects me. Now I've started to rebel, and they've all turned against me. I think I'll leave home sooner than I planned, but no matter how difficult it becomes, I think I'll do it. I have to find a job, which will be difficult because the only option is the easy way out, and I don't like that path. And frankly, I won't let them get their way this time, like they always do with me. This is over.

Hi guys. I’m kinda new here

I’m in a LDR. My boyfriend and I recently had a fight and he’s super mad at me but i don’t understand why.

I hardly make friends because I’m an introvert and it’s hard for me to talk to people but I have a male friend and we’ve been friends for years now, our parents are even friends. He recently did his birthday and I posted a pic of him with a caption saying “happy birthday baby❤️💋”. I sometimes call him baby because it makes him really uncomfortable and teasing each other is what we do. He’s like my best friend.

My boyfriend saw the post and he’s upset about it. He thinks I’m cheating on him. At first I was pissed off because he doesn’t trust me but now I’m just confused and hurt. I don’t know what to do, please help.

today I just saw in silence for about 25 minutes just tearing into myself about how I'm falling behind and I can't do anything right I just feel so stuck. and the weird part is I don't like being in silence I find it a little creepy and when I finally snapped out of it I just looked at myself in the mirror and started taking apart my body and when I wake up in the morning I just have to get up and act like everything's fine nothing's fine anymore I think I'm starting to really hate myself I really hate myself.

Melody (13 f)

Hello again, it's Caralia.

For background info, I was on the train, reading on my handheld Kindle. I'm minding my own business, tuning out other people. I hear the automated voice of the subway announcing a stop. I look around and notice the man beside me. Short, curly brown hair, on-point, mascara, and some shimmery highlighter. I compliment him, and he thanks me. The woman and son across from us are whispering loudly. "Mommy, why is that man wearing makeup like that lady next to him?" The little boy asked his mother. His mother smiles and replies, "Because he can." She says, then pauses. the man beside me smiles at the boy kindly. The mother finished her long pause and said, "but it's not our business to understand what mental illness he's going through." The man's smile lowkey disappears. I look at him like, 'did she really just say that'.

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I literally so f****** overwhelmed like I bit my hand and it started to bruise so I don't know how I'm going to cover that up and then my brother is a so incompetent because whenever we have to go to the field because I have to choreograph and I can't choreograph at home because I can't tumble at home so we have to go out to this football field so I can do it without hurting myself it's always my car doesn't have enough gas my step mom just quit her job so her car is free so I just got off the phone with him he's like well my check engine light just came on and I'm like well Miss Jasmine still there because she quit her job so ask her if we can use her car cuz she's most likely going to say yes so he's like oh I don't know cuz I have to ask her I'm like then ask her and mind you he's 18 acting like he's a freaking 14 year old I'm going to be 14 soon and I'm acting more return than he is he needs to grow up he's not done with school he hasn't even started applying to call it is he doesn't have a job I have a job I am almost at school I should be done in April and she already going to high school like he needs to get his act together and you know what I'm talking really bad about him and I love him he's a great brother but it's just sometimes he like pushes my buttons and I babysit my sister and she don't want to be a girl and so a lot of the time she's also pushing my buttons and I can't deal with it like I was literally thinking about banging my head against the wall and that's the way that I hurt myself like it's a form of self harm so but I have I had to stop myself and like I was getting so overwhelmed and then whenever I try to tell someone that I'm over one they told me that it's not that important so like I have no one to talk to I have no friends I don't have a boyfriend I don't have anything so like I'm just over here struggling by myself whatever my parents say your feelings are important I want to f****** laugh in their faces because we both know that you don't really truly think that you're saying that because it looks better than saying don't tell me you're feelings because true you're not going to care about them and when you do care about them your lecturing me about how I should feel instead of saying the way you're feeling right now is valid but I'm going to explain the situation to you tell me you understand it a bit better and maybe that can help change your feelings on this and help you feel better about them I don't know if this even makes sense I am ranting I'm like actually shaking with how upset and overstimulated I am right now but it's whatever that's it bye

sincerely,

Melody

well hi. I'm William. I guess i'm a co-host? idk man. I don't even think I got my own age right on the tracker. help.

I am unable to express myself, and as a result, people misunderstand me, calling me weird or crazy.

​Nobody understands me. Since childhood, I have always just been myself, but my emotional growth is stunted because I grew up in a very volatile environment.

​I rarely got my parents' help when I needed it; I had to solve my own problems, feeling like I had no support. I sometimes cry, thinking about how lonely I feel inside.

​I've realized that people will only give you attention and care if you are providing them with benefits.

​Truly, I crave a little love. I envy people who were lucky enough to grow up in a good, happy, or at least an emotionally sound environment.

​Now, I feel I can never understand certain emotions, such as making bonds over time. I had some nightmare-inducing experiences in childhood that prevent me from having certain emotions.

​As of today, I want to grow, but I don't know how. Whenever I ask anyone for help, they either leave me, laugh, or just talk behind my back about how naive and witless I am.

So, yeah, I have eczema. I'm 13 and I've had it since I was 3, so, it's been a decade. Mine can be red, flaky and swollen if I don't apply creams, but when I drink some antihistamines, put some steroid creams, and when it's only flaky I put moisturizer, I have minimal scarring, more like minor pigmentation. And no flakes, weirdly enough. Only side effect is acne similar to rosacea since they don't look yellow with pus, but maybe that's cus I'm 13. I got a blood test, and my mom told me the doc said I have an allergy to dust and cat fur, which happened a year ago, in Malaysia at Christmas, in one cafe, they had one fat cat, and when I was petting and rubbing, my eye swelled up in the hotel and I started feeling bad. That allergy came out of nowhere! And because I'm somehow way more analytical than my age (I wish I had the same amount as anyone else), I realized the atopic triad exists, and it's all lining up. I've had eczema since I was 3, and now I got cat allergy since last December. Only a mere year back! Asthma's next! It all makes sense because of the triad, and since my grandma (maternal) has asthma herself. So far my tonsils are apparently sensitive according to my orthodontist, and I often get tonsil stones every month. They're small, and appear less than last year, but I have huge crypts.

My doctor actually suggested biologics, because she noticed I use creams, before my mom declined and she suggested oral stuff, so I drank the fake-medicinal-cherry Predo and some other antihistamine, and I don't feel anything weird, besides them tasting gross. But I was panicking when I realized biologics meant NEEDLES IN THE STOMACH, because one lady put it in her belly like it was nothing, and months before, her skin was like an elephant's with scabs (no offense to her, but it looked really painful)! And I'm here like, "Great, now I'm gonna soon have my eczema-equivalent of insulin shots? What else is next, an inhaler!?" Great, I'm fragile. I have acne which my dad thinks is from dirt, eczema, allergies with swelling, and what else is next? Anaphylactic reactions? Asthma!? Man, I'm a china doll! I was even panicking about the asthma for a month. I even cried a few times, because I know of no one besides my grandma with asthma, and I've heard once you get it, it's lifelong, it can be bad, you can't do normal human stuff like wear wooly sweaters, or own fluffy animals, or go out and run without feeling horrible. And the inhaler felt like a CPAP, meant for people with bad illnesses. It just felt like a sign of weakness. I even came up with a full plan to eat so much sugary food, like think animal-style fries with jug chocolate milkshakes with ice cream sundaes, strawberry vape, and just give up! I'm fine now, but I thought about it then! Now I'm like, "Why? Why did I think that?"

It's just, it seems scary. Just, it may do it. It may have skipped a generation for mom, and 2 generations for dad (his grandma had eczema), but it may get me soon. I already got eczema. Asthma may come next, and I may live for about 70 years. My grandma being alive at 64 is somehow there. I may get it. I didn't get symptoms for cat allergies until December, and it's been happening ever since! Most recently, I pet a cat near a college, and my eye got swollen, my rash got worse, and I started sneezing. Just, even with the pet bit, I wanna have a cat, but now about the fur, I feel bad. And with lizards or reptiles, they don't have that sort of love hormone in them, so they're just seeing you in infrared and only see you as "Feed me, human". But hey, people make sacrifices, maybe this is one of them. Like, if you can't get a villa, get an apartment. But yeah, I'm doing better now, mentally, so please, don't panic about that bit. When I saw a Dupixent ad, it felt...interesting. They said the usual, Dupixent helps clear severe eczema in a few months with long-lasting effects, yada yada, but it also showed stuff like a girl playing some football, and a couple together, and they said stuff like, "Touch can show teamwork, touch can show love. We wanna make sure that touch feels like you and true." Welp, they are right that people will worry if I'm okay if I flare up. Who wouldn't? Last time I got rash on my eyelids, one dude in the pool asked me why they're red. He didn't inquire further, but still.

Like, one girl has perioral eczema, but she manages it well enough where I can't see it, but her lips are kinda dark with pink spots. One girl gets really bad reactions during peak summer. Meanwhile if I don't put cream, I get flaky-ah rash, if I put cream, I get acne on my cheeks, like small pustules, some are the red ones, some are blackheads. The doc suggested I take Dupixent, or actually biologics, but my mom doesn't trust her for some reason. Dupixent is a cure as much as Accutane is a cure. It's trendy, it's new, it's great. So why is mom saying we need to verify this with more doctors and not just one? It's not like vaccines where I could die, right? Why is she telling me to check with more doctors? Everyone with eczema uses it, right? I mean, come on, that lady had a huge glow-up! I bet she was able to sleep easier at night because she's not itching like heck at bed! So why is she asking for a second opinion? It's meant to be a long-term help for years, not a few months. While my eczema may not be as bad, it'll be cured by the needle. So please, whoever has eczema here, is mom being stupid or is she being smart? And tell me your experiences with finding treatment and living with it, I really wanna know. I feel isolated anyways with inherited atopic dermatitis.

I feel so far behind like, everything is against me. I can't anymore I just want people to listen I want friends a boyfriend or girlfriend who won't undermine how I feel. I just wanna feel like me.

sincerely,

Melody (13 f)

Okay, let's begin.

My family lives in poverty; we're not wealthy or anything like that, but we live well. That's in Colombia, and I won't go into those details. What happened is that a few hours ago, they realized I'm failing one subject at university, and they said I was the worst, a piece of trash, a bad son, a bad brother, a bad friend. They said all sorts of awful things to me, and it's made me feel terrible. My mother physically assaulted me and said it was my hair that was preventing me from studying well, that I just spend all my time playing around and don't do anything around the house, which is why I'm failing. I only said I missed an assignment and an online exam, not that I was going to fail the subject. I said I'm a good student, that I've always proven it; I've been the best for years. But that wasn't enough for them. They only care about a measly degree or a grade; they don't care about me at all. They told me I had to cut my hair as punishment, or else they'd throw me out on the street like a dog, and I said I wasn't going to cut it. Well, now They're packing their bags. I hope everyone has a good trip. I might never reply to any messages you send me. Goodbye.

PS: If anything is translated incorrectly, it's the translator's fault, not mine.

being in your twenties

like what the hell? is it okay to be such a mess?

seriously Nothing is working for me am so tired like does it ever get better