Life Stories and Everyday Drama

Soo here's the thing i was just minding my own buissness when my mind started to overthink and now i want to get it out of my mind people have said to me and i too think that i am really sensitive because i take every sentence into consideration every word their expression what they meant behind it one time my friend no 1 asked my other friend if he could roast me just for fun a few jokes he took a look at me and denied saying i will cry that hurt i just sat there and did nothing like wtf and i used to fight with my bestie everytime she ignored me or talked to someone else now wait before you think i am crazy i am completely fine with her talking to and sitting with someone else but lets be real besties sit together right so i think she was tired of me at that point of life because we are ok but then she swapped my bag with someone else's beside her seat and i said dont do this but she did and we had a huge fight that day . I cry easily in arguments and fail to keep my tears from flowing out i want to be alone but then i hate being lonely now i am trying to keep my emotions in check but i don't think i have gotten better

a note to someone, who I wont mention by name

I'm not even sure they'll see this

you leaving has affected us all

filled us with hatred, remorse

I've stopped eating full meals

started farming attention from anyone and everyone

"I wasn't enough for you"

you were everything to me. and you threw it away and insulted me in the process

but I cant bring myself to hate you

cant bring myself to let it go

I'll stay here

waiting

waiting here

waiting now

waiting

for you

ok?

Always being perceived as something I'm not, and it hurts because it comes from my family : <

“i feel like crying, i don’t feel like myself / this isn’t like me at all” — TWICE, TT

2026 was supposed to be my person year. a year where i’m putting myself first, to do things i love without judgement, u know how it goes. but it’s been january and i feel like i wanna unalive.

the anti-ai bullying is getting worse each day. i mentioned previously that it’s hard to be a synthographer bc ur most likely to get an “ai slop trash” comment than a praise. they’ll trash u, fuck u up, until u snap. i guess that’s what’s happening to me lately. it’s getting problematic for me and everyone i know.

i thought that art is meant for everyone, but why does everyone think that we’re stealing images with actual creativity that gets run thru the machine? why does everyone think i’m a fraud; that i’m not fit to be part of multimedia arts course? why does everyone accuse someone of using chatgpt just by using an em dash? this greater internet fuckwad theory is getting too much man. putangina.

and hey, don’t get me started on anti’s antics. the witch hunts, the accusations, the constant bashing, even memes. don’t forget nightshade and throw in that NO-AI.gif too. “we got demons in the comments section,” says oliver tree in one song, and i think there is on every comments section.

i know that society expects u to get ur shit together, but rn i feel like i’m falling apart. i’m confused, overwhelmed, overstimmed. for fuck’s sake, i’m already losing interest in synthography bc of school. there, does that make u happy? are u happy that i can’t generate anymore bc i don’t have wifi? are u happy that u won from constant bullying? are u happy that u flip off an ai billboard or write anti-ai graffiti on a subway ad? be fucking honest, ARE U HAPPY?

i’m so tired of this bullshit. there are times where i wanted to look for some inspiration, but i end up doomscrolling instead. fuck all of this man. i can’t take it anymore. once again, thanks for coming to my TED talk.

i am writing here very politely because i do not know where else to place this, and because the format asks for honesty without spectacle, which i appreciate, and because i am a woman who has spent years trusting her internal dashboard, my intuition, which has historically shown a low false-positive rate, almost annoyingly accurate, and now it is lighting up red and i am scared by that, not hysterical just concerned, like an analyst watching anomaly detection flags stack up with no clear root cause yet, and the subject is my husband, who i am quite sure is cheating on me even though i have no screenshots no lipstick no credit card receipts, just signals, micro-behaviors, shifts in cadence, metadata in the margins of our life, and yes i know about confirmation bias and availability heuristics and i try to correct for them like any reasonable adult, but my intuition has an audit trail and it has never failed, which makes this moment heavier, because if it is right then my marriage is compromised, and if it is wrong then i am the problem, and neither outcome is great 😕, i notice changes in his communication latency, the way his phone is now always face down which i once read was a “privacy management tactic” in a pop psych article, i notice grooming spikes before mundane errands, cologne at noon, gym shorts for grocery runs, and i tell myself correlation is not causation, very politely i remind myself of that rule, but then there is the tone shift, the politeness surplus toward me that feels like customer service not intimacy, and the absence of conflict which in relationship ops is sometimes a leading indicator of emotional outsourcing, i hate even typing that, it sounds dramatic, but i am trying to stay detached and objective, to speak in facts and probabilities not vibes, and still the vibe is screaming, my intuition is screaming, and that scares me more than the idea of cheating itself, because i have always relied on that internal compass for risk assessment, and now it is pointing somewhere i do not want to go, there are references people love to throw around like “trust your gut” or “the body keeps the score” and i have quoted those myself in other contexts, but when the gut implicates the person you built your life with, the advice feels cruel, like a systems alert you cannot mute, i have replayed conversations like call recordings, transcribed his words, noted semantic drift, affectionate language replaced by logistical phrasing, “let me know” instead of “i’ll be there”, and yes maybe this is just stress or aging or market volatility in a long-term partnership, i am open to that hypothesis, i would prefer it honestly, i am being very reasonable here i think, but my intuition keeps surfacing edge cases, the late meetings with vague deliverables, the sudden interest in data privacy, passcodes changing, and when i ask neutral questions i get what feels like over-explained answers, which any negotiator will tell you can be a leakage point, i am not angry, not yet, mostly i am tired and afraid and trying to remain courteous to myself and to him while i gather more information, because rash action has a high cost, and still at night i lie awake doing mental A/B testing of futures, one where i am right and must decide how to proceed with dignity, and one where i am wrong and must apologize for doubting, and both scenarios require emotional capital i am not sure i have, i keep thinking of a line i read somewhere, maybe a book maybe a tweet, “intuition is just pattern recognition trained by experience,” and if that is true then what pattern am i recognizing now, and why does it feel so urgent, so sharp, so unlike anxiety, more like clarity 😔, i am venting here because anonymity lowers the social risk and because i wonder, very politely, has anyone else had an intuition that scared them not because of what it said about their partner but because of what it forced them to confront about reality, and did you ignore it, did you validate it, did you run more tests or did you shut the system down, i am genuinely asking, because i am standing between data and denial and i do not know which is more dangerous right now.

I cannot tell if this guy likes me or if I'm being manipulated. We met online, came off flirtatious and I'm learning about him, says he cares more about personality than looks and says I have a good personality. He's one year older than me so that's good, he has a job, workouts, tall, emo. Ngl there are certain traits that remind me of this gross guy I knew but don't text anymore. Anyways he says I deserve the world, misses me, whatever kind stuff and then logs off. It could be because he's tired after work or if it's the weekend, then idk, could be gaming. I do think he has depression which is fine. We also talk about our day and some interests. He did text me on discord and the boys on there are....werid but he hasn't said anything sexual yet and it's been a few days so that's good. This is embarrassing that I'm even bringing this up but he's also matching with someone on Roblox, hopefully it's just his sister or friend. Idk, am I being love bombed? Am I apart of a roster? Am I just being extra careful because of my last experiences with online men and dating? Any insight is helpful 🖤🩷

I should also add that this isn't a straight or cis relationship. Idk, maybe that's helpful.

So, I'm 13, and my hormones got the best of me and I proceeded to vent out my rage in this thing: https://iiwiars.com/legal-drama/anarchists-communists-punks-arise

I feel so bad now because I said some depraved-ass shit, and then this one anonymous person commented, "dude, ur 100% right, fuck em all, i agree on every level, fuck every single one of them, they deserve some fucking accountability, and until we get it, life wont ever be happy, its bad enough the shit some people already carry without all this, i have had it with all these cunts, and idk why but we seem so emotionally attached to this fuckass earth, when everything seems hopeless and like nothings gunna change, why continue fighting when resistance is futile, why not free urself, its hard to understand"

And because I was still angry as fuck, I said, "I know, right? Let's rape 'em back!" I'm so sorry, please, I really regret this now and maybe I should keep feeling bad I said such a nasty thing, I hate myself so much. Then they said, "I know, right? Let's rape 'em back!" Then I was getting scared because they weren't calming down, because if you saw the post, most folks were telling me to calm down and not be so violent-minded as it won't fix the thing like how fire + fire just burns everything. I asked their age and they said they were 18, I told my age as "...I'm turning 14...".

And this is where shit hits the stratosphere, they say, "wow, you learned alot early... much younger". I shat myself in fear, because from many girl YouTubers like Illymation, I remember how some older people would tell girls like me with vulnerabilities (I think I'm a neurotypical to an extent, but I've not gotten any diagnosis yet, sorry if I sound weird) that their hateful ideas in a fit of rage are "the correct view", and then groom them to do horrible stuff. I didn't respond anything after seeing it. Was I gonna be groomed, and what does grooming look like? I'm scared. Should I be scared?

Please tell me I did something smart and not stupid and I'm gonna be safe, because I told I don't live in USA, and I didn't mention where I live as in specific coordinates and Google Maps links to my house, but I don't wanna be groomed. I don't wanna see some weird 18 y/o's pictures of their naked body being sent to me somehow (I didn't show my email), or be blasted with s-x messages or be found out and touched or worse. I've already seen far too many lady YouTubers fall into this when they were my age and I don't wanna too. If my dad or mom says "You're smart for your age, smarter than me!" I'm fine because they've never done anything but if it's a stranger without my parents I'm scared. Don't worry, it was one person, but at night I was shivering because the room was super cold and praying when I told them my age they'd be like, "oh shit I'll stop I'm sorry", not this. Please tell me I did a smart thing, I'm 13.5, a girl and I'm not gonna be hurt. Like, this has never happened before in the site, this is my first time. I hope not to get traumatized by this in the future when I'm older, because I thankfully didn't receive a text or photo that was scary. Most of the time on it, people are anonymous but would normally ask me to stop, calm down, see things from a different perspective, flat out say no or ask me to get help. Again, was I about to be groomed?

Because I thought it was gonna be another 13 y/o being as angry as me, and what if my vent was wrong? I've seen so many girl YouTubers talk about being groomed by older teens like the person I spoke to, Illymation was in a relationship with a dude I think 5-7 years older, and he abused her and sent her photos and messages when she was my age, and so much happened. She got admitted to a psych ward, but she felt safer venting to him, he was spamming hurtful things to her (she had the screenshots and showed a few on YT), and one time after he inappropriately touched her when she was 18 in a theater, and when she tried to tell the cops, that man is still out there. And she even met his other "girlfriend" whom he was cheating with on from Illymation.

Why does every girl my age, usually, deal with conversations like THAT with random people or men (mostly) online or IRL, no matter how hard they dodge it? Is this a canon event? B-tch I barely SURVIVED. I'm not gonna tell mom yet though. Was it really grooming? But holy shit, I got my mom's "danger detector" genes, hehe. Long before I was born and mom worked in USA for a bit, she lived in New York, where she wanted to take a metro with a friend but then one scary dude came behind them slowly, holding a hand in his pocket, and they both took another metro, and mom tells me she could've gotten mugged.

I feel since becoming a mom, I am more socially awkward in mixed company. I’ve always been social but have really changed in the last year. Mostly because I don’t have much to discuss other than typical baby stories, which I know not everyone is interested in; and that’s ok. I get overwhelmed by the news and social media so I’m not too caught up on the latest. A sweet old lady from church has come alongside me and has really been helping me spiritually. She hosts small gatherings at her house every month with the best layout and I always enjoy myself (I go baby-free). She really has a heart for hosting and everything is so lovely. Lately, I have found myself not really talking to anyone at these lil parties. Not to make it a “high school cafeteria” scene. I think it’s more me. It’s a laid-back environment with other ladies and I can never seem to hold a conversation. I feel myself get awkward and my brain goes blank. I need help. What are good questions to keep the conversation going without having to turn to “how are the kids?” What can I ask when I feel a lull in the conversation? I have had small talk with many of these women before so I would really like to have a “deeper” conversation than just “I’m fine and you? Oh ok bye.

Hello,

I am a young man.

I am 19 years old and I live in Afghanistan.

This is my second letter on this site.

In my previous letter, I asked for financial help. Some kind people suggested solutions such as scholarships and remote online work.

First of all, please forgive me if this letter makes you feel sad. I know this site is mainly created for expressing emotions, but please understand that I am in very difficult circumstances, which is why I came here to share my story. I truly have no other option. In the place where I live, access to local or international aid is very limited.

Let me tell my story from the beginning.

Since childhood, I have struggled with depression and mental health problems because my parents were constantly fighting. My father had a very controlling and dictatorial role in our home. I managed to finish school with great difficulty and hardship.

Now my father is suffering from heart diseases and is no longer able to work. As you may already know, job conditions in Afghanistan are extremely poor and worrying. More than 90% of people here live below the poverty line.

Continuing my education is very important to me. If circumstances allow, I want to continue studying and become a good artist. I am deeply interested in literature and sometimes I write poetry as well. However, my family’s severe financial situation has pushed me far away from all my dreams.

I know that relying on others is not the right thing to do, but I am truly forced to do this out of necessity. Please, if you are able, do not forget me in your help. By helping me, you will not only make me happy but will also bring relief and happiness to my entire family.

I read your comments carefully, and if you are willing to cooperate or help, please send me a message on the following WhatsApp number:

+93792262890

Long live humanity and kindness.

I'm in my last year of middle school and since 5th grade I've been friends with these two girls which i love so so much and I'd do anything for (I'll call them girl 1 and girl 2 from here). Since this school year started we've been the perfect trio but for some reason they keep pushing me away. I did confront girl 1 (i feel like she would understand more because she went through this in the past) and she did say she's closer with the girl 2, but that she still likes me a lot, as her other friend (important is that at the time i also had a crush on her but i got over it). For a week it was great again but after that it happened again and i was pushed aside. I feel so awful when they talk with eachother and all i can do is stare because they are seatmates. Anyway, I've tried hangung out with other people as well, which i think makes it a bit better, i was a total outcast and now there are more people talking with me, but i still feel shitty and selfish because girl 1 is going through way more then i go through and i feel like i just look for attention. I try to leave them behind because all they do is hurt me and fortunately I'm leaving for high-school in less then half a year in another city, but i also feel like crying everytime i see them not talking to me even though i am right there as well. (Also i am doing much better for a couple of weeks now because my boyfriend is the sweetest guy ever and he helps me through this)

I am 19 years old and I live in Afghanistan.

I have lost my father, and as the eldest son of my family, a heavy responsibility now rests on my shoulders. Our financial situation has become extremely difficult, and with each passing day I feel that continuing my education is slipping further out of reach.

If I do not receive financial support, I will be forced to leave my studies and take on hard, exhausting labor simply to help my family survive. Leaving school would not just mean giving up my education; it would mean saying goodbye to the dreams I have worked toward for many years.

You who have come here to listen to the heartfelt words of others are surely compassionate and kind people. I humbly ask that if you are able to help me in any way, please do not withhold your support. Even the smallest contribution could bring great hope into my life and prevent me from having to abandon my education.

Your helping hand could be the strength that keeps me on the path of learning and building a better future. I sincerely thank you for your kindness and attention.

fuck the dumb government. Racism, genocide, robbery, kidnapping, transphobia, murder, all those nasty shitty things. You are right, this world is a hellscape. Just wondering, but maybe try finding any anarchic groups, because fuck the goddamn government! Kill trump! (those who wanna kill Trump , also I made the emojis yellow because I fucking hate the brown, black and white bullshit from the filthy humans, what good have we done to our Mother Earth? Too bad I'm a kid not living in USA, but if I had the chance, I'd nuke the full Earth. I'd wish the world got hit with an asteroid, and I'd die along with it. Pucci was right, the world I flawed, if he were real, he could've fixed it with the reset. But for now, let's just hope Trump dies. Stalin was right for communism! Look at Vietnam today, they're all peaceful! In fact, we need to start hope. We need a new mass group to hold protests in USA, because as of now it's the most powerful nation, to spread peace and be ruthless to those who don't chose the bad ones. We must show niceness with ruthlessness. We need to free the people of Gaza from that orange faggot. Too bad I'm a kid living elsewhere, so I can't do shit. What I can do when I'm older is advocate for equal treatment, which you hate everyone, treat them all badly. I wish I could burn the world, burn everyone, burn myself, and just...the universe would be healthy. I mean, come on, aren't my ideas good? What has kindness done, nothing! Gandhi died. Ho Chi Minh died. The British got to live like the motherfuckers they are, and now, NOW, they're only suffering, but not as much as my poor nation which has too many poor people because of their FAT ASSES SHITTING ON WHAT WAS BEAUTIFUL. if I was on Tumblr, I'd be loved. if I was in Britain, I'd join the punks and goths, who all agree with me, I'd be chain-smoking, nude-walking, berating, side-eyeing and yelling in protests about how broken the world is and how this can fix it. I'd murder Trump successfully, I'd kill those white guys who hurt those innocents in Gaza, I'd sign petitions to divide the USA into The Republic Nation and Democratia. Fucking murder ICE so badly, they should suffer the same as us, those horrible, disgusting fuckers. Fucking N*zis. You're right, this world is a hellscape. I want everyone to die except those who tell the truth like you and advocate for justice, not this demonic pieces of sh*t. Fuck

There is a cosplay event I wanna go to, and I'm excited because I've never cosplayed. But mydad may be in Qatar soon, so when mom says "I don't know", I'm the smart one for saying "It can't happen". She says he could come back earlier, but for the moment, I give up. Actually, for the next 3 months, I'll quit before I try. It's best anyways. Mom can't drive to Abu Dhabi on her own, she's too scared. It's pointless, anyways. I've failed far too many times, in a few years only, I'll reach 0. there may be creeps or someone who could do bad stuff to me, and Abu Dhabi is 1 hr away from my house, she's scared of driving that far, and who knows, maybe Joseph's hair is too tough even with hairspray and styling, and even then, I don't think I can go anyways because a disaster may happen. It's okay. I've failed exams, I've failed 2 art competitions already, I lack friends even though it's been many years to even have one, I look bad anyways, I'm stupid, so the best thing is to just wake up, brush my teeth, watch YouTube, and call it a day. I'll not even watch JoJo with mom, it's a dumb anime anyways.

I'll do what other kids do on weekends, wake up, brush teeth, watch videos for hours, eat food, watch some more videos, sleep, walk around in the house, watch some more, eat snacks, watch more. I did it for 2 months of summer break, and even though I hated it, I'm used to it. There's no use wishing for a unicorn, especially when a horse feels impossible too. Johnny Joestar became below 0, he was in the negative, he hated it, but he's used to it. It's impossible to even have a cow, that's how stupid this shit is. It's okay, I'm a failure anyways. I thought life would be more humble because I wasn't very successful, just decent, so it's fine. Failure becomes painless, and painlessness increases when you don't hope and you don't even try. My Johnny doll will probably suck in the future when I finish him, so I won't finish. Johnny at least had Gyro. I've never had anyone my age for 7 years, so why bother trying to dress up, trying to succeed in exams this time, finish Johnny, or even try anything new? It's pointless, anyways. Life becomes so unpredictable, doing nothing feels like a nice change. I don't even have 1 Gyro, 1 friend who tries to care.

If I'm worth nothing, I'm in peace. The acceptance of nothing is peace

I mean, one book said people are allowed to think low of you, so I can do it as well. I have no idea why mom cares so much. Her daughter failed her exams, can't go to IGCSE for that reason, failed 2 art competitions, looks hideous, has no friends, has no outstanding achievements not even one, I spend her money on figures and books, with dumb comics or dumb art instead of successful business books for the future, so why does she still care? Now living is the only dumb thing I'm good at. DIO was right about "Heaven", if I knew my fate, I'd have accepted my fate to the negative numbers more easily.

I haven't changed. I'm convinced I'll never change. That's fine. Change is meant to be scary anyways. Stagnancy is sometimes the best outcome.

I’m done and convinced nothing will change. I'll still fail miserable until I decide my life is pointless, therefore I'll die somehow.

Why do you still care? I’m worth as much as fucking dog-shit, anyways.

Dad will leave, “I don’t know” will become “we can’t go”, and I’ll never succeed in anything. Mom should accept the fact she has a daughter who’s gonna be a failure in the future. They say failure helps you learn, instead, I feel as if I'm going from 0 to -1. I feel more useless than ever. Why try again if all I get is just bad outcomes. It hurts, it hurts too much and it's a pain I'd rather die than live with it. How does my family even live with this...leech? The fact that all their kid does now is fail, fail, fail. They should give me away. They should honestly, HONESTLY, tell me I'm a disappointment to them, and wish I died. Life would be better if I did. Failure has hurt me too much, and the only way to stop this pain forever is to sit down, scroll, eat, sleep, and so on until I'm 30, which is my death date. What's the point of trying to help a useless person, what's the point of being nice to yourself when you know you could've done better in LIVING? Fucking cunts.

Heyo, so before you dive into this story I'm letting you know that my older sister is diagnosed as severely depressed and also manipulative towards me (She was 17 years old while I was 13 years old) and I dont even know how or even why she wants me to follow her to do it but past trauma caused me to do so. (I live in southeast asia if you're a bit confused with the word senior highschool)

So what i was about to talk about is how we got almost arrested while I was in highschool on the other hand she's at senior highschool, During our semester break she asked me if I wanted to go shopping with her (which isn't the exact reason actually) I of course agreed to go because I wasn't able to leave home anytime I want, We rode a tricycle on our way there and I noticed she has a big bag with her but I shrugged it off.

After me and her entered the grocery shop, I didn't notice she started to steal things from the shelf and putting it inside her big bag, I thought we were just gonna buy things instead of putting items in a bag (I was really oblivious to her actions back then) , when me and her arrived at the entrance the guard asked to check her bag and my sister told me she forgot her phone at a shelf, I followed after her not knowing what's happening since I haven't known what my sister had done and the next thing I knew is that me and my sister got grabbed by a guard to get interrogated after that our mom got called over to pay and pick us up. When we arrived back home I was immediately scared of facing my parents since me and my sister did a crime and they didn't know that was gonna be the outcome of our shopping. I always knew my dad as someone really strict and a bit abusive, so I needed to avoid him so bad because I would cry immediately the moment I see him being mad at me. My sister went straight to our shared bedroom, acting mad or normal after putting the family in debt.

Was that supposed to lecture me to not steal or to just inflict more pain by giving me trauma?? I want to see other people's perspective about my story

I didn't know where else to put this, so I apologize if this is in the wrong category.

I got herpes from kissing my former boyfriend, at 17. When I told my mom, she yelled at me saying that's "what I get for being fast." Now she acts like it's no big deal, but I still remember how it made me feel like shit. Now I am 21 and identify as a lesbian. My mental health is so much worse since coming to that conclusion. Not only do I have a small dating pool due to being a lesbian, but now I have to deal with an even smaller dating pool due to having an STI. People say to just date other people who have herpes but that is nearly impossible when lesbians have the lowest rates of STIs. To be clear this is not a bad thing, I'm just explaining how isolating it can be for people like me and how it's not as simple as dating other women who have it. To add insult to injury, I have been diagnosed with a "mood disorder" (possible personality disorder as well). I have been dealing with this since childhood, not being able to explain what I was going through. This disorder has made me ruin all of my relationships, even while on antidepressants. I'm in therapy now, but being isolated has worn away at my hope that I will ever be well enough to be in a healthy relationship or have healthy friendships. This is not even factoring in current events that's make people in general focus less on romantic (or platonic) relationships and more on direct action/organized activism, rightfully so. I feel like I'm going to be alone forever: who would want to deal with my baggage?! I oscillate between thinking I'm better off gone, and thinking I could definitely continue to live...in a psych hospital.