Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 10

Soo.. I'm gonna be on my last yeah of hs this year. And the pressure is high.

So growing up i've been getting average and sometimes higher than average grades. In my country although 75 is considered passing in special science schools 85 is the passing grade, with 90 being the average and therefore the grade every student sought after including myself.

90-93 has been my consistent grades throughout elementary, my mother didn't really push me to study because as she said I was smart enough that I only need to listen to the lesson and be good to go. And it worked at first.

Entering Highschool I didn't really have to learn to study because well it was online and I just searched up the answers. By 9th grade when we had our first face2face I barely got 90. It didn't serve as a wakeup call, nore did 10 grade when I graduated with 91%. At senior high, in the first semester midterms, they gave us the grades we got. i got 88%.

Still passing I know, but my parents, my mother especially, started this whole thing.

For context my sister is in college, tuition is barley covered and my dad works his own business that isn't getting much customers. Although my sister got a scholarship that gives her free tuition, the school was too far my sister would have to live with my grandma. Which made my dad worry about her health, i don't really get the reason.

So now it's my responsibility to get a good scholarship. My parents are ok with sending me to that same school they didn't want my sister to go to because 'I can handle myself'. But still since my 88% I've been pressured to get better grades. After a shit ton of studying I got 92%in my first sem grade. With my second sem being 96%, mostly with the help of joining a contest which the training lasted the whole first half of the second semester's midterm, then a big dance contest against other schools that got me pulled out of class and me and the other dancers got a grade no lesser than the previous. So because I got 96 in my previous I also got 96 if you got what I mean.

Anyways I understand why my parents are stressing over college, sending two daughters would not be possible with my dad's income. But I kinda blame my dad for not sending my sister there.

Idk, im already looking through scholarships on different school, started studying now too. But i also dont like that I'm reminded everyday that if I dont get a good scholarship one of us would not be able to go to college at all. Suddenly I want to go to school agshahahhahah

so I've been dating this awesome girl for about three months now and everything is freaking great. Like, honestly, I've never been this happy. But here's the catch - my parents don't have a clue that I'm into girls. Yup, I'm a lesbian, and trust me, coming out to your folks ain't a walk in the park. I'm 19, so I guess it's high time I spill the beans, right? But seriously, how do you even approach this whole "hey mom, dad, I'm lesbian" chat without having a mini heart attack? They're pretty chill folks but still, the fear is real.

I mean, we all know how these conversations usually go down. It's not like I'm gonna bust out guitar and sing "I'm Coming Out" by Diana Ross. It's more like an intense, awkward movie scene where everyone freaks out. Plus, there's always crap like the possibility of them flipping their lids or, worse, looking at you with that disappointed expression that's scarier than hell. But here's the thing, you gotta own it, right? You're responsible for your happiness and whatnot. And if someone suggests shoving this truth under the rug, eff that noise; this is your life. So, do you wait for the perfect moment, or just rip the bandaid off and let the chips fall where they may?

so like, here's the deal, my pet died, and seriously, I just can’t stop crying. it feels like my whole world has come crashing down. I know, it sounds dramatic, right? but hear me out, when you’ve had a pet for over a decade, they’re not just some animal you feed and clean up after; they're family, a piece of you if I’m being honest. I'm 29, yeah, a freaking adult, but you'd think I was a kid the way I've been bawling my eyes out lately. it’s been a whirlwind of emotions, both overwhelming and downright exhausting. it sneaks up on you, the grief. one minute I'm fine, pushing through my day, masking the pain with fake smiles and casual banter, then the next moment I see their favorite toy lying around or their pawprints on the carpet and—bam!—I’m reduced back to a blubbering mess. ever had those moments? you know the ones where your chest feels so tight it’s like you can’t even breathe? that’s me, every damn day since the incident. I'm not trying to make a mountain out of a molehill here, but it's like a constant reminder of the emptiness lingering in the spaces they used to occupy, the silence that's suddenly too loud. I swear, I never realized just how quiet a home could be until they weren’t around to fill it with their quirky antics or those endearing little sounds that used to annoy me sometimes—crazy, right? it’s funny how in all my naive optimism, I never really prepared for this moment; I mean, who does prepare for losing something they love as much as I loved them? who can genuinely be ready to say goodbye forever?

the loss hits different when it’s someone or something you cherished beyond words, especially when you’ve shared special moments that are now etched into your soul permanently. they were there for all the highs and lows of my 20s, curled up in a comforting presence when life decided to throw me a few curveballs. you never really appreciate the little things until they’re gone, and those little things, those day-to-day interactions, are what I miss the most. from the way they’d follow me around to how they’d snugly fit right beside me on a lazy Sunday afternoon watching TV, it’s those memories that catch me off guard and push me under a wave of grief. it's not just sadness, there’s honestly a speck of anger seeping in too, and let me tell you, feeling pissed about something you have absolutely no control over is one hell of a sucky feeling. part of me keeps yelling internally, 'it’s not fair!'. I mean, how do you move on from feeling robbed of more time, those fleeting moments that seemed insignificant always meant the world to me, especially now when they're no longer attainable. maybe they’re in a better place, maybe they’re frolicking somewhere free of pain, but damn it, I wanted them here, now, with me. is that selfish? should I be content with the memories and grateful for the time we had? perhaps. but, like, grief isn’t a straightforward path. it’s a tangled mess of emotions, regrets, what-ifs, and unexpressed love. times like these make me question if getting another pet would help fill the void, or if that would merely be a placeholder for the space they once filled; would moving on too quickly be doing an injustice to the love I held for them? or worse, would it make me forget? wrestling with these questions is an emotional rollercoaster, one that I wish I could just get off of already. truth is, I have no freaking clue how to stop this perpetual cycle of weepy outbreaks and melancholic episodes. a part of me is starting to accept that maybe, just maybe, healing doesn’t mean I'm forgetting or erasing their presence from my life but rather finding a way to live with their memory integrated into my everyday existence. slowly, ever so slowly, I'm starting to recognize it’s okay to be a mess right now, to not have all the answers, to feel all these feelings so intensely. will I stop crying soon? who knows? but what I do know is they brought so much joy into my life, and for that, I’ll always be grateful, even through the tears. guess I just needed to pour all this out, let the emotions run their course, and see where I land when the dust settles. is that okay? because, honestly, talking it all out helps, even if it's just to this anonymous void. 🐾

My husband and I had an our baby four months ago. The entire time I was pregnant he acted like he was so excited and going to be such a good dad. Everyone had such high expectations for him. Now that she’s actually here, he’s just mean to both of us. She’s a really easy baby and isn’t fussy very often, but the moment she does anything other than smile he gets annoyed. He’s constantly in a bad mood and when I ask why he always says it’s because of her. He’s started taking it out on me and is so short tempered and distant with me. He doesn’t ever really hold her or interact with her unless I downright force him to and even then he just puts her in her swing/bassinet/etc. within five minutes. It’s to the point that both of our families have asked if he even really holds her or pays attention to her. It’s making me really second guess the fact that I married him and feel guilty for choosing him as the father of my child. To make matters worse, he wants more than one kid.

About a year ago, I discovered my boyfriend—who isn’t diagnosed but shows strong signs of narcissism (his father is clinically diagnosed)—was masturbating to photos of his high school classmates and, heartbreakingly, to my best friend. I was devastated, but I ended up forgiving him. I was deep in trauma bonding, and he knew exactly how to manipulate me.

Throughout our relationship, the only thing that ever truly bothered me was his emotional unavailability. Besides that, he felt perfect to me—caring, attentive, and present in ways that made me believe he truly loved me. That illusion stayed intact until I stumbled across those messages in their group chat.

Last week, I caught him again. Same girls. A few new ones. Still my best friend. He’s obsessed with her style—she’s the complete opposite of me: gothic, bold, and conventionally sexy. I’m struggling right now. I feel lost, broken, showing signs of depression, and I’m undergoing lab tests for a possible autoimmune disorder.

Here’s the twist—he has no idea that I know everything. I’ve decided to keep playing the game, feeding his ego because he thrives on admiration. I do everything he wants, all while preparing to shatter his illusion. In a week, I plan to confront him with the full truth. I know he’ll panic and try to chase after me, but I’ll make it clear: if he tries anything manipulative again, I’ll expose everything—his messages, the videos, the disgusting things he and his friends have said about unsuspecting girls—on Facebook and Instagram. When I first caught him I read that his friends were scared that I would also tell their girlfriends but I didn't.

I won’t lie, I still have feelings for him. Part of me still believes he cared, that maybe there were moments of real love in our 2.5-year relationship. But this has to end.

I don’t know—does this make me the villain for planning to call him out like this? I feel stupid even writing this. He wasn’t always bad… but now I can’t unsee the truth.

so, life took an unexpected turn recently. i'm a 54-year-old guy, and you'd think by now i've seen it all, right? but nope, life still surprises. my wife, the woman i thought was my partner through thick and thin, cheated on me. not just with anyone, but with my best friend. talk about a double whammy. i don't even know what hurts more, the betrayal or the fact that it came from someone so close. betrayal sucks, man. it really does. it's like having someone drive a stake through your heart and then just twisting it for good measure. ever been there?

i'm trying to figure out how to bounce back from this mess. you'd think at my age, i'd have the wisdom of experience to guide me, but every day feels like navigating a minefield. how do you rebuild trust when it's been obliterated? "time heals all wounds," they say. but let's be real, time can also make you dwell on stuff you wish you could forget. for now, i'm just taking it one step at a time. i leaned on some classic tunes dubbed "heartbreak anthems" and found a shred of solace in them. funny how music can sometimes be the only thing that understands you. oh well, i digress.

it’s a wild ride. i'm not sure where i'll end up, but isn't that part of the journey? i've read countless self-help articles, and some talk about forgiveness and moving on. i'm not sure i'm there yet. what does forgiveness even look like in this scenario? does it mean being okay with what happened, or is it more about finding peace in your own head? i've made a point of not letting bitterness consume me, though. staying hopeful, you know? it’s like that quote i once saw: "holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die." ain't that the truth?

going through this ordeal with a positive lens is a conscious choice; after all, life's too short to wallow in negativity. i've decided to focus on what i can control. i started picking up old hobbies, keeping busy. there's something therapeutic about diving into activities that remind you who you are beyond the hurt. maybe someone reading this can relate. does getting back to a personal hobby ring a bell for anyone? hope it does. having little wins each day gives you something to look forward to. also, talking to a therapist has been a game-changer for me. it's nice to have someone just listen.

so, that's where i'm at right now. i'm trying to piece it all together. sure, it's not easy, but nothing worth having ever is, right? the affair recovery is more about healing than anything else. my story ain't unique, and i know there's a bunch of people out there in the same boat. if you're one of them, hang in there. life's a rollercoaster packed with ups and downs, but the ride's worth it. stay strong and keep moving forward; tomorrow's got to be better. and hey, if you feel like sharing your story too, drop a line. sometimes, it's easier to heal together...

so here i am, 28, a freelancer consultant in this big IT company where everybody seems older and way more experienced than me… or at least they think so. 😔 every time i walk into a meeting or even just show up at my little cubicle (which by the way feels like a prison cell), i can sense the vibe. they don’t say anything directly, but it’s all there in the way they look at me, the way they nod without really listening when i suggest something. it’s like i’m just some annoying intern who got in by mistake. i keep trying to show i know my stuff, i read all the documentation, i stay late, i help whenever someone’s stuck. and still, there’s this wall, this invisible thing between me and them. do you ever feel that too? like you’re screaming into a void and no one cares?

sometimes, i even think maybe it’s my age, like they see me as this little kid trying to play in the big league. i mean, yeah, i’m younger, but that doesn’t mean i don’t know what i’m doing. 😤 i’ve had my own projects, worked with clients who were a nightmare and still pulled through, and now i’m here, and it’s like all that doesn’t matter. just because i’m younger and not part of their inner circle, it’s like they decided i don’t deserve to be taken seriously. what’s up with that? does age really decide how much you should respect someone in a workplace? or is it just some old-school mentality that’s still floating around? i can’t tell, but it makes me feel invisible, and no matter how much i try to integrate myself, it’s like i’m hitting a brick wall.

i’ve tried everything to fit in. i laugh at their lame jokes, i bring coffee when no one asks, i stay quiet when they clearly dismiss my ideas just to avoid conflict. i even took up this project no one wanted because i thought maybe it would earn me some respect. nope, same cold shoulders, same fake smiles, same nods. sometimes, i just sit there in meetings, pretending to take notes while my mind’s screaming, “what’s the point?” do you ever feel like that? like you’re stuck in this loop where no matter what you do, you’re always seen as the outsider? it’s not even about wanting to be best friends with these people; i just want a little bit of appreciation, a simple “good job” or even a real conversation where they actually listen.

every time i try to talk to someone, it’s like they’re always too busy, too stressed, or just plain uninterested. i get it, we all have stuff going on, but come on, how hard is it to be a little human? i don’t even expect them to throw me a party or anything; just some basic respect would be nice. it’s funny how i’m the one supposed to coach them, and yet here i am, feeling like a little kid trying to prove i belong. 😂 i know it’s not all about feelings at work, but man, it’s hard to stay motivated when you’re constantly ignored. and it’s not like i can just quit, i need this gig, i need the experience, and i need the paycheck. but every day it’s getting harder to drag myself out of bed knowing i’ll just be another shadow in the office.

so here’s my little rant, not looking for sympathy or advice, just needed to let it out. maybe you’ve been there too, feeling unappreciated and stuck in a place where no one seems to care. maybe you’ve tried everything like me, and still ended up being the outsider. or maybe you’re lucky and you’ve never felt this way. either way, it’s just something i had to get off my chest. because honestly, if i don’t vent here, where else? thanks for reading if you made it this far. guess i’ll just keep pushing through, hoping someday someone will finally see me for who i am and what i bring to the table. 🤷‍♀️

i’ve been thinking a lot about how i’m the only one in my team who genuinely cares about what we do at work, and i mean really cares about the quality of our projects, the deadlines, and even the tiny details that everyone else seems to gloss over without a second thought... 😩 it’s not even that i’m some sort of perfectionist, i just believe that if we’re gonna do something, we should do it right, ya know? but lately, it’s becoming obvious that i’m the only one pulling this weight while the rest are chilling, and it’s driving me nuts; i wake up thinking about work, i go to sleep worrying about emails, and when i’m finally off, i’m mentally drained and just staring at the ceiling wondering why no one else seems to give a damn. it’s exhausting, and it’s starting to make me question if i’m the problem or if i just care way too much for a job that probably won’t even remember my name in ten years...

like seriously, i keep telling myself that i need to chill, that i need to let go and just go with the flow like everyone else, but i find it so hard to do that! maybe it’s because i’ve been conditioned to believe that hard work and dedication are the keys to success, or maybe it’s just my pride whispering in my ear, telling me that if i let go, i’m giving up on myself. but can i really keep up this pace without burning out completely? i’m 33, for crying out loud, and i’m already feeling like i’m 50 with the amount of stress i’m carrying. i see my coworkers leaving early, joking around, barely meeting deadlines, and i’m here, staying late, double-checking everything, and picking up the slack. it’s not sustainable, and it’s not fair; yet, i feel trapped in this cycle of overcaring because i don’t want to be “that guy” who lets the team down.

it’s funny, though, because when i try to ease off, when i tell myself to relax and not care so much, i get this weird anxiety, like something’s gonna fall apart if i’m not there to catch it. but the reality is, nothing catastrophic happens; the projects still move forward, the clients don’t scream bloody murder, and the world keeps spinning. it’s just my mind playing tricks on me, making me think that i’m the last line of defense for quality and integrity, but maybe that’s just my ego talking. 😅 i’ve started practicing little steps to detach myself, like logging off exactly on time, not checking emails after hours, and even taking my full lunch break away from my desk. and you know what? it feels... good. like i’m slowly reclaiming my sanity, piece by piece. it’s a weird adjustment, but i’m beginning to see that the sky doesn’t fall if i stop caring as much as i used to.

so, what about you? have you ever felt like you’re carrying the team on your shoulders while everyone else is just cruising? how did you manage to stop caring too much without feeling guilty or anxious? i’m trying to figure this out, to find that balance where i can still take pride in my work without letting it consume my life. it’s a work in progress, but i’m hopeful that i’ll get there. 🌅 maybe the secret is to care just enough, but not too much, to know when to let go and trust that it’ll be okay. i’m trying to remind myself that my worth isn’t measured by how much i sacrifice at work, and that it’s okay to prioritize my health and happiness over a never-ending to-do list. wish me luck! 🤞

man, life can really throw you a curveball sometimes. i'm 41, a guy who's been through a lot, but this? this takes the cake. just found out my wife’s been playing the field. yep, she had the ol’ side dish while i was none the wiser. and now? now she’s saying it was a mistake, that she wants to cut it out and make things right with me. she says she loves me and wants to spend forever with me. like, what am I supposed to do with that?! it’s hard to swallow, you know?

she claims she’s all ready to ditch her little joyride and focus on us, make things all sunshine and rainbows again. 🤷‍♂️ but, like, do I just go along with it? is it really as easy as forgive and forget or am i just fooling myself here? i'm over here like, yeah, it’s great you wanna do right by me, but does that mean i’m supposed to just forget the whole shebang? i mean, are we just gonna snap our fingers and poof, history’s rewritten? seems too good to be true, doesn’t it? like, who’s got the magic wand in this scenario? not me, that’s for sure. 🙄

let’s be real, trusting someone after they’ve done the dirty isn’t just an automatic function. no magic switch to flip. 🕵️‍♂️ it’s like i’m caught in this cycle of disbelief, anger, and just plain confusion. and, honestly, i'm a little torn on whether to think she’s genuinely sorry or if she's just scared of being alone. this whole thing's bonkers, right? and if i decide to roll with the punches, what happens next? is there some secret sauce i’m missing out on? i’m 41, not 21, i've pit stops in life, know what i mean?

someone tell me, is forgiving the same as forgetting? can you really split them apart like some happy divorce, leaving one behind while the other seamlessly takes over? ❤️ someone over here probably just thinks i’m overthinking it, but isn’t that part of the gig when you get burned? it’s not like you accidentally spill coffee on your shirt and brush it off. it's deeper than that. but here we are, with her wanting a reset and me caught between two minds. what would you do? what’s the next move when the love of your life drops a bomb this big?

so, there it is. the million-dollar question. do i forgive and forget, slap a bandaid on it and move on? or am i setting myself up for a rerun of heartache? does loyalty outweigh mistakes? it’s not a black-and-white scenario, folks. 😤 there’s a lotta gray zones up in here, and i’m just trying to find my way without turning into an emotional wreck. her words are nice and all, but where’s the guarantee? i mean, do guarantees even exist here or is this all just a gamble? i guess time will tell, huh? but in the meantime, i'm just here, weighing my options, trying not to lose my mind.

i just feel so terrible rn. not physically, but mentally and emotionally. i overstimulated myself so much that i can’t even do anything like i used to. i can’t focus on classes much, while assignments are piling up on me. i can’t even get over the horror film i saw last night, and ai hate is getting more and more terrible each day. and if that wasn’t enough, my sprained foot hurts me sometimes.

all that while i wonder to myself: “am i just taking too many steps back?” i thought that i was improving, but i can’t even take a long, loooong break from everything. it just hurts. i want everything to stop.

sorry if all of this is word soup. i couldn’t take it anymore.

ever wondered if you might not be your biggest fan? let's dive into some signs, because self-awareness is legit. there's people who say you gotta love yourself first, but what if you just can't??? ugh!!!

first off, your self-talk is trash. like, why you gotta be your own worst critic? 😒 constantly pointing out flaws, judging every move you make. who needs haters when you've got your own brain doing the job 24/7?? it's exhausting. do you find it normal to tear yourself apart, like you're watching some kind of twisted reality show where you're both the star and the judge? if you do, girl, we need to chat. because that's messed up. overanalyzing every single decision, like it even matters in the grand scheme????

then there's the mirror thing. let's be real, spending ridiculous amounts of time in front of a mirror, only to find NEW insecurities every day??! what's up with that? it's like some evil ritual, trying to find something, anything, to critique. 🙄 look, nobody's flawless, but constantly nitpicking just doesn't make sense, right? everyone knows those bad hair days, or days where you feel like you’re wearing a potato sack instead of an outfit. what's bizarre is, even when you look fine, you can convince yourself otherwise!!! how does that even happen? you've gotta stop treating reflections like they're going to change something.

social media... don't even get me started. comparisons, comparisons, comparisons. how many times do you scroll, see a pic of someone else, and immediately, like clockwork, feel like trash?? better bodies, better lives, bla bla bla. the comparison trap is real and it sucks. instead of thinking, "hey, looks cool," it's all jealousy and envy??? why do we do that to ourselves? it's not like these people have it all together, right? celebrities are just good at faking it, but it sure messes with our perception. comparison is the thief of joy, and somehow we invite that thief right into our day, every day.

another sign, and it's kinda dark, is self-sabotage. 😬 you're given a good opportunity, and you trash it. why? because deep down, you feel like you don't deserve it. come showtime, suddenly there's doubt. doesn't matter if teachers, friends, family lift you up, you find excuses to stay down. please tell me I'm not the only one? isn't it bizarre how opportunities seem like burdens instead of blessings? it's almost like a subconscious trap we've set for ourselves, setting ourselves up to fail. why make things hard when they can be, like, normal??? it’s unrealistic and honestly, unnecessary effort for self-sabotage.

can we talk about avoiding self-care? everyone yaps on and on about treating yourself, but how often do you really follow through?? feeling tired is not normal, people!!!!! it goes beyond the physical too; mental health days become binging disaster marathons instead of actual rest, and before you know it, you're buried under a mountain of unfinished tasks! how does this madness happen???? convenience takes precedence over health, and we act shocked when it doesn’t feel good? ironic, isn't it? 🤔 like, do you find it confusing why putting in little effort for self-care feels like too much?? it really shouldn’t be rocket science, but here we are, making things unnecessarily complex.

so there it is. if these feel a bit too close to home, maybe it's time to pause and reflect??? no need for melodrama, just acknowledging reality. recognizing how you treat yourself is a step, right? lashing out ain’t a vibe, so let's stop doing it to ourselves. 🤷‍♀️ maybe take a moment, let it sink in, and start treating yourself the way you deserve—it's about time.

My whole life I've had people there to guide me, moreso control me in retrospect. I've never been independent and it's actively ruining my life. When I was young my (adoptive) family often bullied me, and I would get bullied at school. I never made friends, through elementary and all of 6th grade my friends treated me like I was a nuisance and not a single one of the people I considered my friends had liked me in the slightest. All of this has led to me being so insecure and terrified of making mistakes that I can barely leave the house. My (biological) little sister is getting a job for the summer and she's still in school (I dropped out after moving away) and I feel horrible. On the outside I'm trying to encourage her and give her support, but on the inside I feel terrible, I'm not getting any younger and I'm still just sitting here letting everyone down, including myself.

My anxiety stems more from insecurity, I sometimes spend hours before doing something as simple as going to the store with my family just trying to look nice, how pathetic is that? I don't do it for people to compliment me, but I think I just have such high standards for myself that if I don't reach them I'm uncomfortable and it ruins my whole day. I never feel good about myself and never have, whether it be my weight or how boyish I look even as a woman, I don't think I've ever caught a break. This isn't to say I haven't received compliments, but every time i have its been thanks to makeup or just unique camera angles that hide all of the bad parts of me.

I'm unable to make friends in real life due to my insecurity, I feel like I'm worthless and undeserving of love, friendship, or attention in general. I don't know what I'm asking at this point, I don't know if I need reassurance, or advice, or to be told to get the fuck over it and grow up, I don't know what, if anything, can help me, or how to live even though I'm already an adult.

Growing up, I always felt like the odd one out in my family 🧩. Even though we shared the same house, the same blood, it was like I was on the outside looking in. My parents seemed to naturally gravitate toward my siblings. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t seem to fit into the puzzle that made up our family dynamic. They had their own way of showing love, I suppose, but somehow, it always felt like it never quite reached me. There’s this memory that sticks with me—a time when my mom was talking about my younger brother. She said, “He’s the one with a promising future.” That one line felt like a slap, subtle but sharp. It was like I was written off, as though I didn’t measure up. Why did I always feel like the scapegoat, the one who got the short end of the stick? 😔

At school, I wasn’t exactly invisible, but I wasn’t much more than a background character either. Sure, I’d get the occasional nod in the hallway or a quick “Hey” when someone passed by, but those interactions felt more like a reflex than a real connection. It’s not like I’m terrible to be around—I can crack a decent joke, I can listen, I can hold a conversation. But still, there’s this constant nagging feeling that people are just going through the motions with me. I’ve wondered—am I just not interesting enough? 🤷‍♂️ Maybe I’m missing some unspoken rule, some secret code that makes people click. People always say, “You’ll find your people,” but when? I feel like I’m always just outside the circle, close but never quite inside. And honestly, it makes me wonder—am I the problem, or is it just the way things are?

Social media doesn’t help. I scroll through my feed and see picture after picture of friends hanging out, doing things I wasn’t invited to. It’s like watching a movie where you’re not part of the cast. Each post feels like a reminder that I’m not really part of the story. But to be fair, it’s not like anyone’s purposely trying to exclude me. It just sort of... happens. And I can’t help but wonder: Why does it feel like nobody really likes me? 🤔 But if I’m being honest, maybe I’m part of the reason too. Maybe I’ve built this wall around myself, out of fear or maybe frustration, and now it’s keeping everyone out. I don’t have the answers, but I can’t help but ask—do we sometimes create our own loneliness without even realizing it?

it's so fking hard to stop loving someone, I mean, how the hell do people even manage that, huh? I keep trying to put her out of my mind, erase her from my memories like she’s some software bug I can just uninstall; but it’s not that simple. every damn thing reminds me of her—the smell of cheap perfume on a bus seat, the laugh of some random chick on TikTok, the way a stupid barista smiles at me when she hands me my coffee—it’s all her, always her. I delete photos, block her everywhere, I even tossed her hoodie in the trash; but every time I close my eyes, I see her face like it’s burned into my brain. my therapist says to “accept the loss” and “move on,” but that’s a load of crap. moving on is a f*ing myth. love isn’t a switch you can flip, it’s like a damn virus infecting your whole system, and no amount of blocking or ignoring will make it stop hurting. I keep thinking maybe if I hook up with someone else, it’ll push her out of my head, but all it does is make me feel more empty. and do you ever wonder if you’re broken for feeling this way, like if you’re defective or stuck in some malfunctioning loop of code? it’s pathetic.

I’ve tried rationalizing the situation, using every mental trick I know to reprogram my thoughts, but none of it works. I sit there at night, mind racing like some overclocked processor, looping over every conversation, every fight, every “I love you” she ever whispered, and it’s like I’m trapped in a feedback loop of self-loathing and desperation. I know I should cut ties, reboot my life, and patch up the damn leaks in my emotional firewall, but it feels impossible. how do you purge someone from your mind when every piece of your soul is still clinging to the idea of them? and yeah, maybe I’m overthinking it, maybe I’m making it more complicated than it needs to be, but how do you simplify something so fing complex? the worst part is, even though I know she’s poison, even though I know she’s bad for me, I still crave her like some addict craving a fix. what kind of twisted logic is that? it’s like my own damn heart is working against me, sabotaging every attempt to break free. and you tell me, how do you stop loving someone who was your entire f***ing world?

man, I don’t even know where to begin... it’s like I’m stuck in this nightmare where everything I thought was gonna work just blew up in my face. I’m 29, and I really thought I had it figured out – you know, saw all those TikToks and YouTube vids telling me to quit my boring job, follow my passion, hustle hard, be my own boss... so I did it. I jumped in head first, dumped all my savings into this business idea I thought would make me a legend. but it didn’t. not even close. now I’m broke, like completely wiped out, and it’s not like I can just go back to a regular 9-5. I’ve been trying, but no one wants to hire someone with a failed business and no recent experience. it’s like I’m just a loser now, and it sucks. I’m too embarrassed to tell my friends what really happened, and my family just doesn’t get it. they’re like “why don’t you just get a job?” as if it’s that easy. bro, I’m trying! every application gets ghosted, and every interview feels like they can see right through me.

honestly, I feel like such a failure. it’s like all the confidence I used to have is just gone. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I used to be so sure of my choices, so convinced I was meant to do something big, and now I’m just... here, stuck, feeling like I’m falling behind while everyone else is moving forward. I wake up every morning with this pit in my stomach, wondering how I’m gonna make it through the day. I hate feeling like I’m stuck in this endless loop of trying and failing, trying and failing. I don’t even know what I’m good at anymore, and that’s terrifying. like, what’s the point of even trying if everything just falls apart anyway? 😞 have you ever felt like this? like no matter how hard you try, you just can’t catch a break?

it’s weird because I’m not even angry about it – just... numb, I guess. I keep telling myself it’s temporary, that I’ll figure it out, but it’s getting harder to believe that. I feel like I’m drowning in my own mistakes, like there’s no way out. and the worst part is, I’m scared to tell anyone just how bad it is because I don’t want them to think less of me. but keeping it to myself is eating me alive. I wish I knew what to do, how to turn things around, but right now, I just feel stuck. like the world’s moving on without me, and I’m just watching from the sidelines. have you ever felt that way? like you’re screaming inside but no one can hear you? because that’s where I’m at right now;

friendly advice to those who will read me: all these "entrepreneurs" that you see on the Internet, they are all liars and scammers... they are not entrepreneurs, they just want to make you want to be like them to sell you ridiculous training courses (yeah, you see... the famous masterclass that you have to follow to know how to win 100,000$ per month and work 2 hours per week? that kind of shit...).