Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 12

Hi ive just been feeling really shitty lately. My grades are lower than they ever were before and i cant seem to get my life together. Im a sophomore in high school. In the first term of my sophomore year i got 5 Fs. I didnt know where i went wrong but i told myself i’d try harder. Obviously this was the first time i’d gotten such bad grades ever. I went home and i cried to my mom. I wasn’t crying over my grades i was crying about how my father was going to handle it. I could hear him yelling at my mom from his room saying shit like “she never studies” or “shes just lazy”. Truth is ive been asking my mom to pick me up early from school almost everyday and ive been absent so much. Ive been in and out of the hospital. So the stress from that day was a lot, i even passed out in the bathroom for 2 hours until my dad found me (he said i was being dramatic and just wanted attention).

In the second term i tried to show up to school as much as possible. It was hard but i pushed through. I was so scared after what happened in the first term i told myself I’m not going to go out and see friends, even on weekends. So for over 2 months i stayed home and studied. I even got multiple tutors to help me. Even after all that hard work i got 3 Fs and 2 Ds. I was crying harder than i was in the first term. I genuinely cried so much my head was throbbing. My mom told my dad about my grades, he was angrier than before. He kept yelling at me and telling me I’m a failure and that he wanted to hit me but he was holding himself back. I was crying the whole day, i talked to my girlfriend as she tried to reassure me but it really didnt help much. That evening i texted all of my friends ily and spent over 2 hours writing about 14 letters and i tried to end it all. One of my friends and my gf stopped me. I said i wouldnt do anything again but i genuinely dont feel like living anymore. If i dont take myself out then my dad will.

It’s currently the third term. I doubt im passing this year. Ive already repeated 9th grade over 2.5 marks. Now im scared i repeat this one. I swear im trying hard but it seems like all the time and work i put into this isnt paying off. Im in a public school, and where i live our grading system takes 80% of the final exam mark and 20% of the mark from the teachers (all the tests, hw, assignments etc.). My marks are never this low. Every time i get a test paper back something in me dies. I got my math paper back today (which i spent a week studying) and i got an 8/20. I genuinely felt like crying. No matter how hard i work everything just doesn’t work out for me.

I disabled most of my accounts. I blocked most people. I dont wanna talk to anyone. Im open to the idea of getting therapy but if theyre going to tell my parents everything then im not gonna talk to them. I really feel like my mental health is going down. I feel like shit everyday and wish it would all end soon. Im supposed to graduate next year with my gf and my other friends but the fact i had to repeat 9th grade took me a year behind. Now im scared to fail 10th grade. How much stupider can i be

lately, i find myself caught off guard by my reactions to even the smallest events. it's strange how watching a sentimental TikTok or hearing a slightly critical comment from a friend sends my emotions spiraling. some days i feel utterly indifferent to everything, while on others, i’m ridiculously sensitive, crying over trivialities that i wouldn’t usually bat an eyelash at. maybe it’s hormones, or perhaps this is simply what being a teenager entails. still, the inconsistency of my emotional state makes me question whether something more profound might be at play here. do other people my age feel this overwhelmed by basic, everyday situations, or am i just overly dramatic?

it's weird how sometimes emotions just hit differently, right? like yesterday, i was joking around with my bestie when she casually said something about how i take things too seriously. she wasn't even mean about it, just teasing me like usual. yet somehow, that casual remark lingered with me the entire day, making me feel unexpectedly inadequate and overly self-conscious. logically, i understand it was harmless banter, nothing worth dwelling upon, yet emotionally, it felt disproportionately impactful. later, scrolling through my socials, i came across a meme about being overly emotional, and instead of laughing it off, i genuinely related and felt comforted knowing others might feel similarly conflicted. it’s bizarre, isn’t it, how quickly emotions fluctuate from laughter to near tears, leaving you wondering if your reactions are typical teenage turbulence or indicative of deeper insecurities you haven't addressed?

sometimes i try stepping back, analyzing my emotional patterns objectively, hoping to uncover why i'm experiencing these drastic emotional shifts. perhaps i should consider external factors—lack of sleep, academic pressure, or social dynamics—as they undoubtedly influence mental equilibrium. additionally, adolescence inherently entails emotional instability, thus explaining why minor stressors trigger exaggerated reactions. despite acknowledging this logically, the sensation remains intensely personal and often isolating. so, here i am, articulating these thoughts to strangers online, hoping someone else might resonate and reassure me that feeling emotionally overwhelmed occasionally doesn't signify weakness or abnormality; rather, it merely highlights our shared human fragility. do any of you experience this emotional rollercoaster, and if so, how do you typically navigate these confusing, unpredictable feelings?

sometimes, I find myself perplexed by my attraction to men. at 29, one would assume that I have gathered sufficient wisdom to navigate the dating landscape, yet here I am, grappling with a recurring frustration. my experiences with men have ranged from enriching to utterly disheartening. it's as if they oscillate between interesting conversations and exasperating behavior that leaves me questioning my choices. is it merely a matter of societal conditioning? or is there something inherently captivating about the male psyche that draws me in despite the red flags? 🤷‍♀️

more than once, I have encountered individuals who showcase traits that are both appealing and maddening. for instance, I appreciate a good sense of humor and intelligence, yet these attributes often seem to coexist with a lack of emotional maturity. it is frustrating to witness men flaunt their charm, only to retreat into a shell when the conversation turns serious. I wonder if this is a common experience or if I have a knack for attracting the emotionally unavailable. could others share their encounters? it leaves me pondering why I persist in seeking connections that feel so inconsistently rewarding. the highs are exhilarating, but they inevitably lead to lows that feel all too familiar. 😕

while I understand that every individual is unique, the patterns I observe are hard to ignore. the initial thrill of a promising date quickly dissipates into moments of uncertainty; am I asking too much? do they even realize the impact of their actions? trying to navigate this dating scene feels like an uphill battle that I am somewhat reluctant to fight, yet I continue to feel drawn to it. perhaps, I question my own motivations—what is it about men that keeps me returning for more? the search for companionship is universal, but the road to finding it feels uniquely fraught for me. maybe it's time for reflection and a deeper understanding of what I am truly seeking in this complex game of love. 💔

i don't really know why i’m here, but i guess i needed somewhere to unload this without getting torn apart in real life. i cheated on my girlfriend. yes. it happened. once. i wish i could wrap it up in excuses or pretend it meant nothing but that'd be lying again. and i think i’m already full on that. we’ve been together for almost a year, she’s been nothing but decent to me. i met the other girl during a weekend party, things escalated; it wasn’t premeditated. there’s no passion behind it, not even lust really, just a dumb impulsive choice from someone who clearly doesn’t think ahead. i’ve read enough relationship psychology to know that what i did is textbook self-sabotage, yet here i am, acting shocked at the result. i haven’t told her. i don’t think i will. is that selfish? maybe. probably. but if the guilt eats me alive, isn’t that punishment too? am i supposed to hand her pain just because i created it?

my biggest problem is trying to calculate consequences like i’m doing damage control in a lab experiment. i think in probabilities, scenarios, long-term psychological impact, but none of that helps when you look at her and she’s smiling like the world makes sense. i can’t even enjoy time with her now. everything feels off, fake, like i’m in some kind of simulation running on bad code. maybe that’s dramatic but it's the only comparison that fits. she keeps talking about our summer plans, about little things we’ll do together, and i’m nodding along like an actor trapped in a scene i never auditioned for. some people say if you regret it, you’ve learned something. but does it count if you still hide it? if you still protect yourself first? people talk about closure and confession but what if i’m just scared of watching someone i care about fall apart because of me. maybe i already broke this relationship the second it happened and i’m just delaying the expiration date;

i don’t know what kind of man this makes me. i never saw myself as “that guy.” now i wonder if that’s exactly who i’ve always been and just never had the opportunity to find out. character isn’t tested when everything’s fine — it’s tested when you can get away with something and still choose not to. and i failed that test. miserably. if you’re reading this and you’ve ever thought about doing what i did, ask yourself: what do you think happens after? you think you’ll feel better? stronger? validated? because it’s none of that. it’s quiet. heavy. stupid. and it just sits with you. maybe i’ll come clean. maybe i won’t. either way, i don’t think i deserve her anymore, but i also don’t know if she deserves the truth in this way. how do you weigh truth against peace? and if the truth only serves to fracture someone else's sense of safety, is it even moral to reveal it? i’m not looking for sympathy. just had to let it out somewhere. thanks if you read.

Is it messed up that I slightly hope the the girl I’ve been talking to goes to jail so I can stop talking to her because I’m struggling to not to talk to her because I’m so alone, and I know she uses and manipulates me and it’s destroyed me emotionally. She goes to court tomorrow and idk how to feel happy because I can not be used or sad because I’ll be back to completely isolated . For a bit more context I met this girl at a club she right off the bat tells me she’s a felon but she likes me, I get her number and we go on a few what I think are dates but really just me paying for her dinner and I get to join along And she gives me just enough to keep me around and hooked but not enough for anything else and she tried to avoid most all conversation I try to have about anything and then calls me a creep to my face for trying to get to know her even though she has never asked me one question about myself and she’s never sales I don’t think this will work or I’m not interested she has said she is interested but doesn’t act like it

I'm a teen female (younger that 18) I hate it here. I'm so sick of being around people who act like they care about me but don't ever consider my feelings, my parents are so mentally draining, they say they understand how I feel but they genuinely don't. My mom said she had a "gay phase" too. It's not a phase, I've like women, and all genders since the I was young. They think its because I got exposed to things during covid and I hate it. Because it just shows how much they didn't pay attention to me as a kid (well, younger kid.) I literally had an imaginary girlfriend when I was like six and that was WAY BEFORE covid. I hate them. Mostly my dad, my mom is okay because she actually tries to hang out with me, not as much anymore but she asks me to go places with her and it shows she's atleast trying, unlike my dad who only does things for me if it benefits for him. My mom tried to tell me. "But he's picking you up from school everyday!" BARE MINIMUM. I don't want ungrateful, I know there's people who's dad's are worse but still, he doesn't even try. "He takes you to school sometimes!" Only because his physical therapy is on the way and I know he wouldn't do it if it wasn't.

Me and my mom were talking about what high-school I want to go to since it's almost the end of the year (I have 2 and a half weeks of school left) and we might go to this one school but my mom has to be at work 7:50am and we live 20-30 minutes away from her office so she can't drop me off at the bus stop, we'd have to leave way earlier than we already do. I said my dad could just drop me off and she went silent. (knowing damn well he's going to be upset about it.) She said "I'll have to talk to your dad about it." Uhm, why does he have a talk about it?

I don't know. Am I being unreasonable?

I’m a teenager, not older than 17.

My mom and my grandma both vent to me and they both don’t even face each other because of my mom and her boyfriend. It feels like there’s no privacy because my mom is always on face time with her boyfriend, HAS to show her face, HAS to have this camera on in her room even despite being face time, and HAS to show what she’s doing. (For more context her boyfriend put a camera in her room that’s “disguised” as a clock but my mom told me the truth of what it is.) She even uses the bathroom while he’s on face time, drives when he’s on face time, and even when she’s with me. He may not be there physically but he’s always on the phone or on FaceTime with her. It sucks because I feel like I can’t talk to my mom about personal things and I’m still just a kid growing up, learning how to cope with my own emotions. It makes me wish I had someone to go to, I don’t have my father because he’s not emotionally / mentally there for me. With my mom and grandma venting to me and my grandma talking about my mom behind her back to my homeschool teacher it makes me feel overwhelmed and stuck because I found out my grandma is kicking my mom out the house so my mom and her boyfriend can just live together because my my grandma said “your mother brings problems to the house” problems as in my moms boyfriend. It’s a whole situation that I’m not gonna get into. But I’m stressed out, my therapist appointment was canceled because my therapist is sick and I feel like I don’t have anyone to go to because my mom is always on the phone whenever I try to talk to her and I can’t go to my grandma because she’s gonna use my words against my mom or she’s gonna tell her other kids (she constantly gossips which makes me feel like there’s no privacy there either.) I just wish my family was normal and didn’t feel like it’s falling apart.

I'm a female and I like all genders and sort of men, I guess. My parents literally know I'm gay and they STILL say bad things about gay people like I'm not even gay, like its so obvious, my mom knows, I've literally told her and my younger brother. It's mostly my dad that says these things, he's honestly not a good dad or husband. My brother literally has told my dad I'm gay so many times (and I don't really care). I just don't understand why someone would say all these things when I'm literally there. He's literally called being gay perverted and like a drug. Also when I was talking to my mom, (I was asking her why she was with him, cuz literally the man looks like dobby from Harry Potter) and she said he's and honest man and she doesn't have to worry about him cheating ect... but she told me he told her that he never said it was perverted to be gay then when I said that's literally why I had cried in my room when we got home and she immediately tried to take it back. This is part 1 I'll yap more about this if people want.

(I'm a teen female) Once a month, we have these small mental health sessions where the same guidance counselor comes in to discuss a mental health topic. Today, she talked about anxiety, and it literally made me realize I have been having mini panic attacks. Like whenever I'm called on, even if I was raising my hand, I will burn up and I feel so anxious and like I'm about to literally explode. Like the heating up starts from my chest and goes almost all the way up. I thought I was just nervous but I guess not. Also I did not say anything about this to the counselor because Iliterally did not want to say any of that in front of people. I probably will another day because I meet her every Monday.

Me (14F) and my bf (13M) have been together for a little over a year now, but things have been not so good. We are long distance so we can only text and call, we wanted to meet up when we were older but things have changed. Last night me and him talked about taking a break or breaking up. He has been mean to me for the past few months and didn’t really treat me like his girlfriend, he let his friends be mean to me and he just laughed even though I’ve cried to him on the phone several times because of it.

But we both said if we do breakup, it would be on good terms and we would still talk and be friends. I do love him but the relationship wasn’t healthy for really either of us and often hurt me mentally. I still love him, I really do. I loved how sweet he was when he was and I just love everything about him other than the way he treated me. I feel like the distance is a big part of it because touch is my love language and also an easy way for me to show emotion in a few ways. I don’t want to breakup but it’s for the best.

My only issue is that I don’t know how I would find a new boyfriend when I’m ready. I’m homeschooled, there’s no clubs in my areas that I’m interested in, I don’t wanna do long distance again, moth of the guys/people is my area are assholes…I might have to try an app to meet someone but I’m scared of apps because of the risk of pedophiles and such. I just don’t know what to do

so yesterday I "adopted" my friend Will (yk how like friends do that it's funny) and today I was talking to Katy and I mentioned how i'd adopted Will and I gave Katy a headpat and said, "you're [will's real name]'s sister now" and she said "no I wanna be the other parent"

and I thought she was saying it in like a way like as like a friend thing, like the whole friendly adoption thing, you know like platonic. so I was like "is that what you mean" and she said no, like actually

my brain kinda short circuited and I still thought she meant in a platonic way but now that my brain is fine I'm like- WHAT

so idk what the hell just happened

help?

Do you ever have that weird feeling in your body when you are in a group of people/a busy room with people where you feel like you don't belong in that place/moment or where you just feel invisible like a waste of space or a disappointment? that basically sums up me right now or a lot of the time.

story: So last night I went to my sisters high school for her banquet "BAND banquet" (my sister is in band/matching band so its like her "awards day" but for highschool/middelschool bad) It was me, my sister and my parents. when we got there our parents brought food and went to set it up. my parents friends MR and MRS P needed help checking people in at 6:00 and give tickets. so our parents when to the front doors to help.

my mother told me and my sister to stay where we are and watch our "stuff" (jackets and umbrellas) and as soon as they left my sister got up and I asked "where are you going??" she said: "To go find my friends." me; "why? her: "because I can" me: "but mom told us to stay here" her; "She didn't say that." me; "whatever just go-" (we started to argue so I just said go) I was upset because she wasn't supposed to leave even though shes older and she left me to be more mature and watch the stuff because I know If I left to wonder my mom would yell at me and my sister so I knew someone had to stay and I didn't feel like arguing. so basically people came in and started sitting and hanging out, kids being with their friends and my sister with hers. I started to get lonely seeing people so happy and looking like they belonged unlike me...eventually it was time to eat food, people got called up to go by tables. I had to wait for my dad to get my food so I could eat. still by myself My dad eventually came and I got to eat. my dad went back to helping I was by myself eating my dads cooking talking to myself acting like my family was with me and my dad asking how the food/cupcake tasted. and when I was done I felt sad and so alone while my sister had fun with her friends and eventually my mom came and was mad at my sister Abit for being with her friends. my mom came and ask; "have you been sitting by yourself this whole time??" me; "yeah" her: "you didn't have too, you could have come down and hangout with me." me; "but you told us to stay with the stuff and I cant leave it'" she eventually went to get her food and she/my mom sat with me and asked how my food was trying to make me feel better. and that's that.

I feel like my sister always does this. leaves when she feels like it or "change her mind" when watching our dog and cause an argument or make things unfair (keep note shes the older sibling, I'm the younger one) I feel like I have to be the adult between us and do all the adult like stuff when shes almost 18 next year and i'll only be 15. Its like she takes advantage of me so she can do her thing. even though shes the one that wants to do things "fair" when all she does is leave me to "baby sit" by myself and makes me feel wasted or like not important in anyway when I've done so much to be noticed in school, for others and my own family.

I just don't know. maybe I'm to hard on myself or my sister.

thoughts? (no negative thoughts or comments please)

I’ve been crushing on this guy for months now, you know? We have some classes together, and he is super funny and totally charming! Like, every time he walks into the room, my heart literally skips a beat! 💓 It’s so embarrassing, but I can’t help it! I’ve tried to drop hints here and there, but I feel like I’ve been playing a game of “guess what I mean” whenever I talk to him. Does anyone else feel this way when they like someone? Or is it just me? 🤔

So, one day after class, I thought, "Okay, today’s the day!" I kinda rehearsed what I would say, trying to sound casual but still cute. I was going to ask him to grab a coffee after school! ☕️ It’s such a classic move, right? Low-pressure, sweet spot to connect, and it just feels right! But when I saw him, my brain just went blank. All my plans fluttered away like confetti in the wind! I stood there for a second, acting like I was checking my phone, but in reality, I was freaking out! I mean, how do you just casually ask your crush out without sounding like a total goober? 😳

Eventually, I managed to muster up enough courage to approach him. As I walked towards him, my heart was racing like I was in a marathon! 🏃‍♀️ When I finally got close, I stumbled over my words, which totally wasn’t part of the plan. Ugh, right? I bumbled, “Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to grab some coffee or something sometime?” It felt like my face was on fire, and all I could think of was, “Was that cool? Did I sound like a total dork?” He paused for a moment, and I seriously thought I might just spontaneously combust from the pressure of the moment; but then he smiled! 😊 It was like the clouds parted and the sun shined on me for the first time!

He said, “Sure, that sounds great!” and my heart did a little happy dance! 🎉 I couldn’t believe it! It was like a fairy tale moment, you know? Now we’re planning to go this weekend, and I am so excited yet nervous (like, what should I wear?!)! But honestly, I feel like this was a step in the right direction. Does anyone have tips for first coffee dates? Like, how to avoid awkward silences or what to talk about? I just don’t want to mess this up! 🙈 Fingers crossed everything goes smoothly! If you’ve been in a similar situation, what did you do? I’d love to hear your stories and advice! 💖

I honestly don’t get it; I’m a confident woman in my 40s, thriving in a fast-paced corporate setting, yet I flinch like a startled cat at every little thing. It’s not just the typical noise of a stapler slamming or a sudden email ping that sets me off—though trust me, that doesn't help my high-strung nerves. I've had colleagues burst into my office unexpectedly, and I practically leap out of my seat, knocking over my beloved coffee mug. It’s embarrassing. I’ve worked hard to build this reputation as a competent manager, yet this ridiculous reflex makes me feel like I’m six years old again, jumping at shadows. Shouldn't I have outgrown this by now? It’s particularly frustrating during meetings when someone raises their voice to make a point, and I’m there flinching between my notes like a deer caught in headlights. I can’t be the only one who experiences this, right? I mean, do you ever feel like your body just betrays you with its silly reflexes?

One time, during a really tense meeting about budget cuts, I was already on edge, and when someone slammed their hand on the table for emphasis, I practically yelped. You could hear a pin drop! Everyone turned to look at me, and I felt heat rush to my cheeks like I was back in high school being called out in class. I could've sworn someone stifled a laugh; I mean, it would have been funny if it weren't so mortifying! And it got me thinking—why do I put myself through these situations over and over again? Could it be that I'm just too sensitive to my surroundings? Or maybe it’s a deeper issue related to how I’ve been conditioned over the years. I wonder if my background has something to do with this. My parents were always on edge, and I guess I absorbed that energy. But it’s been years; I’m not that little girl anymore. Shouldn’t I be setting a standard of calm and poise instead? I desperately want to toughen up, but that flinch reflex just won’t quit. Is there an off-switch for this reaction, or am I doomed to be the perpetual jumpy one in the office? 🤷‍♀️

for forever, i had tried to seem perfect. trying to be that constantly-motivating-setting-examples for my not so guided friends. but what do i get out of it when i cant be my own example? for far too long i havent been able to get out of bed without a bad mood.