Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 17

Something I've started to notice over the years that some (well) most of my friends parents hate/dislike me. don't know why. sometimes its nothing sometimes its old stuff. Like am I that bad? I feel like I cant hang out with anyone anymore because of their parents, its sad and makes me lonely like I'm just a kid (teen) I'm still learning about life and I just want to hang out with friends but I cant even do that. like one of my friends their mom hates me over some drama that happened last month or so (its whatever we are chill) but their mom blames me but like its off and on, plus I'm just a child like u don't even know me. Me and my friend both have older sisters and they are besties. my friend and her sisters parents don't have a problem with my sister so why hate me? its like everyone loves my older sister and shes sooo perfect so she can do anything and I'm just the crappy hated "(Name)_____ sister" I cant even enjoy life cuz of this. the only good thing about school is that I can see my friends and hang and talk with them. cant do it at home. there is 9 days of school left and I'm going into highschool next year! I wont even see some friends at school so what if I want to hang with them but their parents don't like me? IDK what to do but I'm over it. just cant let a teen be a teen..

(friend list follows: Katy, Amy, Barley, Harley, Ella, Will, JJ, Tasha, Mindy)

So more friendgroup stuff.

I sit at a table with Amy, JJ, Mindy, Will, Katy, and one of Mindy's friends. Tasha, Harley, and Barley all sit at their own table. I'm still technically friends with Barley, we still talk and vibe yk, but I don't talk to Tasha and Harley as much as I used to. Tasha, Amy, and Mindy are all dating eachother.

In the mornings, we have morning holding. Everyone who doesn't go to breakfast goes to the gym and we sit with our grade levels and socialize until we go to class. When I get to the gym, usually Barley's there already. (Amy, Tasha, JJ, and Mindy all go to breakfast.) Ella arrives later as does Harley. Katy enters the gym at the same time I do.

If Barley's already there, we talk yk, we vibe just like normal. But then, when Harley arrives, and I've become used to this, I become invisible. If I was sitting next to Barley, I move up and sit next to Katy, or sometimes Ella if Katy's not there that day, or I just move and sit alone if neither of them are there. Even though I'm used to disappearing, it still feels not too good.

At lunch, you know the seating arrangement. The seats aren't the same two weeks in a row usually. But Amy always, and I mean ALWAYS sits between JJ and Mindy. I sit next to Katy. Will's new-ish (he was homeschooled, then came back to actual school), so he doesn't really have a set place. I vibe with JJ, Amy, Katy, and Will. I don't talk to Mindy's friend. And I feel like Mindy hates my guts for whatever reason. She doesn't even ever glance my way during lunch, not once the whole lunch period.

JJ and Amy are OBSESSED with Genshin Impact. Once they start talking about it, everyone around it is gone in a puff of smoke. And by everyone, usually just me. They still talk with Will and Mindy, just about Genshin. Me and Katy, who don't play Genshin, are left on the outside. Yeah, we all have common interests, like K-pop and Alien Stage, but Genshin tends to take over sometimes.

Ella's pretty chill. We vibe. We have our inside jokes. "CaN i PeT tHaT dAaAwWwG??" "diD You WaSH yO AsS ToDAY??" but she sits at her lunch table with her friend group.

Harley sometimes will turn and talk to Amy. Then they'll turn back to her own table and start talking to Tasha and Barley again. (they use she/they pronouns so I'm tryna use a mix of them lol). Tasha and I don't talk. Not much, anyway.

Me, Barley, and Tasha are all in band together, but Barley's not continuing next year and Tasha is changing schools.

Sometimes, Amy and JJ forget that I exist at all. I wait for them at class change so we can walk together, but still they sometimes don't talk to me. And they usually never wait for me when I get out of class after they do. Amy waits for Mindy and that's all.

More on Mindy: I HAVE NO IDEA WHY SHE HATES ME. No idea! At all. She doesn't look at me, doesn't talk to me, doesn't associate with me.

I'm just getting very sick of my friend group. I'm done with being invisible, done with Mindy hating me for no reason, done with the people who stop talking to me when one specific friend is around. I'm done. And idk what to do because I don't want to ditch them all and be alone, because we're literally a friend group of the outcasts of our grade. But what do you do when you're an outsider in a group of outsiders?

I messed up my exams and I don’t wanna study anymore. I’m really scared about my parents. I feel like they are gonna hate me…

I fucked up my maths exams today. It’s finals I can’t believe I made so made fucking small mistakes and it’s literally decreasing my marks. I EVEN TOLD MY PARENTS IT WAS WELL. I’m the only one who messed up my exams like this. I just wanna kill my self. I really wanna cry. I’m so scared to show my face to my parents.

I grew up in a very religious family and currently a teens rn.(forgive me if my English or grammar is wrong)

My family would always bring me and my brother to church every sabbath. Tbh I've never missed a sabbath. And they say that gay people are an abomination. And I read bl (boys love) and the reason I read it was probably just to run away from my own problems. I know it's really not a good thing to do but I can't stop reading it. it's becoming an obsession. I just feel really guilty for doing this but I really can't stop it's the only reason I can keep a smile. It was my source of happiness. It was always there for me. But i feel like im betraying my parents by doing this. I really feel guilty. I feel like I'll get disowned if I get discovered. But I just really don't know what to do. I really need to quit doing this. Please someone share some advice In which way i should go.

so I'm in band rn, and we're about to go to a theme park. when I said I didn't get a permission form from her, she started going off on me about how I couldn't keep track of anything, how I don't use my brain, etc. I hear this from my mom a lot, so it didn't faze me, until she said I was gonna end up a high school dropout and never succeed with how I'm going. the thing is I'm at my best mentally, so this really hurt. brought me down a few notches. I dunno, I may be stupid, but its just painful hearing that from a teacher that was so nice to me last night during our concert.

So at our school we have this morning holding thing where we go in the gym and sit and socialize before class starts. I was sitting in the bleachers with my friends (none of the names are real) Katy, Ella, Barley, and Harley. (no I did not rhyme that on purpose). Harley was talking about some Dan Bull song she hates, and I mentioned that Dive Into the Madness and that one Minecraft skeleton song by him are actually pretty good. Barley agreed, saying that not all Dan Bull songs were bad. And then the madness.

See, I don't know what's wrong with me, but if I think of a movie line or a song lyric in the middle of a conversation, I HAVE to say it. It takes a lot of willpower not to.

So the first line of the chorus of Dive Into the Madness came to mind as we were discussing Dan Bull, and I sang it. Barley, who was sitting kind of in front and to the right of me, turned and said, "This isn't high school musical!" because he gets annoyed when I do my song thing. But I can't not do it. He doesn't know that it's something I don't control. He thinks it's just me.

But anyway, it still hurt. And now I don't really want to talk to him because he says a lot of things that make my "playlist brain" go crazy for some reason and I don't want to annoy him. Not that he even ever really talks to me much anymore anyway.

I feel like I have to distance myself from everyone when it comes to family. They are all extremely unprincipled, unvalued, and unmotivated people, people with very low self-esteem who like to subjugate others through their own actions. My experience at my aunt's house and the way my father underestimated the situation were outrageous to me, excessively so.

Simply, that fact represented the necessary distance between my father and me. Honestly, I'm not with anyone who defends people like my mother and applauds her way of life with her mother, who in my aunt's case would be her comrade. It's the worst thing I've ever experienced. Differences are absolutely unacceptable there.

In fact, I feel that's why it was hard for me to stay strong at work. Today, with the Papa thing up in the air, I ignored it, and I felt that the indifference toward my indifference on the matter hurt me deeply. I felt the need to do like the others. The worst part of all this is that my father, that family, would support this.

It's like feeling miserable for breaking the trend, even though it goes against my principles. It makes me feel insulted and at the same time outraged that I was raised by my relatives, who didn't instill in me the strength to be different, which I denigrate because it's causing me problems in terms of distinguishing myself as I am in front of others, thus facilitating clarity for generating respect in a pleasant and unforced way. The idea isn't to fall into the trap of others breaking with it in one way or another.

All of them, these relatives I mention, are people who indeed appear friendly and supportive, but they come across that way in every context, which is frightening and deceptive. Although it must be acknowledged that their appearance is so obvious that to an outsider it would be like that, except for me, who didn't see it because I had normalized it. In fact, I didn't notice what they were yelling at me from miles away. In fact, I did nothing about their inconsistencies and lived by not speaking to them or pointing them out; my life together was one of being estranged because they exposed them without any remorse in front of me, which is disrespectful given that it's a game with my stability, which they further embrace thanks to the fact that they didn't point it out or justify it in any way, keeping me between a rock and a hard place when I committed them, which is indeed unfair. I feel abused within these people.

I don't like living with them. In fact, I have to live in isolation, since being with them implies intentional and frequent deterioration, while in isolation the situation is the opposite, and also with recovery, which with them is condemned. I had never acknowledged it until now that I've grown up, but these relatives make me fearful of their dramatic behavior as well as their constant denials of reality, thus creating an absorbing environment, and of course, one responsible for producing this normalization. They are the family that has also proven to be the difference between me and my mother's, and it was precisely because of this disappointment that I couldn't easily disengage from them, unlike with my mother, with whom I saw it coming.

For a very long time, it has resulted in an obsession with me not to discover the family characteristics—in truth, everything they pointed out in my mother's family, through detours and conditioning. However, they haven't realized that this game of counter-current on my part is lucrative and leads to the exact opposite result, something they apparently fail to understand despite numerous tests and which, of course, is my guarantee of success. There have been numerous attempts to eradicate me with thought tools such as ignoring the microphone, tearing at my writing, breaking away from influential thinkers, and even degrading well-known figures, but all have been in vain. I don't see them understanding that going against the grain and being effective is the best thing. Furthermore, if there were any attempt to avoid them markedly, it would only result in anxiety problems, and that's precisely what they don't want to encounter again because it would lead to an overflow of their routine, and living with me consisted of adapting to it.

I don't know how my coworkers experienced the fact that I wasn't with them at their father's event, but I still recognize that I felt obligated to consent to or pay attention to a religion when I am practically an atheist. This is an issue that is also imposing on said family. That is, they always tell me "God bless you" when I am not part of the religion, and which results in a lack of respect, mainly on the part of my father, who asks me to let him give it to me, only for the purpose of falling under the suggestion that, in that regard, for a very long time for a long time, my relationship with my father has consisted of pure attempts at suggestion. For a long time now, I haven't been able to share time with my father, only to seek food, some income, and to be the recipient of his attempts at suggestion, gradually leading him to become disillusioned. In fact, this has been the way he has come to act in a disorganized and obvious way toward these attempts. It's been almost three years like this, yet I still don't understand how he can't realize that his attempts are in vain; I suppose it's justified by the fact that it's because of the love I once had for my family, and because of which he took advantage of the opportunity to distort me. Ironically, individuals like those who cause complications for their families by coming into conflict with their moral compass happened, even though they were also a person I respected. Personally, the fact that I continue in this mood seems amusing to me up to this point, as the sadness is extremely high, no longer destabilizing to the point of prostrating me, but rather a game in favor of my firmness.

When will my father learn his lesson? When will my aunt learn her lesson? He tried to lecture me, but she, unwittingly, was the one falling into the game, precisely so that I could distance myself from her, since my goal is to distance myself from this family. They are obsessed with preventing my departure, when it has already happened, and now I am merely a spectator, oblivious to them, just like any other ordinary citizen who visualizes them. In short: I can't help but hide the sun with a finger from anyone in the world, then.

I feel like I don't know if I'd like to meet this girl again, or even the one I knew. They're both extremely confiding people with extremely troubled lives. They're always trying to please everyone. It's somewhat absorbing for me. I feel like I'm a sad spectacle or something, a projection of what they could be, and I don't like it.

Personally, I feel like I wouldn't like to meet either of them. They're very unstable people, indeed. Their feelings are extremely disproportionate and they're constantly struggling with their surroundings. I feel they're extremely tied down. Frankly, I don't want to know about their lives because I feel like I'll stumble upon a deep, brazenly camouflaged sadness. In this sense, I feel, as I do everyone else, that such a person is very unpleasant, and even more so those around them, who are used to something like that. I feel, in principle, that there will be no organization in the conversations. The focus will be on feeling good, not facing an organized panorama, which will allow for the diversity of emotions and, therefore, the exercise of organizing them to adapt to this encouraging panorama.

These are extremely complex girls, too much for me. In fact, I confess that all their actions leave me thinking because, of course, I visualize them, I identify with them, but nevertheless, it's an overflow for my routine. Furthermore, I'm surprised by the technicality I have to use to express myself about them in a way that is satisfactory to me and, I'm sure, to the reader as well.

Why did I get such complicated girls? I don't understand. Why don't I get something simpler? Also, I'm conscious. I don't want, under any circumstances, to go around advising anyone, which is what I feel I've done with them, regarding maintaining respectful boundaries. In fact, I'm overwhelmed by speaking in this formal way because of the great detail involved. I prefer something much simpler. This, of course, already implies, if we constantly meet with them, a long distance between us, working in the meantime, even though it's impossible, creating a distance between us. Let's be honest: The relationship between these girls and me is a long-term disaster. I can't resort to such complex analysis to understand these circumstances. Indeed, it's essential: I need to distance myself from both of them.

I feel like our relationship is an overload for me. I understand that I need to control my thoughts; however, the effort is precisely what's overwhelming, and if I don't, I run into disorganization with her, which would mean being unavailable and just being another source of conflict. What could be the cure for the issue also results in conflict—a minority one at first, but in the long run, it will be just as impactful as any other source. It's unfortunate, then; I can't do anything more with these girls, and it hurts because I was right there in their shoes.

I find it hard to believe that I can't deal with myself. These are people whose personality I had in the past. Why are these circumstances the same as mine? On the one hand, and on the other, how is it possible that I don't encounter someone in the same circumstances as me? I feel this speaks to the fact that I still have my mentality in such times, even though the conditions of my environment are different, which implies that I haven't fully adapted to it, although it would seem utopian at first, given that it's always in constant change. What I can say is that this within my adaptation continues to be present, and I recognize it. Of the things I've become aware of, many I hadn't been conscious of. Of course, I sought a radical change, which is why I still struggle to achieve my goal. What I can say is that, speaking of a totality, my environment is still creating distance for all situations in the present, everything about them that I haven't been conscious of.

I've mentioned this guy in one of my stories before...classmate, me being introverted in general, him being annoying and full of himself, a social butterfly, large group of girlies happy to engage with him, me having some odd eye contact moments with him that make me question- what on earth is he thinking about?? what does that look mean? what are his eyes speaking and and why is he looking at me, I don't speak so like leave me alone? and look I know it might sound like I'm just going on for nothing cuz I feel high of myself now that someone is noticing me whatever whatever, but trust me that is not what I want. I just wanna be there-silently existing, do my work, spend time with friends and go home.

Idk how to explain, but the locking of the eyes is just ... weird? odd? awkward for me? uncomfortable? I've been told it's because I'm trying to figure out what he's thinking and that I'm thinking too deep or serious about this, he might not even be thinking anything etc etc.

the thing is, I hate that he has been randomly popping up in my head- not in the crush way, that's not me. honestly I'm scared to even say more in case his on this, which I doubt, but there's so many other people I could be thinking about, so many other people I could be getting annoyed with. this morning, I caught his smile while he was looking dead straight somewhere on my t-shirt, trying to figure out the words or whatever . generally one would stare back at that kind of person, but I felt uncomfortable and looked away, possibly looking soft? why must I feel anxious being around him, fearing being judged, and judged for what exactly. ugh it's killing me, and I need to get him out of my head, and not let his presence bother me. how?!???

I'm questioning my worthiness for this position. The thought keeps surfacing that my appointment might have been due to a lack of preferred internal connections for others. What am I supposed to make of these feelings?"

I was so young at the time we dated I was only 12 when we dated. He was 16 at the time and God it was awful..looking back into that I was in a awful relationship. I'm now 16 and I regret everything I was ruined like I became so obsessive and it hurt me so bad I tried to harm myself. he was nice sometimes but he was my first love and I thought it was so real even if it was online. I dated him for maybe until I was 13 and through those years he tried to commit in front of me on call and even stabbed his side of his waist and made me watch him bleed until he finally went to the hospital. he told me it was okay to do things on camera and to make myself bleed and sick. he cheated on me and would buy me things and make me feel so hurt inside. once my parents found out and made me leave all socials and stop talking but of course I found my way back to him when I was 14 and dated him until I was 15 and a half but it was too late. it was weird that day I spoke to him he was all happy and was saying all different things than what he normally said, he lived close to me state wise so he also mentioned he was finally going to let go and see me if I followed his footsteps and I was so confused. that same week I was shattered because it was just all over at the age of 15 I was getting calls from his family saying he was dead and a call from the police apologizing. I was completely ruined and heartbroken but now that I look back on it I shouldve never gotten with him over and over but I was young.

(DISCLAMER I DONT MAKE SENSE BUT I AM JUST RAMBALING)

*This is a REAL story and it involves more drama so if you are only here for the dirty details this one probably isn’t for you*

So, I used to be friends with this guy at university. His name was Amir. Until the lat year of university we used to be pretty close friends. I was a smart student, but a little bit lazy, I used to use this app to auto reference my assignments and I ended up sharing the app with Amir to help us out a little bit.

However, I ended up getting caught and one of the main lectures threatened to kick me off the course unless she told me what the app was and where I found it. I ended up blaming Amir and telling my lecturers it was him who introduced it to me. Which obviously resulted in him being kicked off the course. It was him or me!

Obviously, that didn’t really go down with Amir too well. Himself and his whole family began to threaten me and Amir would send me tons of messages until I ended up blocking him. I remember the last message he sent me was saying he would get revenge on me someday…turns out he was right.

Fast forward to today, my girlfriend Holly recently cheated on me for the first time and guess who the other guy was? Yep. AMIR. I couldn’t believe it at the time and I was insanely shocked.

How on earth does this even happen? Me and Holly got into a stupid heated argument the same night she cheated on me. She ends up bumping into Amir at this wedding party and obviously he thought this was the best time to get revenge. Holly all alone and vulnerable.

Amir and Holly used to be friends as well and she wasn’t even aware of our ‘beef’ Amir ended up telling her and she couldn’t believe it. She instantly phoned me asking me if it were true and I was just worried about her being around Amir and I told her to avoid him and go home.

What happens next? Holly puts down the phone and I tried calling her back numerous times…nothing. I end up getting a message request on Facebook from Amir and I couldn’t witness my eyes. He sent me a photo of Holly sucking his cock!

I was in disbelief. He was finally taking his revenge and using my girlfriend mouth for it. It couldn’t have gone any better for him. I was just picturing how he must have been feeling. Having my gorgeous girlfriend suck his cock as he took his revenge. Moments later another photo appeared and it was Holly’s tits completely smothered in cum. It was over.

Lesson taken from this - don’t make enemies who are confident they’ll get even on you someday. Amir surely did.

i’ve been asking myself that question every single day since she left. how do you get over someone who didn’t break your heart with cruelty, but just… left? it’s been a few months now, and still, every morning i wake up hoping there’s a message from her, knowing there won’t be. she didn’t leave me because she stopped loving me—we never even had a real “ending.” she moved across the world for work, for family, for life, and i was left behind with all these feelings and nowhere to put them. i still remember the last time i saw her at the airport, tryin to be strong, pretending like it wasn’t the last time i’d see her for god knows how long. i smiled through it, kissed her cheek, told her i understood. but deep inside, it shattered me. we weren’t even official, not in the way people usually mean it, but i loved her. i really loved her. in that all-consuming, soft, terrifying way that makes your chest ache in the best and worst ways. and now she’s just... gone. in another time zone, living a life i’m not part of, and i don’t know how to move forward when a piece of me is still with her.

everyone says the usual things—“time heals,” “stay busy,” “you’ll meet someone else”—but none of it helps when all i want is her. i’ve tried. i’ve gone out, talked to new people, thrown myself into work, started hobbies i don’t care about just to keep my mind occupied. but nothing sticks. she’s still there, in every quiet moment. in songs i used to play for her, in cafés that remind me of our favorite spot, in the way i still sleep on one side of the bed. and maybe the hardest part is that i can’t even be angry. i can't hate her for leaving. she did what she had to do. but where does that leave me? stuck in this limbo where i keep pretending i'm okay when i'm not. people around me think i’ve moved on cause i smile and laugh and say “i’m fine,” but they don’t see me at night, lying awake wondering if she still thinks about me too. or if i was just a small chapter in her story while she became a whole book in mine. i miss her in ways i can’t even explain. not just her voice or her touch, but the feeling of being seen, really seen. she got me in a way no one ever has. and maybe that’s what makes it so hard—how do you get over someone who felt like home? maybe the truth is, you don’t really “get over” them. maybe you just learn to live around the ache, to make space for the memory without letting it swallow you whole. but right now? it still hurts. and i don’t know when it’ll stop.

i dont get it. like fr why everyone in my family gotta be so mean to me all the time?? i aint even do nothin and still they act like im the worst person in the house. my mom always yellin, my dad dont even look at me half the time, and my brother’s just rude for no reason. i wake up and its already attitude from the second i walk in the kitchen. like, if i ask for something simple like if theres any cereal left, my mom's like “go look yourself” with that tone like she already mad at me for just breathing. why they always act like im the problm?? i swear i try to stay outta the way, i stay in my room most days just chillin or listenin to music but still when i come out its like instant drama.

i be helpin around the house too. i clean my room, i do the dishes even when its not my turn, nd still they find sumthin to complain about. if i put the spoon in the wrong drawer, its like the end of the world or somethin. my dad once told me “you cant do anything right” just cause i forgot to take out the trash one night. like fr?? ONE night. nd he talk to me like i failed at life or sumthin. my brother, don’t even get me started, he be callin me names every chance he gets. annoying, stupid, crybaby... nd my parents don’t say nothing. they just laugh like its funny. well it aint.

sometimes i think maybe i was adopted or somethin, like how else do u explain it? they all so close with each other. laughin at the table, goin out places without me, sharin inside jokes. nd im just... there. invisible. or worse, the target. i tried to ask my mom once, like, why yall always treat me like im the enemy? nd she said “stop makin everything about you.” like, bruh, i only asked cause im tired of feelin like trash in my own house. is that too much?? to want to feel loved in ur own damn family?

school aint much better but at least there, some ppl smile at me. even if they fake, at least they fake nice. at home, i get nothin. no hugs, no “how was ur day,” not even a “good night.” just silence or sarcasm. nd if i say anything back, they say im disrespectful. like sorry for having feelings i guess?? they make me feel like im a burdden. like they’d be better off without me there. nd sometimes, late at night, i start thinkin maybe they're right. maybe i am the problem and dont even kno it. maybe im just broken in some way that makes ppl not wanna be around me.

but then i remember, im just a kid. im only 15. i didnt ask to be here, i didnt choose this family. nd i shouldnt have to beg for basic kindness. im not askin for them to buy me stuff or give me everything i want. i just want respect. some love. someone to say “i see you” instead of makin me feel like a ghost. if i ever become a mom, i swear imma treat my kids like they matter. i wont let them go to bed feelin unloved like i do most nights. i want to break whatever this is, this cycle of meaness that they think is normal.

i dont even kno what to do anymore. talkin dont work, cryin dont help, stayin silent just makes them act like nothin’s wrong. maybe one day i’ll move out and things’ll change. maybe they’ll miss me when im gone. or maybe they wont. maybe they’ll just keep goin like i was never there. all i kno is, i can’t keep holdin all this in forever. it hurts too much. nd im tired of pretendin it dont. so if ur readin this n u ever felt the same way, like ur own family don't even like u... ur not alone. i feel it too. every day. every damn day.