Stories of Triumph, Conflict, and Human Experience
Life is filled with unexpected stories, challenges, and moments of drama that span a variety of experiences. Whether it's navigating difficult relationships, facing career setbacks, or dealing with day-to-day frustrations, these stories capture the emotional highs and lows that define the human experience.
From heartwarming tales of personal triumph to dramatic accounts of conflict and failure, each story offers a unique perspective on life's unpredictability. These stories explore a wide range of topics, from family dynamics and work struggles to encounters with difficult people and unexpected disasters.
If you're looking for a place to connect with relatable experiences or gain insight into the challenges others face, these stories provide a window into the complexities of modern life. Whether you're seeking inspiration, entertainment, or simply a sense of shared experience, you're sure to find something that resonates.
[Translated from Spanish. Reminder: IIWIARS is English only]
Jessica Romina Alcaraz Guzmán.
You cheated on me with your superior, you thought I wouldn't find out, you're the worst, you deserve the worst in the world.
I hope you find your other half or your other trash in the dumpster. You're scum.
Ive been trying to hang out with my cousin more but everytime I join the discord call I feel like shes upset or one of her friends is upset I joined because they will say my name in a disinterested tone and I dont know if Im just reading too much into it because I am and have been anxious since my last and only friend group broke up I think Im just going to like stop joining or something I dont know I just dont want to be like hey guys! Include me pick me or whatver you know
I mean me and my cousin were talking 1 on 1 and she said I could dm her whenever but my anxiety is telling me different
Okay so basically just Sunday I went out shopping and got these pore strips for my nose and I only use them two days a week since it’s only two days a week and I’m actually gonna stick to that. And just today my sister(4 years older then me with her own car and money) had came up to me and asked if she could have one and obviously I said no because I want it balanced and she kept on begging and begging and I kept telling her no and she finally left and decided to go to our mom to make me give her the pore strips she could’ve easily bought. And the place where I got them only costs like four or three dollars for a six pack of them and she was well over 900 dollars to spend too and also not to mention she uses her boyfriends money(he makes way less then her) anyways she went to out mom and I guess she said something dumb like “oh I bought her food but she still refuses to give me her pore strip!” And so when I walk out to just hang out with my mom she was all like “just give your sister a pore strip” and when I handed her the stupid pore strip she was all like “oh yeah I ordered you a triple dipper from chilis” and proceeded to keep most of the fucking food. And like I didn’t even ask for that and im amusing in her world I’m hungry all the fucking time just because I’m chubby. And it’s like why are you even assuming that? Like not all “fat” people are the same
We're still working on the pool since fixing the holes Is tricky and she's starting to get irritated by It. Which i find honestly hilarious cause, yeah. I negleted it for a year, sure and It Is my fault. But where was she at? It's as much my fault as It Is hers. Cause also did not care for It at all for a year. Similiarly, She said she'd been asking for It all summer, which no. Less than two weeks at most, which Is still some time, but also She did nothing to start something She wanted and Just forgot about It most of the time. But i do feel sad cause i did enjoy the pool last year and It's my fault It's broken, and It Just wasn't right to neglect It, and i feel really bad about that. It also reminds of all the other things i've negleted over time and that now are ruined because of me. And none of that would've happened if i Just was Better and could deal with whatever Is wrong with me. At the same time i guess there's nothing i can do now but try my best to fix things. And i'm trying. I Just Hope It will hold up. Even if the patches are a bit wonky. Both the pool and everything else.
so I'm abroromantic and abrosexual. That basically means my romantic preferences and sexuality change over time. Over the entirety of summer, I was lesbian. But now that school has started again, I'm in that weird place where I know it's changed but I don't know what it's changed to. The way I feel whenever I'm in this place is confused, annoyed, and kind of blank when it hasn't yet settled iykwim. It's hard to explain.
I'm just wondering why I can't just be simple like my friends. all my friends know exactly who they are and know that it'll never change. BUt it's like, the parts of me that I WANT to change stay the same, and the parts that I WANT to stay the same change. Why can't I be simple and uncomplicated like my friends?
so last year I had a friend Katy. She's really clingy and possessive over me and last year it got to a point where it was kinda suffocating. At that point I started distancing myself from her. Now, second day of school, she's in my lunch block and I don't really want to sit with her at lunch, I wanna sit alone and listen to music. But I don't want to upset her so idk what to do.
Hello, i am 35 weeks pregnant and currently living at in laws house as my husband wanted me to deliver the baby in his hometown and as i dont have my mom so his parents can support us as they cannot come over to our house. I am living without husband as he is back home for work and comes on weekends. I asked to stay with my sister but my in laws are so controlling they want the child to be born at their known hospital and want things their way. So lately things have been so challenging with mil as she is so nosy and overcaring that she sometime s make me cry as i have no oersonal space and she keeps checking on me whole night and always on my head like helicopter. She even taunts me all the time on how to our tym is different we used to work and had no facilities and todays kids dont have any challenges. She decides all baby preparations and whrn i suggest something she is like no ill will not allow that for child and she keeps on insisting and preparing clothes of my brother in laws daughter who is of 4 year to reuse only then despite of gender and condition of those clothes and pushing me to not buy things for newborn due to evil eye before birth. This woman is driving me crazy for overcaring and pushing me to eat after every hour and drink milk. I am diagnosed with cholestasis a liver condition where doctor asked me to not eat fatty food but she keep on giving me fried food to eat and pushing me saying doctors are crazy these days
Recently, I've realized that when something goes wrong or I make a mistake, I get so frustrated that I make the situation even worse—worse than anyone can imagine. In that moment, I'm uncontrollably passionate in my rage to make it worse, without thinking of the consequences.
I know this is a devastating fact, but right now, I don't know what to do. I'm in a full-blown rage at myself because of a mistake I made. I'm consumed by how I could have made that mistake. I want to punish myself terribly. I'm burning with anger at myself, wondering how in the world I could have made such a mistake
So I’ve been recently spending more time with my family & sleeping over, and I’m loving it! Maybe too much…
This is more of a series of my life so pls check out my other ones lol!!
After I spent two days at my grandparents house I was really relaxed and happy? And I felt sad I was leaving to go home. So when I got home I was immediately left to a loud house. A very different contrast to a quiet, comfortable, clean grandparents house. And I have a lot of sensory issues and verbal delays so I can’t really speak for myself when im overstimulated and upset. So when I walk in I immediately want to go back to my grandparents house so I just go to my room without saying hello or anything since the tv was very loud and I didn’t want to argue with my dad. And I felt very frustrated, annoyed, upset, and somewhat disappointed??
So later that night I came down for dinner, the tv blaring an action movie, the dogs barking, dinner cold on the counter, and stepping on sharp things scattered on the floor. So first of all, I’m overstimulated. I can feel and hear everything at the same time. So I go to get some ice and water and the freezer is packed with frozen crap blocking the ice maker, making there BARELY any ice so I’m annoyed! I haven’t been home for TWO DAYS and I can’t even have ice on a hot day. So I get my ice and go eat dinner alone on at the dinner table because my parents sit on the couch and eat it together not with me. So I’m eating right? The rice is too wet… the chicken is too dry… the tvs too loud.. and my fork isn’t big enough.. I know I may sound picky and just complaining but honestly after dealing with this every day and is back home after a couple days it pisses you off. So I haven’t even been asked how my day was or any plans I have so I feel unappreciated because I want to feel cared about. So honestly I’m pissed and just annoyed so I mutter “I like grandmas house better..” so my mom asks, “Do you not like it here?” What do you think??? I’ve been asking you guys to turn down the tv multiple times a week and just asking for the questions to stop! So I’m just really annoyed and frustrated from her saying that so I say, “No, I just- it’s just so loud here all the time and it’s so quiet at grandmas house.” And I get no response which sets me off because now I feel bad for saying the truth. And now I want to cry and feel her hug but I dont ask and just leave because I felt ungrateful.
Before you say that I’m just ungrateful and a brat, I’m 13. A girl at that too. And I feel that I have complex emotions and can understand when I need to have a break or be serious. And I just want to leave in perspective this is environment had been a constant thing for 5 years now. And all of my issues and idk I’m just still developing and I have a lot of hormones and anxiety and adhd so it’s just very hard, and I have a lot of sensory issues and verbal delays.
Around three years ago today, I started questioning my sexuality. Thinking at first I might've just been confused, being that I was 14 at the time. One year passes, and I'm starting to have those thoughts again and realizing I seriously might've been BI. I tested out the waters a little with being able to tell my friends about me maybe being BI, and them actually supporting me. Although over the two years since then I've started to lean towards being gay, and now I'm seriously confused, scared, and worried. I've got no idea what to do, my parents are christens and they had no Idea about me being BI before.
idk. I just feel kind of, no not kind of, very alone. I have a friend in one of my classes. I have lunch with two of my "friends," but one won't talk to me and the two of them are dating. I guess I can talk to my cousin at lunch, but he isn't in any of my classes. Kanna is a senior, I could only possibly see her during MB, but even then she's in colourguard and I don't see her. I haven't seen Barley all day, nor have I seen Ella.
That's not all that's going on. I enjoy writing stories, but I have an upsetting lack of inspiration at the moment. It effects my music writing too. Those two things are the only things I'm really good at, and if I'm bad at the only thing I'm good at... well, think Caine from TADC Episode 3, when Zooble told him his adventures sucked.
I just can't help but wonder: What happened? To me, mostly. When did I become... this? When did I become such an asshole to everyone? when did I get so bad at making and keeping friends? What happened to me? Why don't I change like everyone else? Why am I not pretty like everyone else? why am I so lonely, when everyone else has someone to talk to? I value all my connections and friendships, but what if there's no connections or friendships left for me to value? Why am I never enough, no matter how hard I try? I told myself this year that, if I were pretty, people would finally like me. So I got new makeup, I changed my clothes, got a new haircut but still I'm hated. Still no one talks to me. What's even the point of trying?
(dont mind my terrible spelling)
My inner void
By: Samuel Ison
And then i fall. and fall. and fall. and fall. and fall. death isnt what i thought it would be. my life isnt falshing before my eyes. im not crying. im not angry that this is how it ends. th whole world is burning around me. we fucked up the whole world. for once i dont feel what i used to feel. i dont feel angry at myself. i dont feel gultiy about things i couldnt change. for the first time im not wondering about what death feels like. im not wondering anything. im not wondering why im falling for so long. i dont know what this feeling is. falling. forever. it feels nice. death isnt what i thought it would be. I dont see 'the light'. i dont see all my memories replaying in my head. I dont see my dead loved ones. i dont see a glimpse of heaven. or hell. I cant hear anything. the wind is rushing all around me. and then. nothing. peace. i dont wake up as a new person. i dont see any ghosts or people. i dont see heaven or hell. i dont see god. i dont see jesus. i see fog. all around. i cant see whats behind me or in front of me. except a road. im walking down the road. the road seems to go on forever. i keep walking. its peaceful. its just me, the road, and the fog. who am i? do i really even care? where am i? i dont really care. what is this place? i really dont care. what did i leave behind? choas. i always wake up from this dream right about now. I dont wake up crying or screaming or sweating. i wake up perfectly fine. i think my body makes me wake up befor i truly walk into the unknown. death perhaps. maybe if i keep walking...i wouldnt wake up again. now tell me this. why am i not scared of that?
I want someone to text me everyday 'are you ok?' and if i reply with 'no' then they simply say 'ok'. thats it. i dont want them to have pity on me. i just want somone to know. i want someone to want to know and when i tell them they dont pry. they dont ask anything. they just say 'ok'. is that to much to ask?
you know whats funny? when i cut myself the first time i wasnt crying or having a mental breakdown or at my lowest. i was watching fucking desendents at midnight and i had just thought. 'i wonder what it feels like?' so i grabbed a thumbtack and sratched my skin until it bled. i didnt feel anything. it didnt hurt like it should have. i didnt cry afterwards either. i didnt regret doing it and i still kinda dont. i didnt even flinch as i scraped off my skin until it bled. then i just stared at it. i didnt have any reaction to seeing my blood on that thumbtack or the blood coming from my arm. another time that i cut myself on my thigh i didnt have a reaction then either. i didnt even flinch the tiniest bit. and thats what keeps me up at night because i know that if i did that to anyone else. even a stranger. i would do anything to take it back. i would say im sorry until i couldnt speak. i would cry and scream at myself. i would hate myself forever for doing something like that. but if my best friend held a gun to my head i wouldnt even flinch. i would apoligize for doing something that made her have to go to all the trouble of having to kill me. and then in the end i would probably ask her to hand me the gun so i could shoot myself so that she wouldnt be charged for murder or have the burden of killing me. like the song goes 'you could slit my throat and in my my last gasping breath i would apolgize for bleeding on your shirt- your so last summer by taking sunday back'
its 4:34am right now. im so tired. but sleep isnt an option anymore. im haulcinating. bugs. bugs everywhere. STOP. LET ME SLEEP. and my brain says "no." my brain says "not until the sun is up." stop. let me sleep. and my brain says "no."
its 4:44am right now. im so tired. but sleep isnt an option anymore. im haulcinating. bugs. bugs everywhere. STOP. LET ME SLEEP. and my brain says "no." my brain says "not until the sun is up." stop. let me sleep. and my brain says "no.
I was so excited for today, it's the first day of school and I was excited to see all my friends again . I was walking to lunch with my friend Mindy B when her girlfriend, Amy, came out of her class. I was friends with Amy for a long time but today she didn't even look at me. I just kind of distanced and now I'm sitting at lunch next to Mindy and Amy, but not close enough to talk easily.
I did something last year that could've made her hate me, and I don't like thinking about it, but here it is:
at the end of the year last year, I'm talking like last week of school, I was sitting at lunch with JJ, Amy, Will, Katy, and Mindy B. I made a random joke, like "'hey mom where do birds come from?' 'UH- BIRDS!'" and JJ, who's religious, was talking about Christianity when I made this joke, and he said to me, "Yeah, but where do those birds come from?" I get highly uncomfortable when people bring up religious topics, so I kind of blew up. I said that no one really cared and that he should just shut up. Of course after that I felt so horrible I could kick myself (and actually did).
Amy got upset with me, as well as JJ, but JJ forgave me. Amy obviously didn't. SO how do I make it right? I hate myself for what I said, and wish I'd never said any of it. So what do I do?
I use to be proud of my family name. I am from a small town so when people would find out my lastnight they would say oh your related to this person they are such an awesome and generous person. Now I am ashamed. Ever since I found out my grandfather SA my little brother my family hasn’t been the same. People took sides on whether they believe him or not. They thought my grandfather is this well known, intelligent hard working guy he could never do something like that. Well I knew the truth.that he was just to embarrassed and ashamed to admit to what he did he fled to another country. Our relationship fizzled out and when he passed. The family we right we had left got even worse. My grandfather was a wealthy man so of course everyone fought over money.
In a time when we should be helping and grieving together turned to money. His brother and his family being the worst. Taking control of everything and selling property that had been in my family for generations. I didn’t care for the money but that hurt the most. Something that’s an always promised to stay in the family was sold off like it meant nothing. Like it wasn’t the one place that held all the good memories before the fighting accusations and money, hungry people.. as I’ve gotten older it’s sad, but I’ve learned just because your blood doesn’t mean your family. It’s the people who show up for you. so no longer am I proud to say my family name. No it’s just a distant memory of what could’ve been.
Hello loml. I still think about you up to this day and it doesn't get any better lol. I hope you doing okay.