Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 37

I am the 2nd youngest in a family of 6 siblings. ik i can be somewhat clumsy and forgetfull. but that doesn't make it okay for my mother to predetermine my future. i have things i like. coding, architecture, arts, musics, throw me whatever i like, i will somehow able to cram and learn. but hello???? why you're forcing me to take artificial intelligence course like ur life depended on it???? i mean, there's a lot whole of other things that i can willingly pursue?? in fact, i also excell and honestly love chemistry and physics. sure sure ai will prevail in the future etc. but i swear to god, i have wide range of interest and you gotta force me to take something out of that range????? this is a silly story honestly. but still the way my mom talk stressed me??? also the fact that she started to talk shit bout my school??? you see, i am kinda admitted into a gifted school that measures ur iq etc etc. and she's saying like "oh you're not gifted, in fact, the students in ur school are mentally unstable. that's why you're blablabla because you're exposed to them" YE I KNOW. but why you gotta phrase it like that? it pisses me off so bad bcuz some of my friends, no honestly, most of my friends have adhd, polar etc etc mental unstability. in all honesty, they're all very good friends. its just that they have radical thoughts and way of thinking. but they truly make me learn goddamn lot of things. i love them. so don't shittalk them on my face!!!!! gaaaaaaaaah!!!!!

aight thats all from me :)

The house me and my mom live in with my grandparents is the most miserable place. It hurts me and my mom but she makes it hurt me, she's one of the reasons I have depression and suicidal thoughts and had attempted many times before and done S/H. In this house I feel like I can't be myself, I don't want to be myself because it just makes me feel dull and miserable. Crying in my room alone with no irl friends at all, not ones that talk to me and don't have motivation to keep up with hygiene or schoolwork. Crying about how everyone around me has a dad ans father figure while I have none to call my own

They say

You can heal

You will heal

What is the meaning of a scar

It never goes away

Truth is we never heal

We just turn what we're going through into a scar

And all our life we will attract broken

Things and find peace in them

Because we are going through the same thing

Learn to be in pain

Appreciate it

I am going through something ryt now

My clothes are stolen

All these emotions came flowing into my life 😪

Yeah

At the end of the day I know life is not about being happy at all times

But the question is

why me ??

That's the question

Okay fine

You had to go through it in life

It just concludes that we came her to suffer

if I say I don't deserve this

Who do I think deserved it

But I have been going through a lot tlhe already

I am tired 😫

Noo

Look at the good things too

Yeah

They are good cause they came after I struggled

My first bond with my mom came after I thought she didn't care about me

I am in tertiary

That's cause I had to read for it

Okay God was around paving the way

And I want him to continue 😢

I need him 😩 to keep me strong

Cause at this point

Now I know I have to go through bad things

I have to feel I am not worth it

I have to grow up without a father,

I have to not trust men

For the rest of my life

I have to believe I don't deserve

Cause when it comes

I feel I can't be too happy

I mean I am used to feeling all this

It feels weird when things go smoothly

I am not complaining or anything 😏

I just wanna acknowledge that

It had to be me

If not me

Then who

It's life

That's why I am listening to sad songs now acknowledging the fact that I am hurt and there's nothing I can do about it 💔 😔

Is it wrong to be happy??

ok so like YES I definitely wanna make money not only bc I wanna spend it on what I want to spend on but also like I WANNA GET AWAY FROM MY PARENTSSS Okk like ofc ive looked online. Sooo like but I’m tryna get into digital marketing so selling products online? But my problem is what are ONLINE products people actually want ?? abd where to sell ? (But tbh ive got an idea on how to do that ) Okk so i wanna use my PayPal account for money but with how strict PayPal is w minors broo I might lose all my money😭🙏 so any suggestions?? So I was also considering yt but it gonna take A WHILE before I get 1k subs AND I gotta get views. The only ive actually made is from survey WHICH TAKE LIKE A MONTH TO DO BRO . (But altleast it’s something ❤️‍🩹) Okk so like the ‘grownups’ or literally someone in my situation that wants to make money young so any advice?? Like about digital marketing or literally anything else?

Ok but back to my parents tho LIKE I WANNA MOVE OUT WHEN I CAN BUTTT like wgen I do make money I cane across a video about u actually have to pay taxes even when online. BRO IDK HOW TO FLIPPING DO THAT LIKE AND IF I GET MAIL MY PARENTS ARE SURE TO FIND OUT. Also like I’m an immigrant, so if imma move out what’s gonna happen like how would things work out?? I’m not very educated on visas😭

Hi, I'm A. I'm a pretty good student. I live in a small town. The story I'm about to tell you happened today, a few hours ago.

I'll start with the fact, today my brother is hosting a birthday party for his friends. I was supposed to help with the preparations and stay to help him serve the people. I had a movie planned with my friend, and I helped before it. But I didn't tell my parents about the fact that we would be going to McDonald's afterwards. My friend and I were obviously very happy when we went to the cinema to see it. It was fine. Now, it was time for McDonald's: unfortunately, it was far from our town, so it was kind of a bummer cause we had to go by bike. I had notifications turned off. Once we arrrived, the queue was so long we waited like 10 minutes. The entire time I was watching the time and getting a little nervous. It was 16:40 once we got our food, I had to be in my house at 16:30... But it was too late to turn back now. Honestly, I wish I told her I have to go back home, but now it's too late. Once I finished eating, I went to the bathroom at 17:17 where upon I saw 3 missed calls from my mother, so I messaged her 'I just finished my movie'. Then we rode back to our house, laughing. I came home. My father was waiting by the door, saying my mother went to their friends to wash (the water isn't fine at the moment). He said she was waiting since 16:00. Panic kicks in. He asks me if I wanna go to her. I don't answer but grab a towel and some shampoo and he drives me there. My mother is by the fence because apparently their water's turned off. My mother yelled at me, saying she waited for two hours (it was 17:40) to go with me to their friends. Then we drove back home. The party was gonna start at 18:00. She asked me why didn't I tell them. I said 'I don't know" and she continued. She ahd every right to be mad at me, so I kept being mute. My stupidity went through the roof and I knew it. I blocked my friend because she said she was gonna beat me to death once I was back in school. I hate me. Now I have to help him. I just wanna cry my face off. I was also supposed to go to a sleepover at her house... Now I can't because it's my fault.

I hate it. I just want to kms. But I feel like that's a waste, and that's my second time where I lied and didn't get away with it.

I don’t think I’m capable of thinking rationally. I’ve been in an almost six-year relationship, but should I stop counting? Where do I even start? I guess I should begin with the time he entertained another girl during my father’s funeral. I asked him why he did that to me, and he told me he didn’t know what he was doing. He also said that, during that day, he saw our roommate and came to his senses, sending the girl away. I find his reasons unacceptable even now.

Then, he told me that he lost the spark in our relationship. I understand, since we are human, and everyone has their own circumstances in life. Gradually, I lost it too. I started the breakup, but I couldn’t bear being away from him. After everything that happened, we talked. He cried, and I told him that we could make the relationship work again, but he said he didn’t know. We live together now, but without labels. I stopped asking if we could make it work because we’re both busy, especially since we’re in our last year of college.

Even though we’re together, I’ve gradually lost the sense of safety I once felt when I first met him. Yet, there’s still something inside me that wants to hold on to him. We’re together, but he can’t call me by name, he doesn’t express that he loves me, and he never talks about making this relationship work again. I have a plan in my mind to leave him after graduation. Why? Because I’m his only support in his chaotic world. I’ve always considered his situation. He’s still so good to me, taking care of me, cooking for me. But in the process, I’ve lost myself. I don’t know what to do anymore.

He’s my first in everything. I know some of you might laugh at how bad my choices are, but I think it’s a fierce battle between my mind and my heart that refuses to accept it.

im 11, and its tiring. im chinese born in australia. sometimes i want to rip my hair out. Why? because the ASAT exists. The asat is the most competitive exam for year 6's. its in 29 days and im stressed. its like my life revolves around the asat. im tired. studying is hell. when i ACTUALLY study my parents get mad at for studying. like they keep saying that im not studying and basically unmotivate me. its like when u wanna put away the dishes without being told, but then ur parents tell u to. LIKE ITS SO FRICKEN ANNOYING. it keeps happening over and over. i jst waste more time crying and wondering what i did wrong to deserve this. its tiring honestly

sometimes it really feels like no one even sees me, like i’m just some background noise in my own house. my parents are always busy yellin at each other or complainin about bills or stressin over stuff that i guess matters to them but like, never once do they ask how i’m doin. not even a simple “you okay?” or “how was your day?” it’s like they don’t even remember i exist unless it’s to tell me to do chores or turn the music down. i come home from school, go straight to my room, and that’s it. dinner is usually silent, if we even eat together at all. nd if i say something, they either ignore me or act like i’m bein dramatic. like bro, sorry i have feelings?? and my little sister gets all the attention too, like if she even sneezes mom rushes over like it’s the end of the world, but if i say i’m tired or sad, i just get told to stop being lazy. like wow thanks, that really helps.

at school it ain’t much better either. i got a few people i talk to but it’s not like real friends. more like people i sit near in class and joke with sometimes, but no one who really knows me. i don’t got that one friend who texts first or checks in or invites me to stuff. most weekends i just sit in my room scrollin on my phone while watchin the same shows over and over. nd sometimes i post stuff online hopin someone will comment or like it just so i feel like i’m not totally invisible. but most the time it’s just silence. everyone says “reach out” if you’re strugglin, but like… reach out to who?? the people who already don’t notice me? my parents who only care when i mess up? sometimes i just wanna scream like HELLO I’M HERE, but i already know it wouldn’t matter.

i try to act normal at school, smile and joke around so no one thinks anything’s wrong. but inside i’m just tired. tired of feeling like i don’t matter. tired of pretendin like it’s all fine. nd i kno people got it worse, i do, but that doesn’t make my feelings fake. i just want someone to care. like really care. not just when it’s convenient or when they want somethin from me. i don’t need big speeches or anything, just someone to say “i see you.” someone to sit with me even if we don’t talk. cuz right now it just feels like i’m floatin through life, watchin everyone else live while i’m stuck in this loop where nothin changes. maybe one day it’ll get better, maybe i’ll get outta this place, find people who make me feel like i matter. but right now? it feels like no one cares about me. and honestly… maybe they never did.

I don’t even know where to begin. The weight on my chest feels unbearable, and every time my phone lights up with a message from my parents, I feel like I’m suffocating.

I’m 22 now. I was supposed to be three years into law school, on my way to becoming a lawyer—at least, that’s what I told everyone. My parents. My friends back home. Even my younger cousin who once told me I was his role model.

But the truth? I never even went.

I enrolled the first year just to show them a receipt. After that, I stopped showing up. Never registered for exams. Never took a single credit.

Instead, I partied. I drank. A lot. Every semester, my parents would send over tuition money—money they worked hard to save. My mom picked up extra shifts. My dad skipped vacations. They thought they were investing in my future.

And what did I do? I spent it on drinks, on clubs, on god-knows-what. I let myself spiral deeper and deeper into this fake version of life where I could escape the pressure of being the “first lawyer in the family” and just... disappear into the night.

At first, I told myself I’d fix it next semester. Then the next. And then it just became easier to lie. I learned how to fake grades, how to talk like I was taking legal courses, how to nod and smile when my dad asked about constitutional law or my mom asked when they could come to my graduation.

Now I’m 22, with no degree, no real job, and a lie that’s stretched over years like a trap I set for myself.

I’ve thought about coming clean. A thousand times. I even started writing an email once but just stared at the blinking cursor until I cried.

I see people my age graduating, moving forward, figuring out their lives. And I’m here, still waking up at noon with a hangover and an inbox full of reminders that reality is closing in.

They’re proud of me. That’s the worst part. They still think their son is out there doing something meaningful. I look in the mirror and don’t recognize the person staring back.

What am I going to do?

How do I fix this?

How do I tell them I threw away their money, their trust, their dreams for me?

I wish I could say I have a plan. That I’m turning it around. But all I have right now is this sick feeling in my stomach and a silence that gets louder every day.

If anyone’s been in this kind of mess… how do you start over?

I've been struggling with a younger friend for a while. I know they are struggling and growing but there is only so much someone can put up with before its too much. They would consistently get very emotional and annoyed/angry when we had discussions about any topics that they found serious or made them uncomfortable. They would never be upfront about how they were feeling and would just get more and more defensive until they would blow up or they would just stop responding for hours to days.

They even acknowledged that they had issues communicating that they were feeling a certain way. I made it clear that all they had to do was say hey I need space or hey I don't want to talk about this but they would continue to dissappear first and then admit to being emotional.

I have my own struggles which is did not share with them often because they were going through their own stuff and I knew they were already having a hard time. I finally had enough of them acting like they have a moral high ground or some kind of understanding beyond what I did, even on subjects they admitted to not knowing anything about or not having seen what was going on.

So I asked them first if they were intentionally talking down to me and they were hurting my feelings and they just bulldozed over it and put words in my mouth about the subject we were talking about. Saying I was trying to control someone's actions when I was just saying that they should be held accountable.

It was uncalled for and even more self righteous and rude than the messages before, and it really seemed like they were not reading what I was saying at all and jumping to conclusions that I had said nothing about. Accusing me of being cruel and uncaring because I said I was feeling hurt and didn't appreciate how they were talking to me.

So I told them I was done. That it was for the best for both of us that this friendship was over because it was clearly hurting both of us if they really felt like I was being terrible and I didn't want to continue to be treated unkindly.

They responded by attacking my character and saying I was fake and they bet I was talking shit about them to my other friends and pages and pages of things that I had supposedly done and how I was obviously trying to hurt their feelings. That I thought they were a bad person and that's why I was acting this way.

I made the mistake of replying that I never said they were a bad person and that I do truly wish them well but this was no longer healthy and not that I didn't care.

They responded with even longer texts with the same repeated attacks about how I was cruel and I was obviously being cruel to them making this decision. That they wished I would talk shit because I'm a hypocrite for saying my feelings were being hurt when I was hurting their feelings by ending the friendship. It went on and on and they said they would never do this to me and that I always shut down when we had serious conversations and that they gave so much support to me when I didn't do anything to them.

And I'm just confused and hurt because I've not done any of these things, but they have. I may have been a little insensitive but I was never outright cruel. I always would be like this is a hard truth but I never just told them to get over things like they said I did. It's like they only read half my words and made up the rest.

But somehow, I feel like maybe it was unfair. Even if their responses only made it feel more and more like they were trying to make themselves the better person and put me down to justify themselves. I only tried to be compassionate. I had only said, I hope you have a good life but this isn't good for either of us.

And they just threw all this stuff in my face about how I'm the worst and I don't understand it.

Was it really so wrong to not want them to continue to talk to me disrespectfully and hurt my feelings? Why did they suddenly have such an issue with things they said they had gotten over or that they understood after I said I didn't want us to hurt each other anymore?

They blocked me after sending their giant wall of text. I had to have someone else read it for me because it hurt so much but I saw their words for myself and have them still.

Even if they were hurting, was it really okay for them to act like that? To say I'm a terrible person for it all?

Like seriously how those this app work? Are the replies bots are actually people but how IS IT SO FAST???

ok so like i dunno if i’m just dumb or if this is how love is supposed to be but i swear he makes me feel so crazy. like one day he’s super sweet, sayin goodmorning, callin me cute, actin like i’m the only girl in the world or whatever, nd then the next day he’ll totally ignore me like i don’t even exist. i’ll text him and it’ll take him hours to reply or he’ll just leave me on read nd go post stuff on his story like he ain’t see my message. nd the thing is… i still get butterflies when he does talk to me. it’s like when he gives me attention, i feel amazing, like floating or smth, but when he doesn’t, i feel like trash. nd i hate that i feel this way. i tell myself i’m gonna stop caring, that i won’t text him first again, but then he’ll look at me in the hallway or send one “hey” and all my walls just fall. nd it’s not even like we’re officially together, but everyone at school knows we’re “a thing” nd honestly? that makes it worse. i feel like i’m stuck in this fake relationship where i care way more than he does but i’m too scared to let go bc what if this is just how guys are?? like maybe this is just what love is supposed to feel like—messy, confusing, hot and cold.

my friends keep tellin me i deserve better but like… what does that even mean?? they say “a real boyfriend wouldn’t ignore u” or “he’s playin games” and maybe they’re right but when he hugs me or says i look pretty, it’s like none of the bad stuff matters anymore. nd it’s not like he’s mean or anything, he’s just… distant sometimes. like he’s got a lot going on or maybe he’s just not good with emotions or whatever. but then again, he always finds time to hang with his friends or post funny stuff online. so i start thinking maybe it’s me. maybe i’m boring or too clingy or not good enough so he gets tired of me sometimes. nd that’s the part that really hurts. i start overthinking everything—like maybe i text too much or maybe i annoy him. nd i know that’s not healthy or whatever, but i don’t know how to stop. it’s like i’m addicted to the little moments when he’s actually nice. nd when he’s not? i just sit there refreshing my texts or staring at the ceiling wondering what i did wrong. nd yeah maybe i sound pathetic but i’m just being real. i don’t want to let go of him even tho i know deep down this isn’t what love should feel like. but at the same time, i keep tellin myself that maybe this is just how love starts. maybe true love is when he ignores you one day and then misses you the next. or maybe i’m just a stupid girl makin excuses for a boy who don’t really care. i wish he’d just say how he feels instead of leavin me in this weird limbo where i don’t know if i’m special or just convenient. i just wanna feel chosen. for real. not just when it’s easy for him.

It’s honestly one of the hardest things to talk about, and I didn’t really understand it until it happened to my best friend. Her dog, Luna, passed away two weeks ago, and I swear I’ve never seen her so heartbroken. Like full-on crying for days, couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, barely wanted to talk to anyone. At first I didn’t even know what to say. I mean, what do you say when someone loses a pet that meant everything to them? People always act like it’s “just a dog” or “just a cat” but to the person who lost them, it’s like losing family. And Luna was family to her. She grew up with that dog. They did everything together—walks after school, cuddles on the couch, even birthday photos. So yeah, when Luna died, it was like something huge went missing from her world, and all I could think was, “I hope I don’t say the wrong thing.”

I made the mistake of googling stuff first, trying to find the perfect words. But all the suggestions online felt so cold or fake. Stuff like “she’s in a better place” or “at least she’s not suffering anymore.” I didn’t wanna say those things. They felt empty. So instead, I just told her I was sorry, and that I was there if she wanted to talk—or not talk. I let her cry without trying to fix it. I didn’t push her to go out or “cheer up.” I think sometimes people try too hard to take away the pain, but the truth is, grief needs time. Whether it's for a human or an animal, loss is loss. So I sat with her, even if we just stared at the wall or watched TV in silence. I brought her favorite snack and let her tell me stories about Luna, even the ones I’d heard a hundred times.

And honestly, I think that helped more than any fancy words could. Just being there, showing you care without making it about you or trying to make the sadness go away. That’s what I’ve learned so far—when someone loses a pet, you don’t need to come with a perfect speech. You just need to show up with love and patience. Let them grieve in their own way. One of the only things I did say that felt right was, “She was lucky to have you.” And my friend cried even more when I said that, but not in a bad way. I think it helped her know that Luna’s life was full of love, and that she gave her dog the best she could. That kinda thing matters. Sometimes we blame ourselves, thinking maybe we could’ve done more. So hearing someone else say “you did good” can really make a difference.

Now that it’s been a little while, she’s still sad, but it’s not as heavy as before. She’s started smiling again, even laughing sometimes. I think she’s gonna be okay, but I know she’ll always miss Luna. And that’s okay too. Pets aren’t just pets. They’re companions, comfort, joy, and unconditional love all rolled into one. Losing them is real grief, and it deserves real compassion. So if you’re ever in that position, where someone you care about has lost their furry best friend—just be gentle. Say you’re sorry, listen more than you talk, and don’t rush them to move on. Grief isn’t a straight line, and love doesn’t end just because someone is gone. Whether they barked, purred, or squeaked—if they were loved, they mattered. And that’s all anyone needs to hear.

brooo my mom keeps hitting me with a cord and I'm so sick of it, shes genuinely insane. When she chases me to hit my I usually run out and hide in the neighborhood, and my mom is psycho that she calls the police on me, what devastated me is that when I told my story to the police they didn't believe me over my mother and asked irrelevant questions about substance abuse and gangs and stuff, and just believed everything my mom twisted even though I said to them that she twists words and lies often. I think its funny bcz later my mom panicked and was all quiet like "idk what to do" then an hour later she completely switched up and saying stuff literally like "I have I right to hit my child!!"

"This little brat can't do shit to me or my job!!"

and thankfully I hid well enough in the closet (behind the long hanging dresses) that she couldn't find me because I was afraid she would beat tf out of me just for being angry again.

The fact that I actually believed the police would do anything is so pathetic

If there's one thing I learned from this whole experience is that police don't give a shit about their duties and will always believe the parent over the child. wanna know why? this happened before too!

The last time I ran out the house from her chasing me and I brought her home key (forgot to mention that when I run out, she locks the door so I cant come back in until the morning)

and she called the police on me for that.

I explained to the police that I took the key so that I wouldn't have to be stuck out there when most days was like 20 degrees and/or windy and cold. and even though I told him all that, they seriously made me give back the house key (there are three, so it's not like she needs all of them), AND give away my hiding spots for the key to my mother.

I fucking hate these people.

I told them the truth but why would they believe me?

I'm just another spoiled kid who has bad behaviors

except I'm not. I have straight a's in dual credit classes and honor classes planning to get associates by high school graduation and my English teacher even said I could be valedictorian if I attended any clubs or extra curriculars, except little do they know, their English special education teacher/coworker is a lot more fucking neglectful and insane than they think and love to say that "she simply doesn't want to go", bitch I asked and you say yes and then switch up last second every single time, I ask every possible chance, it gets so bad when I give some club advisors false answers, and I have to make up some dumb excuse like "My mom said she cant afford the gas". It gets so fucking annoying.

Not only that, but yesterday she literally threw my shoes away. YES, MY SHOES. Because she didn't like that I kept "leaving the house at night" (what she tells the police and everyone else, just straight lie) in reality, I'm literally being chased by you in that moment, when you are screaming with a cord, and sometimes some random object. Sorry, but I'm not staying in the house with a psycho like you that literally BROKE MY NOSE BEFORE?!?!?! fuck nah get me out of this crazy household T-T.

It gets so tiring.

You might be wondering, where's the father? Long story short, my mom kicked him out for being "lazy" (he did all the chores and I'm just now realizing how much he was working for all of us) and divorced him. making up bullcrap and acting all scared as if he's some kind of villain, "he's gonna take our house and leave us on the street" like omg stfu, ur not no victim. And I recently realized that shes been lying and msging that I hate him and want to keep living with my mother. I can't even text my dad and have to rely on my moms texts because my mom took away all my electronics and I don't know my dads email even If I had access to gmail during school. We moved like 40 minutes (driving) away, so even if I knew his address, I couldn't walk for 5-6 hours without getting lost.

OK that's it for this rant, just needed to get this off my chest ;-;