Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 51

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 ;-;

digital marketing. Selling digital products. Like ok that lek sounds easy BUT WHEREEEEE like I was signing up for one but it don’t have PayPal TFF U MEAN???? like I was having so many creative ideas too like ahhhg why like I need somewhere where I can sell ANYTHING AND CAN USE PAYPAL FOR MY STUFF and that web looked so promising 💔 until the stuff they said werent pro were pro?

Like genuinely bro wtf is wrong with me . Today was going great then I binged ☹️ like honestly this happens so much so way tmr I’ll do better and im not better. Like genuinely if I HAD JUST STARTED LITERALLY EVERYTHING IN JAN BROOO MY BODY WOULD HAVE BEEN TEA

I’m a freshman in high and I don’t know how to make friends. Yeah I have 2 friends who came with me from middle school but one is a soccer player that everyone knows and my other friend is my bestfriend. Don’t get me wrong I talk to her but I have few classes with her. And idk how she does it but she gets along with people and has friends here and there. We also don’t talk much after school. And trust me I text but she’s always on dnd. Walking through the hallways I always feel lonely. Seeing people in big groups, the girls who hang in the bathroom and make TikTok’s. I tried talking to people in classes but like after that classes it like they don’t talk to me anymore.. only in that class. And yes, I already tried small talk, the “you look pretty today”.. all of that. I just don’t know what’s wrong with..

I love my husband very much. He's always been there for me and he's very supportive and I feel very fortunate to him in my life. That being said he also has some neurotic tendencies. I'm well aware of them and I'm pretty sure he's had them since forever. His parents have kind of warned me about them but I'm a very understanding person and for the most part I can easily address his tendencies and then kind of calm him down.

I'm also somewhat positive that he's probably on the spectrum and refuses to get tested because of the negative connotations. I was recently tested and I'm on the spectrum as well, high functioning but it just helps explain some of my unique tendencies.

Some of his "tendencies" are also linked to separation anxiety or abandonment issues. I don't know where they stem from I just know that when we are separate from each other, his actions feel exacerbated.

He's away at a conference right now and he always gets super clingy when he's away. I don't do anything different and just live my life how I do everyday but he's always blowing up my phone and if I don't pick up or respond to his text, he gets super clingy and worried, and like even more clingy than before. If I don't pick up his text messages or his phone calls, he will check my location just to make sure I am where I say I am. I've never cheated on him, I will not cheat on him. I have been cheated on before and I think it's terrible. When we first entered our relationship 8 years ago, We express to each other that we had both been cheated on and that it's something we would never do to each other. We both agree that if we want out of the relationship, it's easier to tell the other person that rather than to play with their emotions . We also have a very open and honest communication relationship. We talk daily and we tell each other everything. It does not bother me, it's like we are best friends.

Right now, we are also in the stages of buying a house. While he was away I noticed a house that popped up on the market and I reached out to a realtor because I I thought it would be good to tour it before someone else makes an offer on it. The house is great. It matches all of our needs and while I was touring the house with my agent, I also had the pleasure of being on my phone with my husband through FaceTime. I didn't necessarily want to FaceTime him and I wanted to experience the house but he was adamant that I walk through the house with him. When we finish walking through the house I thought maybe we should put through an offer because it does meet all of our needs and it's in our price point. My husband was adamant that we need to tour it again with him in person before we put down an offer. I told our agent that I would prefer if she did the research to find out if anyone is making an offer or if the house has any potential offers because I don't want to lose this house and I'm prepared to put forth an offer before my husband sees the house. My husband heard all of this through FaceTime. While we were leaving the house, my husband wanted me to show him the front yard so I did that and then I wanted to leave and I got in my car to drive off and I hung up on him through FaceTime. Immediately after hanging up on him, he started calling me on my phone. I didn't respond the first time so he called again and again, and again...this time while I was backing out of the driveway. I ended up turning down the wrong street and going down the road the wrong way because he kept calling my phone and it gave me weird anxiety and distracted me.

He knew I was leaving to drive home and yet he called me six times. I don't have a new car. I have an old Hyundai . I do not have a touch screen or even a backup cam. I have a very standard 2012 Hyundai Accent. I have the old school Bluetooth. I have to hit a button on my steering wheel to pick up the call. I was so flustered by all of his phone calls that I had to pull over, pick up the phone and collect myself. He wanted to talk more about the house. I was so pissed because I felt like he was hounding me and all I was trying to do was go home. He didn't give me any space and I didn't appreciate that. He also was frantic and wanted to talk all about it and said that he arranged for another tour when he lands back home after his conference Even though our agent had already scheduled a tour... Now, he wants me to pick him up from the airport and drive him to the house just so he can see it in person and we can do the tour together. I'm annoyed. I feel like he doesn't trust my opinion and I feel like he talks over me and at me, not with me. I think I'm just venting this out because I want to understand if my feelings are validated or not.

Mother taking advantage of me leading me to not be able to get a job, or go to college

Due to that I feel like I have no control over my life

being stuck at home everyday with minimal things to do or people to talk to

Heath issues that may be due to mother issues

Increased self doubt and decreased attempts to try and help the situation because I feel stuck

Since its always been this way, whenever I try to amend the situation, I'm hit with backlash due to mother not wanting things to change.

Suicidal ideation increases due to loneliness and no path in life

being jealous of other people having jobs/going to school/going out/having friends/essentially doing normal human things.

What's the point of life? I feel like a bird with no wings or voice, perpetually stuck watching others but having no say in anything. I feel like I try, but not hard enough.

I have a group of about 8 friends. in the same class since about grade 1. after our discrepancies, we grew really close from around grade 8 till matric. we would have little outings here and there and it was fun

until we matriculated and grew apart little by little. we still manage to chat normally on the group, but it's not the same as before. since last year, I would dread going out. simply because they had changed and I had changed and topics that were of interest to them would not be the same for me. and that is obvious and understandable, as we are all growing and changing. what stands out to me is that everytime a plan to go out was made, the first thought that came to my mind was that I don't even agree with the topics they speak about, the jokes they make. some of them still remained close, had their inside jokes and all you know. they would even crack perverted jokes, leaving some discomfort and awkwardness in the air for me and another girl as those just weren't our thing. so maybe, you could say I didnt like to be around them because I didn't feel part of it ? like I didn't belong? I don't know. I basically didn't have the energy to enthusiastically go and look for the positives. being around them drained me because it was all so out of my interest line. I struggled to refuse everytime cuz they made it a bit hard. I did refuse a few times, but they always went on about how they always the ones putting in the effort and making plans, while others just blue tick, don't respond, and cancel plans

after a few months, the next time they made a plan, I dreaded again. but I gave it a shot, thinking I also need a break and maybe it's not that bad after all. one of my close friends, the one whose quite similar to me- quiet, not feeling like it's her people anymore either- didn't come on that day. I sat there normally, trying to enjoy the moment. later that night, I get a message from one of my friends( the one who complained about us cancelling) asking if I'm okay, and that I was oddly quiet. after a conversation, I explained the situation, how I don't feel like it, how and why I don't like to refuse and all, and she finally understood and said hope I get better? what did she mean ?

anyways, point is- they brought up the idea of another plan again (note we are all on good terms with eachother. she didn't hate on me after that convo, if you were wondering). this time, I wanted to go, and I was excited about the whole idea. but they're kind of delayed and haven't decided anything yet. I hesitated to ask because I know I'll be in now, and then slowly as the time comes to meet, I'll lose the excitement and begin dreading again. and then it's either a last minute cancellation ( which I know is unfair to everyone) or I am half heartedly present on that day. problem is, I usually do, and did, really enjoy being with them. even after I realised they weren't my people anymore, there were days when I went out/met them and actually fully enjoyed myself.

so.... I don't know what's the problem. why I feel this way. I guess I don't want to give them up because I also have quite a limited social life, and ofcourse, we've been close since childhood.

I don't know

ok so like i don’t wanna sound mean or ungrateful or whatever, but my boyfriend is sooo clingy and i honestly don’t kno what to do about it anymore. like at first i thought it was cute, you kno? he’d always text me good morning and good night, always want to talk and tell me how much he likes me and stuff. and yeah, that felt nice at the beginning, cuz i never really had someone like pay that much attention to me before. but now it’s like... too much. like way too much. he wants to talk all the time, like literally 24/7. if i don’t answer his text in like 10 mins he starts asking if i’m mad or if something’s wrong or if i’m "losing feelings" 😩. like no dude, i was just doing homework or eating dinner with my fam, calm down!! i can’t even breathe without him needing some kind of reassurance, and it’s starting to really bug me.

it’s not just the texting either. he always wants to be with me at school too, like during lunch or between classes and even when i’m just tryna hang out with my other friends, he’s there. always right there. and i feel bad saying this but like... sometimes i just wanna chill with my girls without him clinged to me like glue 😭. one time i told him i needed a lil space to just hang with my friends and he got all quiet and moody for the rest of the day, like i did something wrong. like i’m not even allowed to have time without him or something. it’s starting to feel like i’m in this relationship with a puppy who cries the second you leave the room. i know that sounds harsh but fr that’s how it feels sometimes. nd the more i try to pull back a little, the more he pushes in closer.

what really gets me is that i don’t even think he means to be like this. like i know he likes me a lot, and that’s sweet and all, but it’s like he doesn’t understand that people need space too. like, being in a relationship doesn’t mean you have to be glued together 24 hours a day. i wanna miss him sometimes. i wanna have space to think, to breathe, to still be my own person. but every time i try to explain that to him, he acts like i’m breaking up with him or something. and i’m not! i don’t even want to break up. i just want him to chill out a bit. it’s just getting so hard to enjoy anything when i feel like i’m constantly babysitting his feelings. like, i can’t even say “i’m busy” without a whole dramatic convo about whether or not i still care about him. bro, it’s not that deep, i just got math homework 😭.

i really don’t know what to do at this point. i don’t wanna hurt him cuz he’s honestly such a sweet guy and i know he means well, but this clingy stuff is really driving me nuts. i feel like if i keep letting it slide, i’m gonna start really resentin him, and that’s not fair to either of us. but if i bring it up again, i’m scared he’s just gonna shut down like always and make me feel bad again. i’m only 16 and already feel like i’m stuck in this adult relationship with all this pressure, when it’s supposed to be fun and cute, right? i just wish he could trust that i care about him even if we don’t talk 24/7. idk maybe i’m the bad one here for wanting space, maybe i’m just not ready for this kinda thing. but i really hope he can back off a little without it turning into some huge thing, cuz if not… i’m not sure how much longer i can keep doing this.