Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 6

Heyah👋🏻😄!!

This dang app doesn't have a movie or TV option... So I clicked on the next best thing outta the options given✨👀.

Maybe I could've picked a medical option, but then the vibes of Apothecary Diaries wouldn't have come across... At least to me it wouldn't🫠.

Anyway... I want more seasons to come out but why do animes in general, usually stop at the 2nd season, or rarely stop at the 3😭!! There are so many anime's that I love, but they're just taking breaks for 10+ years, or discontinuing them🥲!!

I wanna see MaoMao enjoy her poisonous pufferfish, and all her shenanigans that she gets up to😂!!

Is Jinshi gonna spill the beans ever😱!! And no... I don't mean those beans😏🫘!! But seriously🥴!!

And why the fork did MaoMao call Jinish's male appendage a frog🐸!?!? That area looks nothing like a frog🤣!!!

And will we see if Jinshi and his mother gets together as mother and son🥹🙏🏻✨!? Is the book series completed and where to get the series if it is completed📚😍!?!?

Also does anyone wonder why Jinshi likes MaoMao's glare😠🐛!?

MaoMao with cat ears is so cute😻!! MaoMao in Mandarin is "Cat"... Right? I'm not sure🙃. But I think that's what it means? Cause when I was at a Hearts Alive Cat Café, an East Asian couple came in and kept calling all the cats "MaoMao"... So, I sorta figured that MaoMao meant cat😺. It's also funny cause MaoMao(the anime character) doesn't really find cats appealing😹!! Yet she embodies a cat quite well🤣!! My favorite character outta everyone is Lady Giokio(I'm aware I miss-spelled her name... Sorry🙇🏻‍♀️). The pink haired concubine🩷!!

Heyah👋🏻😄!!

My bestie's boyfriend wants to propose to her💍.

They've picked out a wonderful oval diamond ring💍✨!!!

My bestie joked that we should go to a wedding dress store and try on dresses... Me included😱!! I'm not dating anyone... Let alone engaged🫠!! So, I don't know if that would be right for me to try on dresses🥴.

Plus, I'm 4 foot 11 inches tall with watermelons the size of H🫣!! I don't know any wedding dresses AT-STORES that would accommodate that🫥? But my bestie is 5 foot 6 inches tall and has average size fruits😊👍🏻✨!! Like... Hmmm🤔.... A larger honey crisp apple🍎... But 2 of them, since I don't know many people who only have 1 fruit naturally✨👀?

Anyway, what should I do, should I say, "sure" or "nah"? It would be nice to be there when she picks her dress... But I'm only seeing her for 3 days until I head back home for 2 days then hop back on a plane to fly across country🛬.

Heyah👋🏻😄!!

This is not an advertisement‼️

If you're a person who loves cats, kitties, or want to adopt a feline friendo... Then Hearts Alive Cat Café in Las Vegas Nevada is the place for you😻✨!!

$15 per hour with all the 30+ catto's💸!! 2 free drinks and 2 free snacks included after you pay for the entrance fee😋👍🏻!!

There's 3 rooms of catto's... All very clean🧹🧽🫧. They keep the litter boxes in a separate space, so customers won't smell their excrement💩. You can't pick up the adults cats, but you can pick up the kittens😻!!

Kittens eat at a different time than the adults, so just be aware that if you go to see the kittens, maybe go when it's not their lunch time... Around 4PM I think is around both the catto's lunch time🤔?

The workers are nice, and there's a revolving door of cats that come and go💞. There are a few permanent cats who aren't up for adoption, but they're super cute too😍!!

My favorite are the 3 kittens as of May 2025. They're the household appliance litter😂!! One is named Microwave, one is named Toaster, and the only Male in that group is named Stove🤣!! There are more kittens, but I didn't really bond with them, as they were getting some eye treatments done at the time👀.

Anyway, that place is filled with furry cuties wanting to be pet and loved🥰!! Kiddos are also allowed near the cats with adult supervision☺️👍🏻✨.

I can't remember if I mentioned that you can also go on their website and buy the $45 per month discount for unlimited time with the cattos, which is a far better deal than I was doing😅!! But I've been busy setting up for my vacation... So I couldn't dedicate a whole month of loving the kitties😭!!! Fork busy schedules that take me away from such prescious beings🥹!!

Heyah👋🏻😄!!

I'm headed to Lake Havasu soon, and I know nothing about that place other than my cousins live there🏡. And I guess I also know that there isn't an airport there🛬.

If there's anyone who's been there or lives their, could you send some recommendations on what to do there please🙇🏻‍♀️✨!!

And yes... I'm aware that I could ask my family, but they be busy people too, and I figured that if you had time to read this whole thing, then maybe you had a tiny bit of your time to share your thoughts and opinions on the place I mentioned😊🙏🏻✨?

Eat good food and drink lots of water guys😋👍🏻!!

Heyah👋🏻😄!!

I'm a short girly, and I was wondering if being short is a good thing when choosing a person to date🤔? I'm also 24, and I worry that my 4 foot 11 inch tall frame might make dudes think of me as a child🫠? I get the "you're super cute" instead of "you're super pretty/s*xy" sorta thing.

Also, because I'm super short my body proportions might seem a bit odd, as I have a size H bust... And that has confused a few of my male and female friends, cause I look like one of those anime characters who's child-like but has an "unrealistic" chest size🥴. They're real by the way, and I've always wanted size C or D, but..... Money😭💸!!

So, I'm asking the public... Anonymously, if my short stature, and front watermelons would turn people off🫠?

im tired of this life now, i can’t take it anymore

Currently 7:20 pm. Trying to study for test tomorrow and pretend i'm not absolutely terrified and completly overwhelmed by everything i need to and alle the deadlines i need to follow. I have a test practically every day. Not great. I'm tired, i'm burnt out and demotivated and Just the thought of what i have to do and study makes me wanna throw up. I've been trying to fix things recently. But i messed up the last few days. Felt horrible. Got anxious and procrastinated. Tbh i've been feeling like this for a while. 2 years and something i think. It's annoying. I Just feel so tired and everything feels like too much even things i used to like, like hobbies, drawing, movies or even basic things. Like just cleaning or cooking or eating. And while i do try to fix things It Just doesn't work. I always mess up and go back to the start point or even worse. Idk why. Maybe i'm just stupid. But i'm so tired and i feel like such a failure. Everyone else does this just fine. They're improving and getting Better and better. Why am i struggling? I just keep getting worse. Sometimes i just wanna sleep and hide and forget about It. But most nights i can't even sleep because i just feel so horrible. Today i didn't go to school because i didn't sleep almost at all last night, i felt miserable and the thought of going made wanna throw up. And my friend said She over heard some of our classmates talk bad about me behind my back. Honestly sometimes i fell like i deserve It, them being mean and other bad things happening. Cause they are amazing and beautiful and smart and i just feel like a horrible person messing up everything over and over again. I'm so tired.

hello you can adress me as LLWS i have a crush on a girl as a girl and my parents dont know well they are not really my parents ust my grandma who has taken care of me since birth because my parents dont care about me but the girl i like is my best friend ut she is dating my other best friend but ive liked her since 5th grade and the girl shes dating ust came this year and they keep leaving me out and so does my friend group and my parents never see me i dont even know what my mom or dad looks like and it really hurts that they dont care and suddenly all my friends are starting to turn against me and we are about to be in high school and im scared that they are going to leave me and i dont know what to do

So, I'm currently in a long distance relationship since several years, and I'm also very happy with my partner. Aside from occasional small conflicts, which I imagine are part of any relationship, there aren't any things that make me unhappy. I love him and we have a very good chemistry, we talk transparently about any issue that comes up, and i can imagine staying with him in the long term. Overall I'd say I'm the happiest I have ever been in a relationship.

Although recently I got a message from my ex-girlfriend after 7 years of silence, which also happens to be my first partner ever, but our past is a bit more complicated. For context, we were an on-off couple, which honestly was because she broke up with me every time she found an issue in our relationship. And I absolutely see that those issues were caused on both sides. Both of us were immature at that time, since we were 17 and 19 when we got together, and with my knowledge from today this was probably her way of coping with problems, removing them from her life or running away instead of facing them. There also was family drama and mental health problems she was struggling with, which made it even harder to talk about issues with her. At some point we had a bigger argument and she blocked me and cut all ties for good, that's when the 7 year gap happened.

So much for the negatives, but we also had a lot of similarities in our personality and interests. I could talk with her like I could with no one else back then, and it often felt like the cliche of "having found a soulmate". I can't say if that was just the experience of being in love for the first time or not, and I certainly don't want to make comparisons with my new partner, since there has been too much time, changes of circumstances and personal development happening in between those two relationships.

So when she reached out to me I was very surprised at first, because I thought I would never hear from her again, and I also was fine with that. She basically said she wanted to find closure, apologized about her mistakes and behavior, and we had a bit of small-talk about our work and stuff. At first I thought "okay, I don't care about this person anymore, I'll accept her apology because I have good faith in everyone and I'm glad she reflected on her personality, so she deserves getting the closure she wants".

However I start to feel more and more unsure about my actual feelings. It's not that I feel in love, but there seems to be this kind of "fascination" (idk how else to put it) when seeing pictures of her, like seeing an old friend and wondering what they have been up to for the last 7 years, and you just want to hang out with them to hear all their stories. The things is that I had those same feelings of fascination when meeting her for the first time, and it's what later then turned into us being together.

This is on my mind all the time ever since we talked again, I'm having fantasies of meeting her again to catch up, and I can't tell if it's because I'm still processing it, or if it's because there might actually be feelings developing again. I'm also really happy for her to have made that step of reflecting on her mistakes, which is why just blocking her and moving on would kind of feel unfair towards her.

This is where things get a bit complicated. My current partner has insecurities when it comes to "being replaced", which I fully get and respect. He also knows we talked and didn't feel great about it, he says he respects my decisions but also made it clear that he feels uneasy with me talking to this person. For this reason I don't consider meeting up with her, or even continuing the conversation. I don't want to do anything that makes my partner feel bad or insecure.

However, I'm also a bit afraid that I might just have suppressed my feelings for her during the pause we had, and by her reaching out these feelings got unlocked again, and that's the reason I'm currently feeling those emotions I'm unsure about. It could also be that I simply feel memories of the feelings I had back then, and perhaps these memories will fade during the next weeks. My current partner doesn't know about these conflicted feelings I have, because I don't want to make him worried or even more insecure, but he knows that she reached out to me and we briefly talked.

So I know the logical solution to this would be "forget her and move on, you're happy with your current partner" or "find out which one you want to be with", but at this point I simply can't tell what those emotions are I have towards her. Friendship? Memories? Suppressed love? I simply don't know what I'm feeling, or how I should react in this situation. How do I find out what I'm actually feeling, and depending on what the result of that is, what is the "right" way to carry on? Maybe some of you have experienced something similar, or you just have an advice for me? Any comment is appreciated :)

i have a friend, well, i guess you could say he used to be a friend, but he's been tangled up in this whirlwind of drug and alcohol issues for years now, and it’s just so hard to watch. he’s 36, but honestly, it feels like he’s aging in dog years, you know? every time we meet, i see this shell of the guy who used to joke around and have these wild ideas about starting a band or traveling the world, but now he just shows up looking disheveled, like life is just pulling him down deeper and deeper. i remember last summer when we had coffee, he told me, “man, i’m trying to get clean,” but here we are, almost a year later, and he’s still in the same spot, bouncing between rehab facilities and temporary solutions that don’t really address the underlying problems. My neighbors probably think i’m his babysitter! there’s been several times i’ve tried to stage an intervention, but he just brushes it off, saying stuff like, “i’ve got this!” or “don’t worry, i’ll be fine!” but the look in his eyes screams otherwise. it’s like watching someone play with fire and pretending they’re not going to get burned. i know people say, “you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to help themselves,” but then what am i supposed to do? just stand back and watch? it feels so helpless when you see someone you care about slip away and you know the darkness is stronger than their willpower. sometimes, i wonder if i’m enabling him without even realizing it.

do you guys think that could be the case? i mean, when i look back, i’ve offered a place to crash, bought groceries when he was broke, even covered his bills here and there. should i just cut him off completely? it’s a tough call! one minute, i think, “okay, i’m really helping him,” and the next, i’m going, “no, this is not healthy!” i read somewhere that addiction is a disease, and while it’s hard to not take it personally, especially when he makes promises he can’t keep and then spirals back down, and i’m stuck over here being the ‘responsible one’ with my own life going just fine, then without my permission he drags me into his chaotic mess. i often find myself feeling resentful for the energy i’ve poured into this friendship, and then i feel guilty because i know he’s struggling. it’s like being caught in a paradox: wanting to help but also needing to protect my peace of mind! has anyone else dealt with this kind of friendship? it’s exhausting! some days i wish i could just mute the chaos, you know? then again, seeing him on good days gives me this flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he’ll find a way out of this spiral. but those days are few and far between, often overshadowed by despair and anger.

every time i see him pick up a drink or light a joint, i just want to scream! like, can’t he see where this leads? it’s frustrating to see someone throw away their potential for a high that never lasts! i don’t want to be the one who walks away when things get tough, but how long can you support someone who continues to hit ‘restart’ on their life? does loyalty have a statute of limitations? one of my buddies said, “love them from a distance,” which kind of stuck with me because it feels like the right balance – keep your distance but don’t stop caring. but it’s so difficult! that wavering line between support and detachment is a tricky one to walk. every time i hear his phone ring, my stomach drops, wondering if it’s news of an overdose or something equally heartbreaking. and who am i to judge? it feels so unethical to condemn someone for their struggles, yet living in this state of constant worry is exhausting. do you think i’m overreacting? because honestly, at this point, it’s starting to feel like his addiction is my addiction. anyway, he was supposed to come over last weekend, but he canceled last minute, as usual, claiming he was “too busy.” but deep down, i know it’s just another excuse. how much longer can i sit on the sidelines before he pulls me under, too? maybe i'm just thinking too much about it? but, am i really?

Every day feels like an uphill battle!!! I’m 37, a housewife, and I manage everything in my household while trying to raise my two kids who are always bursting with energy. Some days, I just want to feel like a normal person again! But with the chaos of toys scattered everywhere, laundry piling up, and meal prep seeming like a never-ending chore, I find myself overwhelmed!!! Can anyone relate?!!! It’s easy to lose sight of my own needs when everyone else’s come first!!! Yet, here I am, crying for what feels like no reason at all. What is wrong with me?!!! I shouldn’t be crying, should I?!!! 🤷‍♀️

It’s not like I don’t love my kids!! I adore them, truly!!! But sometimes, I wonder if I’m going to lose my mind with the constant demands on my time and energy!!! I juggle their needs, their homework, their tantrums, and honestly, some days, I don’t know how to even put a smile on my face!!! Why do I feel so lost?!!! I’m always putting out fires and STRESSING!!! 😩 Maybe it’s the isolation of being a stay-at-home mom?! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I cherish the time I spend with my kids!!! But it can be so lonely without adult conversations!!! Does anyone else just feel like they need a break from the relentless cycle of parenting?!!!

Yet, I know this period is temporary!!! Somewhere deep down, I find hope!!! I think about how one day, my kids will grow up and maybe I’ll reclaim my freedom?! I constantly remind myself to appreciate the little moments that bring joy, the laughter that fills the air when we play or even those cozy movie nights! 🎥✨ I try to embrace the chaos, even when I feel like crying. It’s alright to cry sometimes, right?!!! It’s just one of those days!!! So, here’s to tomorrow!!! 💪 Let’s keep moving forward and cherish every precious moment!!!

sometimes I seriously wonder if I’m the only one who dreads traveling with my family. like, don’t get me wrong, I love my husband and our three kids, but holy crap, the anxiety that comes with planning these long-distance trips is unreal. my husband, bless his soul, is all about hitting the road—“Let’s go explore the world!” he says, with that unrealistic enthusiasm that makes me want to roll my eyes. I get it; I really do. But the logistical nightmare that revolves around it? It's like I'm drowning in a sea of suitcases, snacks, and “Are we there yet?” coming from the back seat.

don’t even get me started on the packing. like, how do you even begin to decide what to take? I’ll have a mini panic attack just looking at the clothing options for a week-long trip. I mean, why are there so many categories of “travel wear”? Casual, active, beach, smart casual? At this point, I feel like I need a full-on schematic to figure out what my kids will need for a simple road trip. And of course, let’s not forget the inevitable last-minute chaos where I find half the kids' belongings scattered throughout the house, from their favorite toys to those socks that my daughter claims are “magically lost.” who has the time?

and it’s not just about the packing. there’s this overwhelming fear of the actual travel day. what if the car breaks down? what if the kids start fighting in the back seat? or worse, what if we stop at some terrible roadside diner? it’s like a mental game of “What could go wrong?” and I always manage to come up with the most outrageous scenarios. I mean, am I alone in thinking that travel is just a perfect storm of potential disasters? one minute you're excited about visiting the Grand Canyon, and the next you're dealing with a flat tire, three kids screaming for snacks, and a husband who's somehow oblivious to all the chaos around him. "It's an adventure!" he says, while I'm plotting my escape route home.

despite all the stress, I do think there's a silver lining in this craziness. maybe it’s the collective eye rolls or the sighs of exasperation that bring our family together in the end. those moments where we can bond over shared calamity and laugh about the flat tire that turned into a spontaneous picnic—who knew getting stranded could lead to such memorable family moments? and you know what? it might be chaos, but it's our chaos, right? there’s something unbelievably beautiful about navigating the mess of a family trip, knowing it’ll lead to stories that we’ll be telling for years to come. "Remember that time Mom lost her mind because Dad wanted to stop for coffee?" Yeah, I have a feeling that’ll be a classic.

so as much as I might dread packing our bags and enduring travel day madness, I hold on to the hope that maybe, just maybe, once we pull away from our driveway, all the stress will fade away. it’s a journey not just on the road, but also through our family’s antics. that little flicker of positivity keeps me going when my anxiety threatens to overtake the excitement I should feel. if you relate to any of this—seriously, let me know! are we all just a bunch of travel-anxious parents trying to survive family road trips, or is there a secret group out there that has figured this out? I need some tips, people!!!

i don’t know how to explain it properly, but every damn time i look at him, i feel like he’s gonna disappear. it’s like this weird heavy pressure on my chest, like something terrible is just waiting to happen. i hate it. we’ll be laughing about something stupid, some meme or a tiktok or something dumb like “is water wet?”, and then outta nowhere, my brain just goes, “hey, what if this is the last time?” and then boom—panic, dread, all of it. it’s exhausting. i’m not even sure why i’m like this. maybe i’m broken or something. or maybe people just lie when they say love is supposed to feel safe and secure and all that fairytale bullshit. because i don’t feel safe. i feel like i’m standing in a storm, waiting for lightning to strike, and he’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

we’ve been together for a year and some months. nothing dramatic happened between us—no cheating, no weird secrets, no weird family drama, nothing that screams red flag. so why do i constantly feel like i’m about to lose him? like, genuinely lose him. not just he-breaks-up-with-me lose him, but more like car-crash, random-heart-attack, someone-else-steals-him kind of lose him. yeah, i know that sounds obsessive. i get it. i’m not proud of it. but it’s the truth, and i’m not about to sugarcoat my own thoughts just to seem normal or balanced or whatever people call it these days. i hear the lyrics in “like i’m gonna lose you” by meghan trainor and john legend and my whole soul goes “yup, that’s it.” because that’s how i act, that’s how i kiss him, how i say goodbye, even just for a few hours. i kiss him like he won’t come back. pathetic, right?

sometimes i think i’m preparing myself for the worst just so i won’t be as destroyed when it finally happens. but that’s dumb too. because no amount of mental prep is gonna make it easier if something bad actually goes down. and the worst part? he doesn’t even know i think like this. he probably assumes i’m just clingy or overly affectionate or weird about texting back fast. he doesn’t know that i stare at his face sometimes, just to memorize the little lines around his mouth, the way his eyes crinkle when he’s amused, or the scar above his left eyebrow from falling off a bike when he was ten. he doesn’t know that i count every goodbye like it’s possibly the last. he doesn’t know that when he’s late texting me back, i’m already visualizing horrible things. it’s not his fault though. it’s me. it’s my brain, my trauma maybe, or my lack of therapy. hell if i know. i’m not gonna sit here and analyze myself like some armchair psychologist on reddit;

but what really drives me crazy is how no one talks about this. no one warns you that being in love can feel like a death sentence. like you’ve signed up for guaranteed heartbreak, just not sure when it’s gonna arrive. everyone posts pictures of their boyfriends with captions like “my forever” and “so lucky to have you,” but no one says “i love you so much it terrifies me” or “every moment with you feels like a countdown.” maybe that’s just me being unstable or overthinking. but also maybe everyone else is just faking the peace. because if love is really supposed to be this calm, peaceful, secure feeling, then why do i feel like i’m constantly tiptoeing on a cliff’s edge? why do i feel like loving him is a ticking bomb and i’m the only one hearing it?

i wish i could chill. i wish i could be the laid-back girlfriend who trusts the universe and doesn’t spiral over every random silence or late reply. i wish i could hold him without that awful little whisper in my head saying “this could be it.” but no matter what, that thought just stays. maybe i’m wired wrong. maybe something in me is broken from people who left too soon or from being disappointed one too many times. i’m tired of acting like everything’s fine. like i’m not spiraling. because every time he smiles at me, every time he says he loves me, i smile back and say “i love you too,” and what i really mean is “please don’t leave. please don’t die. please don’t change your mind.” and that’s so messed up. i know it. but i also know i’m not the only one. i can’t be.

so, i just started this new job, right? i’m 26, a guy, and was pretty excited at first because i thought it would be a cool opportunity. they talk about "synergy" and "dynamic team environments" and stuff, but honestly, it's just not my vibe. 😩 the onboarding process was like a total brain freeze, like, who thought making me watch 10 hours of training videos was a good idea? 🙄 and the people? well, they seem nice enough but have this weird corporate speak that makes me feel like i’m in a 90s sitcom—everyone is pretending to love their jobs. i mean, why do we have to "circle back" on every little thing? like, can’t we just have a convo without all the jargon? for real, if i hear the term "low-hanging fruit" one more time, i’m gonna lose it. and don’t even get me started on the break room; have you ever seen someone make coffee so tragically bad? it’s like they’re trying to punish us! and then there’s the daily stand-up meetings where we go around and share our "wins" and "challenges" like it’s some motivational seminar or something; i’m just sitting there thinking about how i haven’t even figured out the office printer yet. honestly, it makes me question everything—like, is this what adulting is all about? the projects are monotonous and all they do is pile on the work; at this point, i’m wondering if i should just ghost them and disappear like i was never there. but part of me is like, "what if this is just the phase every job goes through and it gets better?" but does it ever really get better? like, do you all just put up with this stuff or what? should i stick it out a few more weeks? people say it's always tough at the beginning, and i really don’t wanna be the guy that quits on the first round; but then again, my mental health is kinda crucial too. the last thing i want is to end up dreading my mornings and counting the hours till freedom while sitting at my desk like a zombie. does anyone else feel like they’re just running in circles at work? sometimes it just feels like a game and not a very fun one. so, if quitting is on the table, how do you even do that gracefully? i’ve heard horror stories about people just walking out and burning bridges, but i genuinely don’t want to end up being that guy who storms out while flipping off the boss; i just think about long-term consequences, like networking—am i ruining future opportunities? and that’s not my goal at all. during these days, it seems like if you don’t play the game, you’re out. 😬

i guess the conundrum is whether i really want to be part of this ecosystem or if it's just my fear of change and the unknown creeping in. what’s the line between making it work and recognizing when something is just not right for me? i mean, should i really just stick it out to prove a point? they say perseverance is key, but then again, there’s a limit to how much tolerating nonsense one can do. it feels like i’m sitting at this crossroads every single day, stuck in a loop where my brain tells me to adapt and my gut screams to run; i feel like i need a sign or at least a coffee that doesn’t taste like burnt rubber. there’s too much pressure already; we’re already competing with 1000 emails and trying to keep up with KPIs, and why do we even need to quantify every little success? can’t i just do my job without feeling like i need to report every minor achievement? and then it dawns on me, is quitting really an option? i’ve put in minimal emotional investment; what’s the worst that could happen if i just bagged it early? my job satisfaction score is at an all-time low of about one out of five stars and the thought of another day in this mind-numbing cycle is simply tragic; does anyone have any advice? 👀

I have undianosed dyscalculia, and it really just overall sucks a lot. I take a lot longer to get things done in math class, and I've even gone to dislike games that everyone considers fun because I can never contribute as well as my teammates. Ever since I was about six I've kind of known that something was wrong, but every time my parents tried convincing me that I was good at math and just talking down on myself, even though I could hardly understand the concepts. it just kept getting worse as time went on, though, and now I have no idea how to bring something like that up. My math teacher has expectations for where the class should be, and I'm not there at all, if it weren't for two other people in the class then we would have way harder lessons. I've had a friend call me stupid (in a friendly joking kind of way, not at all knowing about any of this because we always joke about me being terrible at math), and even though it used to be a joke now it just hurts. I'm scared for next year because I know it's just going to get harder, and I don't think my parents are going to help get me diagnosed because they genuinely belive theres nothing wrong (I've had to have a doctor tell them I had anxiety way higher than people my age for them to belive me, which makes me think they don't trust me or just listen to me).

It's gotten to the point where I genuinely feel really dumb and stupid, even though I know I can't really help it. it also doesn't help that everything just slips out of my head, so if I do ever figure something out I can never remember and have to start all over.