Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 79

This morning I remember I got a small nosebleed and had some blood on my hands, and I'm used to nosebleeds so it's not a big deal. It ended as I got to morning holding (that's when everyone who didn't go to breakfast sit in the gym and wait to go to class) and my friend Emma was like "Did you get a nosebleed?" And I was like "yeah" so she handed me some tissues.

Then my memory skips to me talking to my friend next to me, the blood on my hand is mostly gone, and I can sense that people are upset with me, but I have no idea what I said now. I don't remember saying anything, or even looking at the person who seemed most upset with me. I just asked him, and he said I called him an asshole for trying to help him, and then when he asked what he did I said "Oh yeah what'd YOU do..." BUT I DONT REMEMBER ANY OF IT. Now he won't talk to me (even more so than usual, he's been ignoring me lately) and I'm genuinely scared at why this memory gaps happened. It's happened before, but usually I remember something, like a person's face, or what happened to make me say something, nut I don't remember. It's like my memory was wiped clean of that exact moment and I have no idea why.

So I was at school today, and there is this one guy named Sebastien— the school bully who bullies girls, tugs their hairs and you know the rest. He forced Maverick to give him the orange juice Maverick was drinking himself, and he got really mad, and didn’t want to give the juice to Sebastien. So what he did was, he went to the washroom, poured the juice out and replaced it with tap water, then he added some crushed Doritos inside and dipped a yellow highlighter in the tap water. And ON THE NEXT DAY SEBASTIEN DRANK THE SOLUTION like bro’s crazy

Maverick prepared crushed crayons to put in someone’s drink as well— someone who he didn’t like as a backup plan. No one had the urge to snitch, and things are getting scarier😭

It's currently 7:35 and today i have not 1 but 2 important tests. And i've spent the last 2 days frying my brain trying to study, and kinda failed miserably. For one i'm kinda ok-ish? For the other i'm honestly doomed.

So i'm gonna have to study some more in the hours before because Yesterday i couldn't go on, my brain literally mush. Worse yet? Tomorrow i have 2 more tests that i have to study for this afternoon. This period has been really hard for me cause i'm badly burnt out and really tired and my grades now are kinda bad. I feel like an idiot cause i never had this many problems in school but also i just want to get passing grades and just end this period or this year entirely. I'm so so tired.

Hope you have a nice day stranger ❤️

I'm in culinary school.

First semester still, but already sidelined during group projects because my inability to catch-up or get along with my classmates. We're girls in dorms. Call me a pick-me, but the boys are easier to deal with because a) I don't live with them and b) they actually do kinda listen more? I guess that's just the perk of pretty much having the same personality as some of them. I wouldn't say this is strictly a girl issue - but my GOD, do they get rowdy at night (the girls) and I'm suffering from lack of sleep. Should I even be telling them to quit, because it should be common sense not to cackle and disturb others at night? I live in one room with only one roommate. I've had psychotic episodes and I've had to pull out of class early today because they were making offhanded comments about me, which I get that they make about each other - but I'm not okay with it.

Imagine having to live with this for pretty much all semester, it just gets worse because they just swipe by the boundaries. And being hyper-sensitive to change of atmosphere and situation due to trauma, it makes me feel even more stressed and alone and I was seriously considering SUICIDE and self-harm. I feel like due to my anger, I view it as the best "TAKE THAT" option. See how much I hated them and how much they were the cause of my stress that I'd kill myself because of them. Let the memory of my bloodied body haunt them forever.

I don't wanna hurt anyone. I don't wanna be an inconvenience. My brain hurts. I don't think I can keep going.

Hubby and I have five kiddos, one a newborn and others under 9. We met up with family for school holidays. Idk if it’s the change of scenery, the hype of seeing family since before Christmas, or the change of routine but the four kids are just hyper and a bit more disobedient. We have a good handle on them but it’s taking a few extra tries to get them in line. Anyways, after a few days of this and the activities with family, I’m getting embarrassed by the kids’ behaviour and I’m just physically wiped. I’m gonna need a vacation from this vacation. I feel like the family is getting a bit annoyed too and idk what else to do or say aside from “sorry about that”. They are obviously forgiving but there is no further encouragement from them. I’m not expecting a whole support group. I’m simply venting here. I hate that my kids are acting up and I hate that I’m embarrassed by their behaviour instead of just loving them and continue loving and disciplining them and staying consistent. I hate that I’m not gracious or graceful. I cried yesterday out of frustration. I just want them to be easy going and respectful so a cousin or aunt can take them for a bit and hubby and I can actually enjoy a sliver of this vacation too (or at least nap!!!). We are literally just parenting in another city and the kids are harder than usual. I’m just so upset and venting. I know things will get better. Just had to get it out! Thanks.

Some mornings I just sit at the edge of the bed and stare at the wall, not even sure why I’m getting up again. I’m 32 years old, got 3 kids who depend on me, a husband who doesn’t see me anymore, and a life that feels like it’s already over even though I’m still breathing. Everything feels like a loop—make breakfast, clean up, laundry, grocery shopping, break up the kids’ fights, smile when I don’t mean it, pretend like I care when inside I’m screaming. I used to have dreams, I used to want more. I can’t even remember what those dreams were anymore. Somewhere between baby bottles and birthday parties, I lost me. My husband comes home, says "how was your day" with no real interest, stares at his phone, and falls asleep before I even finish my sentence. We don’t fight. We don’t talk either. It’s like we’re roommates that share responsibilities but not hearts. I don’t love him. I don’t even like him half the time. But I stay. For the kids, for the house, for the fear of what happens if I leave and fail. But deep down, I don’t even know what success would look like anymore. It’s like I’m living a life someone else chose for me, and I got stuck in it like mud.

I see people my age on social media living lives that look full. Traveling, working jobs they care about, falling in love, starting fresh. And I’m just here, stuck in a cycle that’s got no meaning left. I feel guilty even saying it out loud—because I have things. A house, healthy kids, food on the table. But I don’t have joy. I don’t have connection. I don’t have me. And that emptiness… it’s suffocating. I feel like I’m running on fumes, always pretending everything’s fine when nothing is. Sometimes I wonder, if I vanished, would anything change? Would they miss me or just miss the things I do? I don’t cry anymore, even when I want to. I just go numb. Day after day after day. I’ve tried to talk to people about it, but they always say, “You just need a break” or “It’s just a phase.” But what if it’s not a phase? What if this is it? What if life is just this endless line of chores and fake smiles and empty kisses from someone who doesn’t know the woman next to him is dying inside? I’m so tired. I’m tired of carrying it all. And worst of all, I’m tired of hoping something will change. Because it never does.

I need a man who see me for me

I need a man who respects and values me

a man who has seen my worth

I am not willing to offer what I have unless I see if he is worth my time or even to be part of my overthinking brain

I don’t have the time nor energy for another time waste shitty moment, is this what relationships are in this generation now?

when they have the time or boredom hits, they just come to you and have the audacity to be like , “oh wait, lemme just play with her feelings”

do people just face time you out of nowhere, fall asleep in the call and make you feel like your presence bring comfort one day and make you feel like a worthless piece of shit the other day or maybe I am just overthinking.

Happy birthday to me I guess🎊🥳🎉!! April 9th😃🙏🏻✨!! Spending my birthday with family in Vegas. Then headed back to California to celebrate with my bestie in May🤩!! Super excited!!! I look forward to seeing my bestie😄!! I haven't seen her in months since I moved🫠. The Cali beach is calling me🏖️!! Many people I've heard don't think California is fun... I don't understand that, but maybe I'm just easy to please... To a certain extent😅. I'm easy to please when it comes to activities... But I'm a picky humor person or a picky eater, etc... so, again, certain things are easy for me to enjoy.

Anyways, I wish my mom was with me, but she passed away in October of 2024, so this is the 1st birthday I'm having without my mom😭. Definitely trying to have a positive day though😋👍🏻! Eating good food, drinking lots of water and Propel, and it's good to get money usually💸💰🤑!! But either way, I know I'm one of the lucky ones and I'm not denying that🙂. I hope everyone else has a wonderful day, and I'll try to do the same🙃.

idk why but my friend is being rlly distant fsr

I only started noticing when my other friend brought it up

me and him used to be best friends but now its like we dont know eachother anymore

all of this has honestly given new meaning to "Somebody That I Used To Know"

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.

(song: Safe & Sound by Taylore Swift, it's the only song i like by her, go listen to it if you need comfort :3)

ever since 2025 school year started ive just been at the lowest point of my entire life, with the accumulations of series of events. i dont have anywhere that i belong unlike my peer with different commitments, positions and etc. it doesnt help that i have no talent whatsoever, i dont excel in any aspect of life as well. i just feel like a good for nothing person thats just simply alive, i do have the best and most amazing people around me but I just can't help but feel extremely lonely at times. i used to have a commited club but after a series of betrayal and backstabbing ive basically just got ridiculed out of the club for just trying to do my best to work with the others. Just the past week I got accused of being a bully whilst ive always just minded my own business and never cared about the way others are because i know im not one to even comment on them. I've always tried to avoid trouble, tried to avoid conflict, tried to just be the nicest version of myself to others but why does this stuff keep happening to me? why do i constantly get painted as a villain when I really just want to find my own peace? I really just want to find myself again and feel happy without any lingering concerns or conflicts for once, at this point i really just want to get out of highschool and start over with my life again, even better without being in the same school as the people that hated me for idk what reason. i hope i can hang on as its just 6 months away? from grad i really cannot wait but ill miss my friends fr :(

Y’all I know this is a common problem, and maybe I’m just another sufferer

My wife has been cheating on me— that’s what my child says. She’s just 7 years old— an age where she shall burst with creativity, she could possibly be lying— right? That’s what I thought last week, but was proven to be true today. Indeed that intelligent 7 year old’s words were right

I feel bad for her, how come she knows what cheating is at that young age?

My wife cheated, I don’t really care

My daughter has been going through more than I expected her to ever come across, and I never realised. How do I cheer her up now?

I hate my friendgroup. I'm talking to one friend, ok, and we're just chilling. Then one of my other friends come over and it's like I don't even exist anymore. Some are worse than others (Friend list follows: A, B, M, T, H, J, A2), like B will comepletely ignore me and then start yapping with H and T like nothing happened, and J and A are better, although once they start talking about Genshin Impact I'm gone in the background again. A2 is the only friend I have that doesn't make me feel invisible, and I cherish her for that. Right now I'm sitting in Band Class and T and B (the only friends I have in band) are sitting halfway across the room, talking to each other. They haven't glanced my way once, and only T has spoken to me and it was only briefly until she saw B sitting over there and moved to talk to him. I just hate being invisible. Why is it ME who has to be invisible? like, me and B used to be best friends. What in the world happened? Was it The Great Split, as I've taken to calling it? (that was when our friendgroup split into two parts, I've talked about the split on here before, it's not exactly a new thing.) B, T, and H are all on the same half... is that why they won't talk to me? But they still talk to the rest of our half, I see them talking with A, J, and M all the time. So what is it with me that I'm just invisible to them? and it's not just them, I'm invisible to my own half as well. I talk with A and J and M a lot more than I talk with the other three, but I'm kind of invisible to M a lot, and as I said before, once A and J bring up Genshin Impact there's no point in trying to be visible anymore. And not to mention the fact that I sometimes third wheel A and M. (they're dating.) I cherish all my friendships, but it seems like a lot of them are ending and there's nothing I can do about it except just watch as everything crumbles and dies. I'm forever alone, except when A2 is there. She's awesome. But I swear I can't anymore with this friendgroup. My legs are covered in fresh scars, because at night I can't see the light at the end of this ridiculously long tunnel. My story may come to an end sooner than I'd like to admit. All I want right now is someone's loving arms around me, telling me that things will be ok, that things will go back to the way they used to be, that I'll never be invisible again, that time is going to rewind to the good old days when nobody was invisible and nobody was depressed and everybody was heard and loved and supported but I don't have that person telling me all those things so nothing will be ok nothing at all and I just can't take anymore my story needs to end and when it does everyone will go back and read it and say "good riddance, that story was horrible" and they won't miss me and I can tell they're all waiting to see the end and I just can't do this anymore and if I can't end my story I'll continue it somewhere that isn't SC.

So I've had problems with SH in the past. It's gotten really bad now, and it's all on my legs so it's easier to hide from my parents. My mom thought she took all the sharp objects out of my room, but, well... my pencil sharpener. I took the blade out. I started feeling ashamed of who I am, so I might've written a couple things with the blade (I wrote "Kpop," "LGBTQ," and a therian symbol) then put an X through them. And on the other leg... I wrote smt I don't want to share. One of the things is still bleeding and I couldn't find a bandaid big enough to cover it so I used toilet paper and fucking packing tape to cover it and make a makeshift bandage.

I’ve always been the type to keep my head down and focus on my goals. I’m 21, in my third year of engineering school, and everything I do, every choice I make, is with my future in mind. I’ve sacrificed a lot to get here—late nights, weekends, even my social life. So when I met her, I thought maybe I finally found someone who could make all this stress a little easier to carry. She was fun, spontaneous, full of energy. The opposite of me in a lot of ways, but I liked that. She made me laugh, pulled me out of my shell, reminded me what it felt like to live a little. At first, it was amazing. I felt like we balanced each other out. I’d be buried in assignments, and she’d bring over takeout and just chill with me, no pressure. But things started shifting. The parties became constant. The calls stopped. The texts were shorter. And eventually, the rumors started.

At first I didn’t believe them. I didn’t want to. People talk, right? Especially in college. I told myself they were just jealous, or didn’t know what they were talking about. But then I started noticing things—Snapchats from clubs she said she wasn’t going to, random guys commenting stuff that didn’t sit right, her suddenly not answering for hours when she used to be glued to her phone. And yeah, I finally asked. She denied it, of course. Said I was being paranoid, that I didn’t trust her. And I felt guilty for even bringing it up. But then I saw it with my own eyes. Twice. Two different guys. And still she acted like I was overreacting. "It didn’t mean anything," she said. "I was drunk, it was a mistake." But it wasn’t a mistake if it happened more than once. It wasn’t an accident. It was a choice. And I can’t lie—it broke something in me.

The thing is, I know I should leave. Everyone tells me to. My friends are fed up with watching me go through this cycle of betrayal and fake apologies. But I haven’t. Not yet. I wish I could explain why. Maybe it's because I'm scared to be alone. I spent so much time focused on school that she became my only real escape. My only comfort. And now, even with all the lies, part of me still wants her to care. Still wants her to be who she was at the beginning. I keep holding on to the memory of that girl, even though I know she’s not coming back. And it makes me feel weak, honestly. Like I’m not the guy I thought I was. I always prided myself on being strong, being focused, having self-respect. But here I am, stuck in this mess, not knowing how to let go of someone who clearly doesn't value me. I'm torn between not wanting to be alone and not being able to accept the idea of staying with someone who could hurt me like that. I don’t know how to fix it, or if I even should. All I know is I’m tired. Tired of pretending I’m fine. Tired of the lies. Tired of loving someone who doesn’t love me back the right way.