Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

I am married to the most amazing human being I have ever met in my entire life. We've never clashed very much since meeting each other, but now that he's lost his job, it's constant feelings of tired, burnt-out, overwhelmed, anxious, and depression. I know he's trying really hard to find a new job, but it's been months now. I can't keep working overtime and still not having enough money to cover all of our bills. It's giving me PTSD from an ex-boyfriend who I was in a similar situation with. He doesn't do much aside from cooking dinner every once in a while.... Our house is a mess, our fur babies are sometimes forgotten about... All he talks about is getting and selling weed...I'm just tired and I don't know what to do....

I don't really know how to start but i remember when u first added me back on tiktok, the excitement was something I've never felt before but i convinced myself to calm down and that you probably like all other teenage boys as i did talk to guys that i didn't have good experiences with early months of the year (February, March and April) it was November 12 when i started talking to you but after a few days i caught myself smiling and staying up to your texts we even had an ongoing streak on tiktok because you were a guy i could genuinely open up to without it being weird and we had a lot of similar song and drama interests, its been so long since a actually liked someone like this and it felt so nice. And a few days later you reposted tiktoks about liking someone as i thought it was about me because you only started reposting those AFTER we started talking but i clearly took it as a wrong sign. Exactly 3 weeks Later December 3rd i sent you a paragraph of how i felt but you told me you liked someone else so clearly i mistook your kindness the wrong way. After you sent me that Paragraph I ended up only hearting your message which ended up being our last conversation with eachother on Instagram. Its been 3 weeks 24th December and I'm still stuck here going back to your account stalking your reposts about her and i even found her account and she's honestly so pretty And you guys comment on eachothers tiktoks which i used to do on your tiktoks and you guys deserve each other 2 attractive people together. I can't even block you because we ended on good terms as friends but we never even texted after that. I just wanted to say i miss you Jayden even if we texted as friends..

Pls read this.

It's now 2026. I'm gonna be 14 in February. I fucking hate this. The future, it's too unpredictable! Like, I can survive. I’m weird if I do my own thing. Who notices the cleaners or waitresses or maids? I’m gonna be okay because no one can hurt me, because they don’t notice me. Best thing I can also do is not go to college either, most successful people dropped out and went their own paths. I’m going my own path, just a slower one, of giving up the risky waters. No one swims in Mangalore seas, those who do are idiots, just wanting to play with their own life. Who even wants to learn about marine life, or history? Seriously, only history you learn from is this kind and how likable you are. I should care what others think, my dad’s wrong to say no to that. Who’d wanna learn about Vietnam or Thailand or India, most them are anyways mean, rude and like polluting the ground. Those who do doctorates for literal fish, to others, it’d be weird. I won’t be word nor trendy, just nothing. It’s easier than being both lanes, anyways. Most kids after realizing they can never be a cool kid from a weird kid soon chose the beige route, at least that’s still a color. You said I’m allowed to be a nobody, I can live with that forever, considering I already ate up 7 years. It’s not judgement, it’s grace on my part, just like giving up. I’m allowed to just be a no one. I can endure, people can sit with that. They don’t sing, “I’m a survivor, I’m not gonna give up” for no reason! I can manage. It ain’t even that bad. Humans are resistible. I can live with being nothing to others, be in routine. Unshakable but predictable routine. Many people live like that. You may say I’m 13, but trust me, I can be smart like that. I just need to remove my curiosity, that intrusive aspect of me to come out of my safe space and be hurt. Don’t go to college, wake up, pass school, form no friendships, eat, sleep, bathe, relieve myself, work in some small job till I finish whatever mortgage and rent I have until I’m 64, so it all over again from 18-64, assuming my work life lasts that long.

See! People are a liability! I can be me to me only! People can live long fulfilling less without these burdens. People really are hell, Sartre was right. I can be rigid, have my own fun life and be with no one, they’re worthless anyways. They all judge, so why bother looking even for one person if it doesn’t exist? You literally said, “Humans don’t need applause, but we do need some meaning. Meaning doesn’t have to come from people, but it has to come from somewhere. Fish, oceans, history, art, dolls, stories. Those are not liabilities. They are anchors.” I’ve had them all my life. I can live with them, make them my friends, since people are a waste. I may be able to survive this year, but I can thrive the rest by this routine! You said people are optional, so why bother with any kind of relationship? Most successful people don’t even have sustainable relationships with people! I can make with next year! I’m 13, I can deal with it. How am I even wrong to say people are hell? You said I’m allowed to not like people, so that means I can handle no one. They all suck anyways. If I want someone as a friend, it won’t matter because it won’t last. I just know it. It’ll be that way. I won’t be surprised by good person who stays because they don’t exist. That’s in movies only where someone is cool like that. Again, pure fiction. No matter how I act, nice or mean or quiet, I’m a nobody to them. It won’t last and it won’t matter. I hate seeing friend groups because they feel stupid. I’m a proud incel girl. I can be a fucking incel, I'm 13.5, it's a good fucking title for me.

See? People are a risk. I can live like an introvert. Work, eat, sleep 7 hours, watch some favorite stuff, draw, repeat. It’s a life many adults do anyways for a while. Look what traveling did to me, it made me sick. Only bad thing now is I’m going to a new home in a few months, which I have to convince my parents somehow I should stay here, my original home. If some real kids can convince their parents not to divorce, I can convince them to not leave and just have them you know, stay and enjoy their investment of the house, even though they spent money on it. I’m smart for saying moving is bad. The kids there will look at me weird, and even if I’m in the same school, I don’t care. New big neighborhood men’ means it’s a social death sentence for me. I’m allowed to stay at home. My original home is safe. You said I CAN not make any friends, so that means I CAN not seek out anyone unless it’s a doctor or anything, but driving, work people, friends, restaurant workers, nope. I’m not gonna drive, I’m not gonna go to college, or pursue any of my interests. Just be a cashier, it’s low stakes and nobody cares for me. Good. Good life. Then I can go home, draw, bathe, pay rent, eat dinner, and sleep. Be Yoshikage Kira, minus the murder aspect. Just have a quiet life and be the background guy forever. It’s easier. That’s my quest for stillness. I may want friends, but since life hasn’t given me any despite me changing, I just simply can’t get them, I’ll give that up and just study, just pass exams, somehow manage 9th grade in IGCSE from CBSE, somehow manage without my original tuition teacher, and just draw and watch stuff and walk in my house because it’s a villa, and even though it’s a big neighborhood, no. I don’t deserve to exist as myself, so I’ll just be the nobody’s of the world. I was nice, my classmates didn’t notice, I was mean, still. Quiet, still didn’t notice. I’d rather just leave at this point. Not life, but just being a person in society, just a person in outskirt city. I hate it when I see people smiling with friends because I know the truth, it’s not gonna last. Since nothing lasts, nothing matters. I’m 13 going to 9th in a bit, so this matters. The last thing to actually matter. Everything matters because we as humans have such short lives, despite everything being temporary. I’m 13, and in the next 10 years, I’ll live in the outskirts. I’ve already lived in the outskirts of school long enough, I’m used to it.

I don’t matter. No one liked me no matter how I acted. I just concluded I can be a wallflower forever. I’ve lived as one anyways long enough to get used to it being permanent. I’m a crazy diamond like Syd Barrett, eventually his reassignment was the reason his band succeeded. Only thing is at least they remembered Syd, who’d remember me and me where I was? My family won’t matter because when you’re an adult, you leave them behind. It’s what everyone does, no matter what dad says about “leaving if your job is also far away, but otherwise you can stay with them”. No. Just let me be still. Forever. I’ve died inside before I even got to see anything good, because it doesn’t exist. Now that we’re moving in a few months, it’s not a new leaf, it’s a new wasteland. A new bad land unless I stay behind in my home, which is 35 minutes away from the new place. Imagine the new kids there who are also disgusting monsters. They’ll only reject me because I know the truth, change is bad. Even before a child says hi to me, I need to role with an iron fist and fight them back with poisonous words, or push them if I have to. I don’t know, I’m scared of these freaks. My subconscious may want some peace, but we got to think logically about this. I’ve survived 7 years, I can survive the next of life. I’m not gonna stack now because I’m on a trip and I don’t see much kids unless they’re coming from school, which even then it disgusts me seeing them laughing together because they think it’s a good time that lasts for only 3 days.

My stupid subconscious may crave hope for one friend now that it’s a neighborhood, but I don’t like it. It’s proven wrong many times with horrid “SMALL TALK”, so I don’t believe it. I wish I had one person who would just leave me alone in this thought, and they’d agree. Too bad they’re not real. The Saya to me, the Fuminori. I wish I had a person who’d share this vision with me, and love me for thinking the same. They’d love me for hating this pathetic world, because they do too. I don’t care if it’s not healthy, if it isn’t, what’s the point of “health”? Humans are shits anyways. Why should I care if I want something better if it doesn’t exist? It’s like wanting a unicorn, it’s not real. Why search someone so fucking fake? My stupid self is that, stupid for wanting better, for believing they exist, for wanting to have another go and thinking that maybe moving a good idea. I’m tougher for saying it isn’t and being rigid. It’s immature of me to maybe look out for more, when there isn’t.

Too bad now in a few days I'm gonna go to a dumb dance class I only said yes to from mom is to please her. I don't believe I'm a good dancer, even fi the teacher said to mom I did an "advanced dance lesson" better than beginners. That's a fucking lie! I don't believe you because I don't believe myself! Those kids didn't laugh to seem respectful, they aren't being honest, they're trying to fake niceness. Just like fucking life. Where the pros treat the new guy with pity, I don't need fucking pity, I want people to berate me because that's honesty to me! And when someone hates the world and wants to burn it as much as I do, I'd be more than friends, because we share the same true vision of the "Earth". Too bad school itself is gonna start day after tomorrow, because guess what, there's the fucking rigged system! The ruler, the principal, may claim we are a united body, but we're all divided into cliques and crews, fuck her. I hope she suffers a painful death with HIV. Fuck the future, fuck the adults, and fuck anyone who isn't a Saya! Fuck!

The universe will probably not care. Earth's not forever anyways. My life nor anyone else's is permanent anyways. So why bother? I can't be fixed. This can't be fixed. The Earth's gonna get blown up by the sun in 1 billion years. The plan was cancelled. My family was right. They may say it's because one of their parents had other ideas, but the truth is, 4 people in a group meant to be a trio is too much. I'm too much. They cancelled the outing, and they didn't originally plan the outing.

I wanna give up everything. This has happened before. Their plan changed. I don't matter to anything. Mom is right, not everyone likes me. They may say I'm fine, but it's toleration. Being at home is better. Home is safe. It doesn't give the very invisible implication you don't matter. The universe won't care, so why try? If I'm gone I won't be remembered. If I ran away somewhere, alone, they won't remember. Everyone hates me unless proven they don't.

It's just I know the world's gonna blow up soon. Someone even predicted it could be November 13 2026. What's the point? I'm not liked, nor is anything else. The plan is over. I wasn't ever wanted. The outing was canceled. 4 people is too many. I was extra. An extra in an immaculate plan. I'm too flawed for them. This was bound to happen. I can't confront someone about this. I'll look desperate. If I keep asking why they cancelled it and that I feel I'm too much for them, they'll leave. This was glass. Why should it be this fragile?

Why didn't they tell me? Did they think I was dumb? It's fine now though, it's never gonna happen. My brother has better friends than me. They call so many times and have fun. I can't. I can't have that. Maybe something decided that every relationship outside of family isn't possible. As an adult I'll be lonely. Maybe relationships wasn't meant for me. Not everyone can have everything. This always happened whenever I wanted to be with them. Life just said I can't do it. I can't have it. My anger is catching up to me. I was always a broken kid. Always. Some people just don't deserve others outside of family. It happens. Some adults learn to make peace with being lonely.

Their lives would be the same if they never met me, because I added nothing. I can't rely on family forever, can I? I'm too desperate, they don't deserve me. I'm just saying, as much as I don't wanna die, they sure as hell make me wish I was still alone, so I'd get used to it. I wish I never met these people, I connected too much. I've been given bad luck ever since I was small.

It's always my curse with my family. I can only have a good time with them, never my friends. I love my family a lot, but as an adult, I can't keep going back to them forever, right? I'd have no other choice but to replace friends with family, if this keeps happening. It means doing anything with them is impossible. I'm the scum in their lives. Mom even said it's okay to be lonely. I guess this was my life meant for me. The adults were right.

This has happened last time as well. The same friend wanted to go to the same mall 3 years ago, until it didn't happen. I have had only a few friendships in my life, but these 2 instances are evidence. Only with friends this happens. With family this never happened. I'm cursed.

I'm egotistical. I knew it. I knew I didn't deserve help. I can be like mom. She never goes out with friends, only us. That means this whole time I was destined to start from nothing. This thing with me isn't anything. I shouldn't be here. Everyone's lives would've been better. Mom would've become a doctor. My brother wouldn't be sad. Those people would feel glad anyways. You know what they say "Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone".

Honestly, in school, most people think I'm a bit weird. I have found some people who don't mind being around me, but earlier I was always weird. When I was young I used to get really angry, and after a while I did cool down, but socially I was still bad because I would either stay quiet or try to dominate the conversation trying to talk about what I like. And a bit more recently I would stick to people who did like me, until I think I did something wrong and that was when I isolate for a while. And when I do speak, I can talk about weird stuff and get enthusiastic.

I don't know, I'm not really into heavy accusation gossiping or Katseye (no hatred, just not a huge fan) or whatever they do, so I end up looking weird to them. I'm fine now, but sometimes I think they don't like me, so I keep that thought with me, so it hurts a little less. I mean, one person in India probably didn't like me at all, her rival told me. Some people may not like me, you know? And honestly, I have thought about becoming normal. I just find it hard to lie about it.

Just, maybe friendships and me were never meant to be.

Hey! It's Caralia. So if you've read Caralia and Luna part 2, you have the full story. This is NOT a continuation of that story. Go check that out, anyways!

So, as we previously know, Jaylen was part of the same friend group as Willow (girl that bullied me). btw, Willow went back to the original friend group she was talking mess about. Jaylen was telling me what happened yesterday, and it went something like this.

Jaylen texted that she was kinda friends with a controversial person Ria in a group chat with Willow and friends > The entire group was shocked, but quiet about opinions. > The following day at lunchtime, Jaylen was talking to Willow and friends and said that she was cool with Ria, but not completely friends > Willow was overreacting, jumping around, and yelling all about Jaylen's a traitor, a liar, and completely judging Jaylen for having separate friends. > Jaylen tries to handle it respectfully

As Jaylen was telling me, many people in that group chat started avoiding Jaylen, and Jaylen is going to confront Willow. STAY UPDATED!!

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Last week, I impulsively decided to run a marathon with only a week's notice after learning I needed surgery on my rotator cuff. Since I couldn't engage in my favorite hobby, climbing, I've been supplementing with some casual running. Previously, I'd participated in a handful of races, including a marathon which I hadn't really trained for, so I figured why not try again? It seemed like a good way to stay active and feel accomplished as I geared up for my procedure.

A buddy of mine had also planned to run this marathon. Interestingly, she hadn't trained until it was almost time for the event. I thought it would be fun if we took on the challenge at a leisurely pace together. Throughout the week as I was hunting down a race bib, I kept updating her about my plans to join. She seemed okay with it until I finally secured a bib and shared my last-minute participation news on Facebook. That’s when things took a turn for the worse. She lashed out, claiming that the marathon was "her thing” and that by joining and posting about it, I was overshadowing her own efforts. She accused me of trying to steal her thunder, which was never my intention; I genuinely thought it would be nice to support each other.

On race day, we lost touch after just the first mile. I tried reaching out several times via text and calls but got no response. Hours later, she called back, way behind me, demanding I wait for her. Choosing to continue at my own pace, I politely declined, which she took as further evidence of me being a self-centered friend.

She didn't take it well that I was ahead, and, in an upset state, she quit at mile 16, taking a shortcut to finish with a better time than mine. I ended up finishing in 6 hours and 15 minutes, feeling proud of my achievement despite the circumstances.

Post-race, she remained adamant that I had intruded on her territory by running and has even withdrawn her offer to assist me post-surgery, claiming she felt betrayed. Her insistence that she "owns" running seems unreasonable to me, but perhaps I overlooked something in my approach.

If this whole situation unfolded in a reality show, I wonder how the audience would react. Would they sympathize with my desire to stay active and accomplish personal goals, or would they see me as the villain for stepping into what my friend considered her special domain? Reality shows thrive on conflict and resolution, so this drama could potentially be a pivotal storyline, drawing viewers to take sides and speculate on our motives and actions.

Am I wrong to have run the marathon, despite my friend’s claim on it as her own?

I hate when people I work with repeat the same phrase or words every time. I’m not complaining, but when someone says, does this person has this or this person has that it makes me feel like I’m not listening which I am. I am listening. Also, every time I’m trying to speak they keep interrupting me as well and it drives me insane. It feels like I’m not being heard again. and once more, it’s during something very stressful like I don’t need to tell them anything, but I need to say this so that they can understand. Why does this stressful not repeating? Does this person have this? Does this person have that I want to yell them they don’t need that, but I can’t or else I’ll lose my job. Sometimes I just want them to know that I am trying my best, but you don’t need to ask the same damn question every time.

At 30 years old, and currently eight and a half months into my pregnancy, I've had to take a break from work. Normally, I earn notably more than my husband, who is the same age and works at a local firm. We get along well with most of his colleagues, except for one particular woman, who is 24 years old. She hasn't earned the nickname but often insists she's like my husband's "work wife". This woman previously tried to critique my career driven nature, accusing me of trying to overshadow my husband, which he promptly dismissed.

Additionally, since I've been pregnant and out of work, she commented quite unnecessarily that I appear "too thin for a pregnant woman", insinuating underweight issues although I'm at a perfectly healthy pregnancy weight. Her remarks seem tinged with jealousy, perhaps disappointed that I hadn't ballooned past her own physique. She's also suggested that I'm "too old" for pregnancy, which she's done subtly as if to appear concerned rather than critical.

The incident that really stands out happened at a garden party hosted by my husband’s boss, where I was also invited. During the event, my husband commented on how refreshing his gin and tonic was. It's a favorite of mine, so I took a brief sip from his drink. That's when I noticed "work wife" staring intently. She approached quickly, launching into a lecture about fetal alcohol syndrome. I explained it was a small sip, but she persisted, questioning my judgment to the point where my husband had to step in and reassure her it was no harm.

Her response was shockingly rude; she told me if I wanted to "kill my baby," I should consider an abortion. This left everyone around, including my husband, utterly speechless. Reacting instinctively, I told her off quite bluntly to mind her own affairs. Although whispered, my reaction seemed both fitting and necessary under the circumstances.

Since then, she has bombarded my husband with offensive emails, dozens of calls, and numerous voicemails, which have escalated to the point where he reported her to HR; she resigned shortly thereafter. Nevertheless, her unrelenting contact persists, pushing us to block multiple accounts. Her behavior raises genuine concerns for her mental stability, and despite everything, I can't help feeling slightly guilty for possibly exacerbating her issues.

If this scenario unfolded in the setting of a reality show, the dramatic escalation at the garden party would likely have been highlighted with strategic camera focus, possibly making me a sympathetic figure or, depending on editing, portraying me as overly defensive. The reaction from audiences would swing broadly based on their perception, potentially dividing viewers into camps of support or criticism over my blunt response.

Am I in the wrong for reacting the way I did, or was my response justified given her invasive and inappropriate commentary?

Trigger warning: Loss and suicidal thoughts.

Being a 29 year old male, I fucked up my life so far.

I had depression and aniexty from my adolescent years that's been with me to this day. My mental issues has stopped me from finishing my college education, dating and working for most of my adult life. At age 19 I dropped out of college and threw away my close friends to become a gaming recluse. My parents worried for my future but I just just wasted my days away, planning to end my life at age 25.

At 20 I started taking care of my grandma who watched me in my younger years. She was the only reason I stayed alive. I was paid by the state to care for her, so I spent the next 9 years of my life caring for her as I became a hermit. I was with her for 5 days of the week; taking her to appointments, bathing, cleaning, and just checking up with her often. She cared for me back by feeding me, hanging out watching movies, talked, and gave me a grandparents' love.

At age 25 I fought the urge to kill myself. I contemplated a long time if I should still carry out my plan. In the end, I decided not to because of my grandmother. Without me, she wouldn't have help to live her own life. Around this time I reconnected with my friends and life seemed better.

At age 26 I needed better Healthcare insurance, so I started working another job. I was prepared to fail, become a social outcast, and be judged for being a depressed mess. I was wrong. I was more capable than I though; I excelled at my tasks and spoke to both colleagues and clients reasonably well. Sure, I had awkward first interactions and conversations.. But it wasn't all the time.

At 27 I got into a car accident that gave me a concussion. I still suffer side effects from this injury to this day. I'm not as mentally fast, more forgetful, and can't intake information nor speech from others well. My life is still spiraling down from this; with some of the aforementioned effects worsening some days.

At 29 my grandma moved away to live with other family; my dad wanted his siblings to do their part as her kids and care for her too. She passed 3 months after moving away. 4 months after she passed I resigned from my job. My work stress, depression, and aniexty was at a all time high. I was unable to sleep, suffered from chest pains/eratic heartbeats from stress, couldn't socialize with others well, and was not getting any work done.

I regret this decision.

Sure, I feel mentally clear now, but having no income and not able to find a job is worsening my mental again. I tried trading futures recentl6 but I only lost money due to my impatience.

Nowadays, I don't want to wake up. I spend my days lazing around in bed as I apply for jobs, attempt trading but to only lose my meager savings, and try to think of reasons to live. My current reasons are for my family and friends.. I can't imagine what they'll go through if I ever commit.

I hope to find a job by January; that's when my funds will be dried up. Until then, I'll try to start back a routine and care for my physical health again. Maybe I'll try running again.

Thank you for reading.. Oh, and if this story was on TV, would you watch it? Do you think the main character will enjoy life again and find a job? I hope he does, I don't want this story to end soon.

I have this feeling since a longer time. I can’t feel bad for other people or specifically my friends. Especially when they’re feeling down or are in a difficult situation. It’s more like hatred towards them. I hate that they get attention. I would just love for them to shut up about it or make them shut up. But that’s wrong and I know it. I still help because I hope that they get less attention when they feel better.

Why is that?

I'm getting married in early September and have chosen four friends as bridesmaids, with one acting as my maid of honor. Recently, one of these friends revealed she's two months pregnant. I was quite surprised, not only by the news itself but also because she hadn't mentioned it sooner. When I confronted her about why she hadn't told me earlier, especially since she had known for weeks, she explained that she didn't feel comfortable sharing the news until now and that even her family wasn’t aware yet. She insisted that I was one of the first to know.

I couldn't help but feel that she should have told me earlier since my wedding is coming up, and I need to make certain adjustments. However, she didn't see it that way and believed that she didn't owe me an early announcement since it was her personal situation. She only shared the news when she felt ready.

I couldn't keep my frustration to myself and ended up discussing the situation with my family and the rest of my bridesmaids. My maid of honor and family members sided with me, saying she should've informed me sooner. However, my other bridesmaids felt that I was wrong to expect an immediate announcement and considered my reaction a bit over the top. I'm torn about who's right here.

If this whole situation were unfolding on a reality TV show, I can only imagine the drama it would stir up! Cameras would be zooming in on heated discussions, intense facial expressions, and probably capturing every bit of the emotional rollercoaster. It would be interesting to see how audiences might react — would they sympathize with my need to know early, or would they support her right to disclose her pregnancy in her own time? Reality TV tends to dramatize these personal conflicts, so I bet it would make for some compelling television!

Have you ever felt like your mother is the source of your problems? Yeah? Me too. Like she is the fuel in the fire that I am drowning in. She is providing me all this warm and then burning me, leaving scars on the skin. My mother talks about toxicity, bad friends, bad life choices. She tells me how *I* feel. She doesn't know me, does she? No. She thinks she does, the cause of all my problems. The hopelessness, the pain, the anger that follows it all. I hate it.

I hate my mother.

My boss tends to scold me on our workplace group chat. I try to just learn from the experience but it has been challenging because most of the time it is just about little things. I would really appreciate the decorum to just be civil (boss is not saying bad words when im called out) but just scolds me (you can read it in the tone of the message). I do not want to talk to her about it coz I do not want the conflict and she does tend to explode.

Is it messed up that I slightly hope the the girl I’ve been talking to goes to jail so I can stop talking to her because I’m struggling to not to talk to her because I’m so alone, and I know she uses and manipulates me and it’s destroyed me emotionally. She goes to court tomorrow and idk how to feel happy because I can not be used or sad because I’ll be back to completely isolated . For a bit more context I met this girl at a club she right off the bat tells me she’s a felon but she likes me, I get her number and we go on a few what I think are dates but really just me paying for her dinner and I get to join along And she gives me just enough to keep me around and hooked but not enough for anything else and she tried to avoid most all conversation I try to have about anything and then calls me a creep to my face for trying to get to know her even though she has never asked me one question about myself and she’s never sales I don’t think this will work or I’m not interested she has said she is interested but doesn’t act like it

Sometimes i feel like sort of a burden. No one really talks to me, i usually have to start conversations. Or when the other person starts the conversation its just a quick one and they give off that they dont wanna talk to me. Maybe its just me but i miss being someone’s first choice. Would anyone choose me as their first option, or will i always be the side friend who people come to for advice only.

It’s pretty tiring but it’s ok, i have my gf. We dont talk much bc we’re both busy most days but i love her so much