Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

I swear I tried everything, but nothing ever works out for me. Every time I start something new, I suck at it. People always say "oh, you just need to practice" or "you’ll find your thing, don’t worry," but what if I don’t? What if I’m just bad at everything? I tried studying different subjects but nothing sticks. Math? Forget it, I barely pass. Writing? Takes me forever to put a single sentence together, and it still sounds dumb. Science? Idk, all the terms just go in my head and disappear like five seconds later. And don’t even get me started on anything artistic. I can’t draw, I can’t play music, I don’t have any of those creative talents people show off online. I look around and see everyone has something, like they’re naturally good at sports or coding or fixing things, and here I am, struggling to even find one thing I don’t completely suck at.

It’s not just school either. I tried manual work, like building stuff, and I always mess up. My dad once tried to teach me how to fix a sink, and somehow I made it worse. Tried helping a friend with his car and nearly broke something expensive. People tell me "just use your hands, it’s not that hard," but my brain don’t work that way. It’s like my hands and my head don’t connect properly or something. Even basic stuff, like learning to cook, I mess up. I once burned pasta—pasta bro, how do you even do that?! I feel like no matter what I try, I fail at it. And then I see other people who don’t even try that hard, but they’re just naturally good at stuff, and it makes me feel like maybe I’m just not meant to be good at anything. Like some people are just born talented, and then there’s people like me who can’t even figure out what they’re supposed to do in life.

I wish I had at least one thing, just something I could say "yeah, I’m good at this." But everything I try just proves over and over that I’m just average at best, useless at worst. It’s like I’m stuck in this loop of trying, failing, feeling like crap, then trying again because people say "don’t give up," and failing again. It’s exausting. And what scares me the most is that I have no clue what I’m gonna do in the future. Like, how do you pick a career when you suck at everything? How do you even function in the world when you got no skills? I don’t wanna be a loser my whole life, but at this point, I honestly don’t know what else to do.

I've never felt this way before

I'm going through broken heart syndrome

I said some mean things to my closest friend who I have feelings for

Basically accused her for lying about something

We discussed about my feelings for her and she told me she doesn't have feelings for me although she kinda misled me into believing that she did

But she values our friendship

I couldn't sleep knowing that she doesn't like me even though I felt optimistic that she did

After I said those hurtful things, she is seeing me in a different light, and saying that she can't even imagine being friends with me

We're co-workers and we're part of a friends circle

I can imagine things being different but it physically hurts me to think that we can't stay friends

ive realized that i actually had symptoms of adhd. all of these years including in elementary school i thought that i was just actually bad at learning and actually being a good student and now i guess not. im so bad at saying my feelings and reasoning, i feel like im just standing in a one singular block in a void. im so embarassed everytime i communicate with someone thinking i said something wrong, my decisions are so foolish, and to the main issue is my life where im so fucking miserable to the point that i have no friends that i can trust including, doubts about people, and lusting over friends that i love the most. LUSTING OVER THE FRIENDS THAT I LOVE THE MOST AND ACTUALLY CARES TO JUST GIVE ME ATTENTION ALL THE TIME. im so fucking disguisting and a disgrace holy shit. i just cant keep going on a life like this.

[Translated from Spanish. Reminder: IIWIARS is English only]

I have almost never spoken about this. I always hid it from everyone, especially from my daughters, but not long ago I had to tell them the truth.

I was 14 years old when it happened. I was young, very kind, respectful, and always smiling. I was the classic kid with a thousand problems at home: family fights, beatings from my family, sleepless nights, things like that. I always looked for refuge in others. I was shy and had a stutter, and even so I never had friends… until she arrived, the girl who changed everything.

I’ll refer to her as Ana to protect her privacy. Ana was older than me; she was in her last year of high school. We met because I was being bullied at school and she was always the one leading it. One day she made me her boyfriend. How and when it happened, I still don’t know, but it happened out of nowhere without me realizing it. I guess the lack of affection and love I never had from my family didn’t let me walk away. Ana was 19, and even so we kept our relationship secret. I couldn’t do much—I was small, and even now I’m still only about five feet tall. Ana was tall, strong, dominant. She was about six foot two. She was mean to me and very strict. She always yelled at me and hit me, but because of my fear of being abandoned and being alone, I endured it.

Until one day she forced me to do it with her. It was… painful, but at that moment I saw it as affection and love. I was in a very bad place, and I know that now.

After that, Ana disappeared. A few months later she came back, and that’s when I saw her belly—six months pregnant. We did the tests and yes, I was the father. We hid everything. I ran away from home and moved in with Ana to a very cheap, run-down apartment. She always threatened to have an abortion if I didn’t obey her, and so I did, enduring everything because deep down I needed to protect that baby.

The day the birth came, I was already 15. Endless minutes passed until they finally let me in… and there they were. The doctor handed me my three daughters—yes, beautiful triplets with their mother’s features. Ana pretended to be happy but never held them. She refused to do so and always showed her contempt for them. And then it happened, once we got back home. Ana hit me, but I never let her touch the babies.

One day Ana came home from work. I stayed home taking care of the babies, feeding them with what little we had. That day she didn’t complain or say anything, and I wasn’t prepared for that infernal night.

Ana got up and took a knife. I didn’t sleep all night. I pretended to, and then I saw her, lifting the knife and pointing it with a psychopathic look at the babies. I reacted on instinct and blocked the strike—it hit my face. She cut me from my chin to my forehead. The cut went over my right eye but, by a miracle, it didn’t damage it. There was blood—too much blood. I screamed at her to stop, but she didn’t listen. She tried to stab me, but I pushed her and knocked her down. I reacted fast, moved the wardrobe, and it fell on top of her.

I didn’t stop there. I grabbed my daughters in my arms however I could and went out through the open window.

I ran like I never had in my life. I didn’t stop or look back. The cold hurt; it was snowing, and I couldn’t see out of my right side because of the blood. My daughters cried nonstop. I kept running without stopping. My feet hurt, and after hours of running, I collapsed.

I fell to the ground, covering my daughters so they wouldn’t get hurt. My chest burned with pain and I couldn’t feel half my face. I walked, limping, in the middle of the night until some police officers found me. I told them what had happened, and at least they were discreet—they didn’t force me to go back to my family or to Ana. They were kind enough to take me to the hospital, and when the doctor wanted to treat me, I ignored my own pain and insisted that he take care of the babies first. He did, because I wouldn’t stop insisting.

When we were discharged, I spent a few days on the streets with my daughters… We spent about three months homeless. I gave them what little I had to make food so they could eat, and I went hungry, but for them I would do anything, no matter the cost.

After that, I got a job as a personal secretary to a woman who was a CEO of a company. Then I was able to start paying for things and buying what we needed, always making sure my daughters were comfortable. I raised and educated them with the love and affection I never had.

Years passed, and now my daughters are 17—rebellious teenagers, but good girls. And the only thing I am grateful for from that horrible night is the honor of being a great father.

I was studying in a rich-people school in Pune and dropped out in middle school. The kind of people in that school were nothing short of monsters. They'd make fun of me behind my back, call me all sorts of derogatory names and there' s a huge list of the kinds of shitty things they' d do. Once, there was a kid in my bus who'd bully me relentlessly, and there'd be times where I would have to sit on the floor of the bus, cause that douchebag(let's call him Richard) would tell everybody to avoid me. I complained to my class teacher and she tried to talk to Richard but he started playing the victim midway and went to the boy's bathroom and told everybody that he was going to commit suicide all because of me. I was painted to be a goddamn criminal and everybody isolated me. There were numerous instincts of friends backstabbing me for their own benefit. The teachers never helped and blamed the person who was getting bullied and licked the feet of the rich. All in all, it was a horrible, terrible experience and I hope that those people rot in hell.

I feel like my husband no longer finds me sexually attractive. :( We made love for the first time in like 6 days today. He never orgasms to me anymore unless I give him head. He only fucked me for like 3 minutes & wasn’t nearly as hard as he has been when we first met & he didn’t orgasm. Honestly everytime I sleep with him these days I just feel so shitty about myself afterwords. I feel like I am no longer what he wants sexually. There has been times in the past I have caught him sexting with other women. Getting very hard & cumming to PICTURES RANDOM WOMEN ARE SENDING ON SNAPCHAT…. But he can’t cum to his wife while he’s literally inside me? Basically the only foreplay we ever do is me sucking him off. He never returns the favor. He doesn’t really show my body love like I want him to. I don’t even remember the last time he said my body looked beautiful. I’m a big girl and I was recently scrolling through his X (Twitter) likes on his phone & he swears up nd down he loves big girls (which in the past his likes were all big girls, but now all his porn liked on X are small girls.) If he was sexually attracted to me he would get hard & cum…. He would want to make love rather than just putting it in me for 3 mins and calling it good. There was no kissing, no caressing, no dirty talk, no moaning on his side, no orgasm. Nothing. And I am they type person who likes to be very sexually active. If it was lift to me we’d be having sex like twice a day. I just feel really shitty about myself & needed to rant. Any opinions on this?

Heyah!! I haven't checked into this app for ages. But I was super-duper curious if anyone could help me find out if the singer from the TV show Lookism sings anything else other than "Fly Up"? I've found the dudes name, but when I look him up to see if he sings anything else... ZERO results😭!!! The only thing that shows up under the man's name is "Fly Up". But the singer had/has such a beautiful voice🥹🙏🏻✨!!! It always makes me cry during October season(my mom passed away in October). The MC cared about his mom after realizing that he didn't treat her all that great and blamed her for his appearance🥲. Then singing the song and realizing that she genuinely loved him.

Anyway... Back on the topic... Help🙇🏻‍♀️✨? Song, songs, songs. I wanna hear all the song if someone has the answer🤩🎶!?

Anyway... Good morning and goodnight💤! And happy 2026!!!

Like the tittle I’m asking myself, what if I was born later in life? Back story my parents were both in high school when they had me. So life was interesting my mom graduated school early to be able to work, and my dad continued school to “make a better life for us”. I wished for a lot when I was young especially toys but even how much my parents and grandparents tried to make me happy, I still couldn’t feel content. And now I’m in my teens my parents broke up and married other people and now I have step siblings and cousins. And every day I live my life saying “what if I was them?” Being able to buy everything they want, having their parents be able to afford everything they could ever wish for? I’m jealous of them EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY for having ADULT parents. What if JUST what if I was them…?

one of the most important and fulfilling things I can do in life is helping others. all I mean by helping others, is sticking by their side when things get tough, being a listening ear when needed, or whatever it is the people in my life may need me to do. however, I have always hated asking for help for myself. weather it was on a math problem at school, or lifting something heavy at home. I am an oldest child, and my mom has multiple sclerosis, and has always been through bouts of depression. this would leave her with very little energy to take care of the house or my little sister. I don't blame my mom one bit for this. she is the strongest person I know, and she has always done her best to be there for us. she is someone I aspire to be like every day. this however, makes it more difficult for me to see her completely drained some days. seeing this has made me feel like I need to step up and help her do the things she struggles with some days. i have gotten so used to this, that it feels like I need to be the strong one in my family, who keeps everyone sane when things are falling apart. I often forget that asking for help is even an option, or when I do think about it, I decide not to ask. there is a multitude of reasons why I choose not to ask for help, but the main reasons are that I don't want to burden others with my troubles, if I ask for help I feel like I am letting people down because I can't always be strong, and if I have to ask for help I have to admit to myself that I can't carry everything. I have also gotten so used to volunteering to do everything for everyone that I feel like if I stop doing that, I will be letting everyone down. recently I feel like the weight of all of this has been pressing on my shoulders, and I would rather let myself fall before burdening anyone else with my troubles. especially since I know that there are so many people out there who have it worse than me. so I tell myself that I shouldn't even be struggling with it. anyways, I just needed to get that off my chest. thank you for taking the time to read all this

[Translated from Spanish. Reminder: IIWIARS is English only]

Jessica Romina Alcaraz Guzmán.

You cheated on me with your superior, you thought I wouldn't find out, you're the worst, you deserve the worst in the world.

I hope you find your other half or your other trash in the dumpster. You're scum.

I'm having a hard time, promise.. it feels overwhelming. I thought if you were a teacher, at least you were the boss. etc. I'll go back to sleep soon.

Well, the mall incident in Malaysia. I got too excited, so I went far away from my mom to a side of a mall’s store where she couldn’t see me, then my brother found me. My dad said I could’ve gotten kidnapped, trafficked, organs sold, & raped. I know, I just forgot for a moment because I got too excited, but I blame myself. My dad then, in the hotel, proceeded to hit me, yell at me, call me a bad word & then he said I didn’t care about the family, I went because I got selfish, he blamed my liking to art, & then he said he only cares for me because I’m his child, not because he loves me, even saying if I were a neighbor’s kid, I’d be a bad example to him. I know he was angry, but I think he was right. That I’m unempathetic, that I’m selfish, & I don’t care about the family. Well, I do love them, I felt bad from what I did, I felt dumb, but is he right? Afterwards, I got tired, scared to talk to him, scared of getting lost in a mall, & I always ask my mom how I can help her. Maybe it’s just teen stuff, maybe my hormones & my overreaction are making me sad & tired.

I’m only 15 going on 16 and I’m already so stressed about life.

I have agoraphobia and selective mutism. My grandma is already talking about me getting a job and I feel like they’re gonna have me help pay bills since her and my mom have been struggling with bills for some time now.

My mom is never home and with her it’s a whole situation but I feel so alone.. I feel like I never got to be a kid and responsibilities just pile on responsibilities and soon I have to take regents exams.

I try to talk to my family about my issues but it gets dismissed because it’s just “bad energy” “nothings wrong with you” “unless you get brain scanned you don’t have anxiety disorders.”

I don’t even have my dad to rely on because I don’t talk to him and I hate being a burden.

I wish I had someone to help me and guide e through life I feel like I’m expected to do things my own when I’m terrified and honestly so damn tired of life. I don’t know how much more I can take before I just stop trying.

And there’s so much more but I have no friends to go to because they all just gave me trust issues by talking behind my back and saying “I’m sad all the time” when in reality I’m just vulnerable and scared. I’m scared to grow up, I’m scared of what life holds for me, I’m scared of my own future. I just wish I had more guidance instead of emotionally absent parents and a mother who cares more about her boyfriend than me.

OKKK SO we all know how YouTube works pay u for ur videos. Okk so like I actually have lots of YouTube ideas 😭 BUT I CANT DO VOICE OVERS and my phone barely has any storage to have all those clips and editing. So like is there a way like I can like get hired for my ideas? Like they have a yt channel and what to start but don’t have ideas. If something like this exist is there a way to yk find them!? I’d totally ask this on Reddit but I’m scared of that app ✌️so basically it’s like hiring an editor for ur yt videos but yk HIRING THE IDEAS GUY

What I've realized from this man is that you don't always need to have what you want. Yes, I wanted to pursue him in anyway I can, but he made it clear that he didn't wanna talk to me, and that's fine. I have been thinking about so many things that would make our friendship hard anyway. Being trans is who I am and when I asked him about how he felt about trans people, he left me on sent and didn't respond. It wouldn't've been beneficial or wise to my mental health to seek camaraderie in someone like that. While I still think about him and what could've been, I think it's for the best that it remains a mystery.