Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

Ok so just now i found out that my sister has been self harming with blades and cutting herself not on the veins but on her hand where she won't bleed out to death and i was really shocked because i knew about it before and i didn't take it as serious because she was going through breakup and all and i didn't knew that she was continuously harming herself and i teared up because she is only 15 she shouldn't hae to go through this. Now i am the only one who knows and it hurts so bad i am crying rn literally as i write this . I don't know i asked her why would she do this she said 'my dad won't talk to me properly' and somr thing the thing is if i tell anyone else idk how they will react and talk about trusted adults there are none they would either scold her or do something to her only. I seriously don't know what to do and i cannot tell this to anyone i just told her if she wants to self harm next time pls call me so that i can prevent it . It is really messed up , our family does not believe in therapy and if i tell any adult they would just judge her and say mean things something like that .

Several years back, a couple of years after my college graduation, I reluctantly started a job in an office. It was a position I accepted begrudgingly. Imagining a life confined to the monotonous ebb and flow of a 9-5 job was disheartening, especially since I had aspired for either graduate school or to join the Peace Corps, both of which had rejected my applications. However, reality bit with looming student loans and rent demands.

My supervisor, Kerry, noticed my lack of enthusiasm and took it upon herself to brighten my days. She learned about my fondness for Harry Potter and transformed my cubicle into a charming Ravenclaw-themed space. It featured themed decorations, blue and silver office essentials, and even included a Luna Lovegood collectible figure. Kerry's efforts meant a great deal to me, and her kindness helped make my days at the office bearable.

Sadly, a few months later, a complaint from a colleague about my themed corner reached HR, prompting its removal. It was a disheartening moment, but life and work went on. Fast forward to recently, layoffs happened in the company. Ironically, the person who had complained about my cubicle decor was one of those laid off, and the HR representative involved had long left the company.

With those changes, and feeling a bit more encouraged, I decided to resurrect my Ravenclaw cubicle. It uplifted my mood, replacing the stark, bland surrounding with something that resonated with me personally. However, this had an unintended effect; some friends of my former colleague interpreted this as me gloating over her job loss, which was not my intention at all. I simply wanted to revive a setting that brought happiness to my daily routine.

Imagine this situation unfolding in a reality show setting. The drama and misconceptions would probably be heightened, portrayed with confrontational encounters or confessionals from other cast members commenting on their views. It would certainly stir much debate among viewers, analyzing my intentions versus the perceived insensitivity my actions could have caused.

Was reintroducing my Harry Potter decorations a celebration of her layoff, or simply a reclaiming of personal joy? Reality TV would magnify every angle, possibly leading the audience to choose sides based on the emotional portrayal.

I want to knwo if am I wrong for restoring the decorations that brought me joy?

In a few weeks it's gonna be my final exams of 8th grade. Let me tell you, don't try to change me. I'm in the firm belief I'm fundamentally stupid. Last unit, which was Unit 2, I scored a 25/60 in maths and 22/60 in Hindi, and somehow my family got more mad at the fact I called myself stupid than the fact I failed. I scored that low, and I'm lucky it wasn't the last exam or else I would've been held back a year, since I also did pathetic in Science at 45.5 in which I should've scored higher since I'm good at science, I got 43/60 in Social Studies, 51/60 in English, but I failed. They got more angry I said I was stupid, I was! I'm dumb for trusting the math teacher to start on the hardest questions like she said. And mom said the weirdest thing, she asked how can I improve if I call myself a failure or stupid. I was, for even when I studied hard I forgot and I took too long to answer, because I'm slow like a slug and stupid. And if I fail this unit now, I'm gonna be held back. The maths teacher keeps threatening the class about it as a real thing. And I will fail because I'm fundamentally stupid. I don't feel like studying, and that's fine, because stupid people don't deserve privilege, just slog. If I succeed this exam, or at least score a decent 60-70% than last time in maths and half in Hindi, I'm cursed. What I'm saying is that means for every Unit 2 exam, I suck the worst. That happened in 7th, it happened in Unit 2 of 8th, and this is the final third one, and if I do slightly better, I'm cursed. I normally score decent in Unite 1, but I'm praying at least in math I score well, because screw Hindi, even my parents gave up the language for me cus they now why I struggle even with tuitions, it's too hard, even for them!

Now, you might say, "Make your own timetable!" or "Maybe practice time management", shut up! Shut up you fucking ugly bitches! I'll fail my own timed 3 hour exam, or even revision sheets timed, I'll fail at math which is one of the main subjects I need to pass to go ahead, and plus, one guy got held back and he's in 7th grade going to 8th when he should be going to 9th now like me. I'll be held back as well. My teacher may say in 9th she can shift Hindi to art, but it's impossible, in CBSE, you just can't. It would make my cosplay event not worth it then. Imagine how many other people failed that I'm not aware of, that got held back with no friends which is why I didn't know, that lost every opportunity to succeed because of this. I'll be one of them if I act too cocky and tell myself, "I can do this". I simply can't. Convince me and I'll find you, kill you, and bury your body in the ocean where nobody can find you. And in CBSE, no way they'd retake exams from 8th-9th. Why would they retake exams? I've not heard of that. You can't do that. You can't do that in CBSE. It's too much coddling, anyways.

To those who know JJBA, I'm dumb enough for someone like Fugo to crash out and go fucking batshit crazy. Seriously, Narancia sucks even worse than me at maths, and Fugo stabs him with a fork in Golden Wind. I'm sorry, what?! I know Golden Wind is freaky or weird as fuck, but nah, I need those high standards to pass. In fact, since I'm planning to dress up as Joseph Joestar for an event a month after my exams in March, Joseph won't look at me and won't call me dumb because he is dumb, but Caesar Zeppeli would and he'd also become an angry Italian like Fugo. Admit it, he hates stupid people! He's a hotheaded man who's strong, what I'm not. I'm stupid, see? I'm no good at cosplaying either, it's my first time. So the best thing is to just give up, maybe leave school, convince my family I can be homeschooled somehow, or just die since I'm too stupid to be alive. They won't give second chances, not anymore. This is my last dance, my final act before promotion, and until then, I won't pick my ass up if I convince myself I can do this. I can't. Impossible stays impossible. Those who believe in change are the retarded fags themselves. Fucking hell, just anyone, give me any 3 GOOD WAYS to just die, if I decide I'm worthless to everyone, my family, my brother, everyone, I won't miss them because they won't miss me. They'll move on. I still fail to understand why they get more mad when I call myself stupid when the truth is is bold letters...

I'M FUCKING STUPID AND AN UGLY BITCH WHORE OF A DAUGHTER YOU LITTLE SHITS

I feel so guilty because my dads mom gave me one of her expenisve dogs like a day or two after my old dog died and I just cant feel a connection like I did with my old dog Im not even sure if I love the new dog or not all I ever do is compare her (The new dog) to my old dog and wish she was my old dog because he was blind, grumpy, and just goofy compared to her whos shy and doesnt do anything besides panic and cling to me which maybe Im just not used to a dog who can see be as clingy as my blind dog I dont know but I feel guilty that I got this free show dog basically and I just dont really love her

My partner Clara and I have been organizing our wedding for August 2024, following a two-year engagement to allow us to gather funds. Coincidentally, my mother got engaged over the recent holidays and has her wedding planned for the end of May 2024. This places our weddings barely two months apart.

Clara was taken aback when she learned about my mother's plans. She questioned if I found it odd, which initially, I didn't. Clara expressed concern that having a parent marry so close to their child's wedding was unusual because the child’s event should ideally remain the focal point. She mentioned that her own parents would never schedule their wedding so close to hers.

My mother, who’s a seasoned wedding planner with a generous budget, has definitely shifted the family’s attention towards her own wedding. Recently, Clara felt slighted at a family gathering. When the topic of her dress fitting came up, someone asked if my mother had seen the dress. Responding in jest, Clara said she wouldn't be taking my mother dress shopping in fear that she might end up trying on gowns herself.

This led to a tensed conversation where my mother confrontationally asked Clara if there was an issue between them, leading to Clara just rolling her eyes. For the rest of the evening, my mother’s fiancé and I had to keep the two apart. Later, in the car, I pointed out to Clara that her comment was unnecessary, which upset her further. I tried to explain that I understood her feelings but also stated that my mother might not prioritize our wedding the same way, which probably wasn't the best thing to add at the time. Clara became noticeably quieter and was reluctant to discuss it further, making me realize I might have been too harsh.

If this scenario unfolded in a reality show, I can only imagine the fans rallying behind Clara, sympathizing with her feelings of neglect and overshadowed preparations. There might even be debates on social media about whether my mom was stealing the spotlight or if Clara was overreacting. It would definitely stir up drama and opinions among viewers, possibly making it a much-discussed episode.

Growing up, my early years were quite tough due to many family issues that I prefer not to discuss. This led me to act out and at 16, I almost landed in jail. However, a compassionate police officer believed in second chances and encouraged me to finish school and earn my GED.

By the time I was 20, I made my way into college and eventually graduated. During this period, I had a young nephew who was just 18 months old. Supporting myself financially meant balancing school and work, leaving me with little spare time, mostly dedicated to catching up on studies or administrative tasks. Unfortunately, this led to scarce family interactions.

After my undergrad, I embarked on a master's program which was even more demanding. My weekends were consumed by work to make ends meet, continuing the trend of rare family visits. Now, I am undertaking a PhD, demanding about 80% of my time, plus weekend jobs to cover living expenses. It's my final year, and it's been anything but easy.

Just this Monday, while in town, I unexpectedly ran into my sister and my now ten-year-old nephew. Shockingly, he didn’t recognize me, which deeply saddened me. When we took him to the park and he was playing, my sister blurted out that I was an asshole for being an absent figure in his life, prioritizing my education over family. I tried to explain that pursuing my educational goals was crucial, but she stormed off with my nephew. I returned to campus feeling conflicted, later sharing the incident with a classmate who sided with my sister.

Am I really an asshole for prioritizing my education like this?

Imagine this scenario was part of a reality TV show. The cameras capturing every expression, the dramatic zoom-ins when my nephew failed to recognize me, and the heated exchange with my sister could stir up quite a reaction. Viewers might sympathize with my dedication to education, while others could feel I neglected my familial duties. Social media could be buzzing with debates and polls siding with either my sister or me, dissecting our every word and action in typical reality TV fashion.

Was I wrong for choosing education over family time?

I don't wanna feel a thing. Talking about makes me sick. You've got therapy and I"ve got no regrets. Yesterday I slept till sunset. Woke up on my bedroom floor again. I can't even count on half the people that I call my friends. Rolling through another blackout. I don't gotta act like I'm ok. Everything got better when I realized nothing matters anyway. I don't want your bad advice. Keep that baggage to yourself. I could show the whole world my scars. But that'd probably scare them all away. I would rather take another hit, put on a band-aid. I need help. I NEED HELP. I'm too STUBBORN to ask myself. I'm so tired, I'm unwell. I'm too broken to fix myself...

Don't know how much more I can take

I just know that I need to get better.

So, I JUST performed at a convention with my dance team 4 hours ago. A member was unfortunately ill the day of, which meant reworking the formations and dance 2 HOURS before the performance to make it look more cohesive.

I love and am proud of my dancing journey, and how much I've improved over the years. My hard work has brought me to the point where I'm prided as "one of the best" in the group.

I had a member who once told me: '"If you of all people aren't able to nail the dance, who else would?"

I feel proud to be someone that my members view as "reliable" or as "an ace". It gives me confidence, and pushes me to work harder to fulfill those expectations. I always strive for a flawless, confident performance.

However, it has its drawbacks. My perfectionist tendencies and the pressure causes me to feel EXTREMELY depressed if I ever make a mistake.

In the performance we had today, my leader gave me the missing member's part and new formations to learn. During our last minute practices, everything went well and I thought I could handle it. I've done it before.

But on stage is a whole different ballgame because you're dealing with stage fright. After that, your focus is on fascinating the audience with your stage presence/expressions, which means relying on muscle memory for the dance.

I made AT LEAST 3 mistakes in there: I was in a wrong formation, I almost bumped into a member during her part, and I made up the missing member's part on the spot (because I couldn't remember what her gestures were). All of these were from the last minute changes we made.

What hurts even more I'd that I had coworkers and friends in the crowd who came to cheer me on. I also saw crowd cheering for me when I nailed a move, but I couldn't dare look them in the eyes when I felt myself messing up.

After the performance, I REALLY wanted to just hug someone and sulk quietly. But I didn't do that because I don't want my members to worry, make a big deal out of it, or for them to think that we did terrible.

For heaven's sake, I LOVE being at conventions. I'm a geek! It's one of my favourite places to be. I'm supposed to be happy right now, but I felt so upset and angry with myself. I couldn't stand putting a fake smile, pretending all was okay when I know I didn't perform at my best. Nor did I feel like enjoying the rest of the events or exploring the Artist Alley and merch, which is something I love doing.

So out of shame, I just left.

I know mistakes happen and I'll overcome this eventually, but I can't help but feel like I let my members, myself and everyone who cheered for me down.

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.

I really need a place to share my frustrations and hopefully get some guidance. I was recently designated as the Maid of Honor for my friend, Cara's wedding. However, I had to relinquish my role just two months before the ceremony and only three weeks before the bachelorette celebration. Here's what happened.

Cara lost her mother six months prior to her wedding day; it was a deeply painful period for her. Additionally, right before her mother fell ill, Cara had dismissed her initial MOH for not contributing enough financially and promoted my friend Lily and me to be her co-MOHs. Given the circumstances with her mother, we didn't pester her about the wedding arrangements, respecting her need for space.

As the wedding approached, we checked in with Cara to make sure she was coping and still wanted to proceed with the planned wedding dates. During a discussion about the bridal shower and bacheloretier retreat, Cara seemed annoyed and distanced. I had raised concerns about not wanting the bachelorette trip planned over my birthday, during Memorial Day weekend, due to travel complexities, cost concerns, and existing family commitments. Cara became irritated when we mentioned our limited budgets of $200 each for the bridal shower since Lily and I were the only members of the bridal team. Cara expected us to bear all costs, mentioning her mother’s passing as a reason. We tried to explain our financial constraints, though we offered to help in other ways.

Subsequently, Cara sent a lengthy message voicing her disappointment and questioning our friendship. Despite her emotional stress, we tried to remain empathetic. Later, she unexpectedly demanded we come earlier for a dress fitting. At that time, I was still recovering from a car accident which left me with nerve damage and sciatica, so I planned to split the drive from New Jersey to New Hampshire over two days. Cara’s reaction was accusative, labeling us as unsupportive friends.

When Lily and I finally arrived, Cara hardly spoke and ignored my new car despite knowing about my recent accident. She relied on her fiancé to unload our heavy bags while he lounged. After our lengthy trip, instead of a warm welcome, we were offered stale pizza, which we politely declined, proposing we dine out instead, which only irritated Cara further.

While at the nail salon, Cara excluded me from conversations, and nearly caused a car mishap out of frustration. She even confessed that post-honeymoon, she planned to cut ties with her sister-in-law since she didn't want her children at the wedding, and she didn't want her fiancé’s grandmother in the wedding photos, despite their supportive nature.

That evening, Cara and her fiancé, when we went for dinner, expected us to split the bill for all three of them, which was unexpected given our other expenditures. Back at the condo, they confronted us again, especially criticizing me regarding my travel plans which were for health reasons. Cara became overly emotional, even threatening drastic actions and demanding that we arrive two days earlier than planned for the wedding.

Exhausted by all these developments, Lily and I decided it was best to step down as MOHs the day after the bridal shower. Accordingly, we canceled all reservations tied to the bacheloretic event on our cards.

It was a tough call, but we couldn’t manage the strain it was placing on us both emotionally and physically. Has anyone faced similar dilemmas? How did you cope?

Imagine if this was on a reality show. The audience reaction could be quite dramatic. Most might sympathize with me, while others could argue I should have soldiered on despite the challenges for the sake of friendship. What would your reaction be if you were watching this unfold onscreen?

Hi? To be honest I am not doing well but people around me thinks I am haha. It’s just hard to express what I feel when all my life I feel like my feelings were always invalidated or I feel like I am being a burden. My family is really going through it all right now and it fucking hurts. I just gradually escaped my academic pressure and self validation but this is whats happening like another problem gosh. I thought after all the hell I been through with me and my self validation like I thought I would get better but no. Having a physically absent father and physically absent mother who is emotionally unstable is not for the weak. I still talk to my Mom but she doesn’t know that it pains me a lot knowing that they’re all in a different family now haha. Like what about me? But I understand, I always understand haha. I have been through hell since I was a kid, like my asthma condition was so worst that I almost died. It really pains me because I took care of myself growing up, always pleasing everyone to get the validation I needed, to feel loved. I just wanted to feel loved by my parents that’s all haha. I raised myself, I was a middle child but I was the one who raised us. Why you asking? Because I was always the one who knows about our family problems, always needing to be the mature one. Like can’t I be a kid and run free? Haha. I was pushed into something I didn’t want bruh, I just wanna be a kid too. All the favoritism is crazy. I am still living but a part of me already died. Seeing people commit suicide especially the influencer I love because she’s literally the reason why I loved my tanned skin, it literally triggered something in me. And it hurts, ’cause I am always so close of doing it just for the pain to end. It really hurts y’all but I don’t wanna be selfish but all I needed was my parents, I didn’t wanna be like this.

Honestly I’m in a bad mental state. I’ll admit it. I’m splitting while writing this.

It’s been years, years of smoking, weed, and arguments. And I’m so fucking sick of it. Sick of the way my nose burns, chest tightens, and my fists clenching. And before you question, “is this you smoking?” No, it’s my parents.

I’ve told them for YEARS I hate that they smoke, and I told them to not do it around me or I’ll yell at them. I think it’s pretty fucking clear I hate it??? I’ve told them to their face, but they fucking LAUGH. It all stems to when I was 6 ish, caught them in the bathroom smoking weed from a bong, breathing it out into the vents.

{present day, I’m 13.} I walk into the house after being gone for 4 hours, walking and playing with these dogs right? I open the door and walk up one step. It smells like FUCKING WEED. Smoke all around the fucking house. I’m already livid, I’ve told you 73 times. Isn’t that enough..!? And yes I’ve kept count because I’m petty as fuck. So i immediately say “I’m not doing this.. I’m just gonna go back.” And then my dad stops me like “I didn’t know you were coming back.” OF COURSE YOU DIDN’T!! EVEN THOUGH I TOLD YOU RIGHT BEFORE I LEFT??? DOES IT JUST GO THROUGH YOUR LEFT EAR AND PUT YOUR RIGHT? Anyway. So yeah. I was mad. I had the right to? So I stormed to my room as I’m so sick and tired of this addiction they have. Are they trying to make me like my sister? Make me addicted at 13 like her?

Before you feel sympathy for my dad, look at my other stories before commenting. Anyway cut my mom some slack.

After years of diligent saving since I was 16, I recently achieved a personal milestone—I purchased my first car. It is a used model but incredibly dependable, representing a symbol of my independence which I cherish deeply. The car is essential; I use it daily to commute to my job and university, making my routine significantly easier to manage.

However, a recent incident has upset the balance in my household. My brother, Liam, caused an accident some weeks back by speeding, which led not only to him wrecking his own vehicle but also being left without any means of transport since the incident. Thankfully, he was unharmed. The problem arose when my parents demanded that I lend my newly acquired car to Liam “temporarily,” until he manages to get back on his feet financially and fix his car. Seeing as Liam’s job involves substantial driving, and I typically only travel within our local area, my parents argue this arrangement would be the most logical.

Despite understanding their point, I refused. The effort I put into acquiring my car was monumental, and it serves more than just a means of transportation—it’s my lifeline to both professional responsibilities and personal freedom, significantly impacting my overall well-being. This refusal, however, has not sat well with my family. My parents accused me of being selfish and inconsiderate, stressing the importance of supporting family. Liam hasn’t engaged much in conversation with me since, choosing instead to express his frustration through subtle coldness.

Amidst the turmoil, my parents have continued to escalate the situation, labeling me as immature and not a “team player.” There have even been threats to withdraw their financial support for certain necessities like my car insurance. This has left me torn—I understand my brother’s predicament, but I also feel it’s unjust to be coerced into surrendering something I’ve worked so hard for and need, especially considering the circumstances of how he ended up in this situation.

Considering how entrenched my parents are in their views, I’ve wondered how my stance would be perceived in a more public arena. If this drama were unfolding on a reality show, the audience could likely be divided. Some might sympathize with my need for independence and the efforts I've put into achieving it, while others could critique me for not prioritizing familial obligations over personal assets. Would the court of public opinion deem me unreasonable, or would they applaud my resilience in standing up for my principles?

Am I being unreasonable for not allowing my brother to use my car, given that our parents are so upset? Should I relinquish my car for family peace, or continue to defend my position firmly?

hello. I honestly am writing this to just vent. I don't have anyone in my life who I can talk to about this.

I have two best friends. They are my only friends really. I have known them since I can remember, our families are all friends.

I am 22 and all I have known my whole life is that they are my best friends.

I won't go into detail but our friendship has had its ups and downs over the years; largely to do with being left out and ignored, them mad when i would attempt to make other friends or even just talk to people they wanted to be friends with, them keeping things from me and gossiping.

Don't get me wrong we have also had amazing memories made. Them and their families feel like my own relatives and are such prominent people in my life. I honestly can't imagine having grown up without them. And I have so much gratitude towards them for making my youth so memorable and important.

Recently one of my friends got married and the other is engaged. I however have never been in a relationship or anything romantic at all.

My friends are drifting away from me. I will try and organise to spend time with them which they will either ignore or say they want to then never follow through. I find out weeks later that they spend a lot of time together just them. I live just over an hour away so I just always tell myself it's just cause it's harder for me to go to them and them to come to me. But lately they just don't tell me anything. I am constantly updating them about my life and asking them and trying for them to tell me about theirs but they don't say anything just a casual 'all good'

I can feel myself chipping away and I feel so alone. I'm not close to my siblings for certain reasons and the only parent that cares about me is my mum.

I've dedicated my whole life into trying to be the best friend for them and now I'm realising that I have no one else. They are pulling away from me and have each other and their other friends. I'm all on my own.

Ive asked them before if I am doing anything to upset them or make them not want to be friends with me. They constantly tell me that im sweet and kind and I'm their bestest friend.

So I just don't understand how or why they put no effort to stay friends with me. I'm tired of being the only one who seems to care about our friendship. I dont want to end our friendship though because they mean so much to me and I don't want to be alone. But I don't know how to keep going like this.

Constantly feeling unwanted and unneeded.

i couldn't sleep for a year, because he left me. i still miss him sometimes. when i have a beautiful moment or day, and want to share it with him. i miss him like i miss my childhood. i won't be able to reach you, but i will remember. i hope you will be fine, i always mention you in my prayers. forgive me, my love. maybe next time