Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

I can't love someone without feeling totally insignificant, small and useless next to them. I automatically start to distance myself because I feel that this person deserves someone better, they would be better off without me, they don't need me, I'm nothing special and I'm nothing compared to them, I hate feeling this way , I don't want to push away the people I love, I don't want to push away, but I do when I start to feel insignificant next to them, when I start to think that maybe at any moment they will realize that I'm worthless and will leave me, maybe they deserve something much better than me, that anyone is better than me. I want to love someone without feeling less, without feeling that that person will leave me at any moment for the same reason.

ppl at school tell me to kms and that apparantly im a lesbian even tho im straight (if you dont belive me , you should see mh addiction with ryan Reynolds) and i have a therapy friend , but i'm scared of them (i dont know if its coz they're really cool , or that i look up to them so much -since im so short , quite literally - or if , idk) so i cant alk t anyone , not my family , not really my friends... soo its being bottled up in my head , now i'm a really fucked up person tbh , i'm so touch/care-deprived that i want to be r@ped and m*rdered.... yeah

I put this in friendship stories category bc idk where else to put. If this is not written very well pls forgive me, I am going thru high anxiety rn and i just wanna write.

ok so what happened? i wanted to go get smthn today so i thought that since i was going out anyway id take a bus to the mall farther away slightly to get smthn else i need. my mother wanted to come too, bc she said she needs smthn and my brother just wanted to tag along. so we go and keep in mind this area is where my old school was so a lot of ppl ik live here (which is why i tend to avoid it as much as i can) anyways, i enter the store, can't find what im looking for so im starting to head to the stairs up. that's when i see an ex-'friend' (though i wouldn't rlly describe them as a friend but since we hung out basically all the time ig that's what you'd call them? our relationship is complicated tbh it would take a whole other post to write about it) anyway i wanted to avoid them bc idk i got a sudden feeling of intense fear and anxiety upon seeing them. my mother picks up on this and asks who im avoiding so i say no one and tell her we should go but she wants to see who it is. my brother is also now curious and theyre walking around tryna see who which is annoying so i say 'well im going upstairs' so they come a bit after me. next bad thing is at the till shes right there in the queue and so i go look at some other stuff while my mother gets what she wants. now she and my brother come back and my mom is annoyed at this point and asks why im avoiding someone ik, telling me i should jsut say hi. i said its not someone i would like to talk to so she should just leave the matter and we should go. my luck got worse when my mother asked if she could quickly pop into a store right next to the one we were just at to see if they had smthn and i said yes (i regret that!) guess who we see? yep the same person ive been trying to avoid. and my brother was asking me about them loudly (bc he recognized who it was) and they obviously heard us discussing them (ugh!) i start heading out, my mother says she can't find what she needs but also notices me acting 'weird' again so she goes to see who this person is even tho i told her not to and she says (again loudly!) 'theyre from X school right? why dont u say hi?' i just try to get her to leave quickly so we can just finish and im getting annoyed atp bc i already told them to not discuss the matter. so ive just made a fool of myself, clearly avoided someone who probably does not give a fuck about me and just acted so weird in front of them bc of some unresolved feelings inside me (im just so scared for some reason that i cannot understand). i now feel embarrassed and stupid, i feel i massively overreacted at the time, i shouldve acted normal bc we prlly wouldnt have even entered a conversation or anything and everything wouldve moved more normally if i just acted like a normal person but now they gon think bad stuff about me and prlly talk about this with another person in our ex-'friend' group that theyre best friends with... i want to just die

i cant stop ruminating

i need outside perspective on all this, i feel like im going insane

if you read all this, sorry its long and ty for putting up with it.

what would people have thought if they had seen this on a reality TV show?

For years, Melanie and I had been inseparable since our days back in high school. So, when she asked me to be her Maid of Honor, my excitement was through the roof. Motivated by a desire to see her wedding day become as magical as possible, I didn't hesitate in spending generously on the bridal shower, a lavish bachelorette weekend getaway, décor, and various other wedding-related expenses. The total cost ran into thousands of dollars—a significant sum for my husband and me—but Melanie was like a sister to me, and I wanted nothing but the best for her special day.

However, things took an unexpected turn two months ago when I announced my pregnancy. Initially, Melanie appeared happy for me but soon started to distance herself. She began to exclude me from wedding-related discussions and frequently hinted at how challenging it was to manage a wedding when people were not fully focused. At first, I attributed this change to pre-wedding stress.

But just a few days back, Melanie sat me down for a talk and bluntly stated she no longer wanted me in her wedding. Shockingly, she complained that I was “getting too fat” and that my presence would not complement her "wedding vision" in the photographs. Shocked and hurt, I questioned if this was due to my pregnancy, but she denied it, claiming her decisions were impersonal. Additionally, she declared she was replacing me with another friend who seamlessly matched her “aesthetic.”

Reacting to this news, I told her that since I am not to be a part of her wedding, I wouldn’t attend it either. I presented her with all the receipts of my expenses and insisted that either she or her fiancé compensate me, given that these were costs I incurred as her Maid of Honor. This demand infuriated Melanie, who called me selfish and accused me of trying to sabotage her wedding. She labeled my request for reimbursement as “tacky,” claiming that such expenses were “my responsibility as MOH.” I countered that since she removed me from the role, these were no longer my expenses.

Since that confrontation, I’ve been bombarded with calls and messages from Melanie, her fiancé, and even their families. They've branded me as petty and overly sensitive, blaming my "pregnancy hormones" while telling me I should have just let the matter slide and considered the money a loss due to wedding stresses.

My husband, however, has stood firmly by my side, insisting that I was right to stand up for myself. He also shares a sense of outrage over Melanie's demeaning behavior and supports my decision not to absorb these costs for a wedding we are no longer welcome to.

Feeling both betrayed and humiliated by someone I regarded as a close friend has been incredibly painful. Even so, the relentless criticism makes me wonder if I perhaps reacted too severely.

Had this been captured on a reality show, viewers would likely be split. Some might view my strong stance sympathetically, as standing up for dignity against a friend's unreasonable demands. Others might see it as creating drama or lacking understanding toward the unique pressures a bride faces.

What’s your take: Should I have fought for reimbursement or let it go? For me, my friend turned into a real Bridezilla...

Struggling with a difficult phase, I'm sitting down to share something that's been troubling me lately. Over the past several months, I've found myself grappling with an increasingly negative outlook towards my romantic life, particularly around my challenges in finding a girlfriend. Initially, I chalked up my lack of success to bad luck or just being in a slump. But as time passed, the rejections piled up, and I had to fight harder against some toxic thoughts creeping into my mind.

The tipping point for me was when someone I had grown close to over about nine months rejected my romantic advances just because of my hair color. Her exact words were something akin to, "You're a great friend, but I'm just not attracted to your hair." This rejection based on something so superficial was a new kind of pain, especially since she and I shared a deep connection otherwise.

Seeing other men, who didn’t treat women well, face no repercussions in social settings like clubs further messed with my head. This observation seemed to validate the unjust world view I was trying to resist, which some call the 'chad' mindset - where seemingly unkind or arrogant men appear to succeed effortlessly with women.

This struggle came to a head recently when a friend’s girlfriend organized a group trip that included me and one of her single friends. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to meet someone new in a less pressured setting. However, inconsistencies in her availability – being free one day and not the next – left me feeling frustrated and jilted yet again.

I am actively trying to better myself – hitting the gym, focusing on advancing my career, and reconnecting with sports to regain my old form. Despite these efforts, my confidence is shaky, and the fear of spiraling into an 'incel' mindset – where one blames women for their romantic failures – haunts me.

Imagining myself in a reality show discussing these issues, I wonder how it would be perceived. Would the audience empathize with my struggle, or would they judge me for these creeping negative thoughts? It’s a risky exposure that could either garner support or backlash, reflecting the polarized views of society on such matters.

If anyone out there has overcome similar hurdles or can offer perspective, your guidance would be invaluable right now.

I've been married for a decade now, and over this period, I've taken on about 95% of the cooking duties along with sorting out meals when we order in. My husband, Michael, has a big appetite but no interest in cooking. Often, he can't even decide what he wants to eat, so the responsibility of choosing falls on me. I have a knack for cooking and usually enjoy it, but there are days when I feel too exhausted and just don't want to deal with it. Although we both enjoy similar types of food, there are certain dishes I love that Michael doesn't care for. This limits me to only eating them when dining out alone, cooking them for myself when he's not around, or preparing separate meals for each of us at home. Consequently, I usually end up cooking only the dishes that we both will eat.

Sometimes, this arrangement is frustrating because I occasionally crave foods I know he won’t eat. Michael expects that anytime I cook, no matter how small the meal, I should be cooking for him as well. However, since he seldom cooks, this typically means I end up cooking for both of us or not at all when he's home. There have been times when he would just munch on snacks all day without preparing a real meal. Yet, if I step into the kitchen, he expects me to ask if he wants something. This expectation puts me in an uncomfortable position, especially when I just want to whip up something quickly for myself the way I prefer it. Including him makes the process longer and more complicated.

This routine feels suffocating. Do I always need to cater to his needs whenever I'm cooking? According to my husband, the answer is yes. He views it as impolite for me to make something without offering to prepare him a portion too. Just last week, while he was on vacation and I was working from home, I overslept and had to scramble to log on for work. After a quick shower, I dashed into the kitchen to prepare some coffee and scramble some eggs with leftover rice. He had already grabbed coffee but hadn’t fixed himself breakfast. Rushed, I took my meal to my home office. Later, he seemed irritated, and it turned out he was upset because I hadn't made him breakfast. Despite the rush to start my workday on time, it wasn’t clear to me why he couldn't have managed his own breakfast, especially considering he rarely opts for eggs and rice.

Am I wrong for not cooking for my husband every time I cook for myself?

Imagine if this scenario unfolded on a reality show; viewers would likely be split. Some might sympathize with the stress of juggling work and home life, criticizing Michael for not being more self-sufficient. Others might argue that as a partner, it's courteous to always consider the other person’s needs, painting me as neglectful or selfish for not extending the offer.

I’m 23f and I’ve never had any sexual or romantic experience (no holding hands or talking stage). It just never happened for me. Most of my life I didn’t really care or pay attention to it, but it’s like I “woke up” about two or three years ago and looked around and realised I’m so behind everyone else my age. Since then I’ve been trying and failing to do something about it and it’s been affecting my mental health really badly. I can be pretty socially anxious but I’ve been trying to work on that. I’ve been trying to go out more and meet new people, but every time I’ve approached a guy I’ve been rejected. I know that happens and maybe I’ve just had bad luck, but it really messed with my self-esteem as well. I’m not particularly attractive but I try to work with what I have. All that affected my mental health really badly and turned my inexperience into a massive insecurity, making me embarrassed and feel that it’s “too late” now. I see it as a proof that no one found me desirable before. It’s gotten so bad I’m even avoiding my friends now because I feel like I’m so much worse than them. Now I’m worried that even if I do find someone I could get along with, he’s going to be weirded out and turn me down because of it.

i don't really know why i’m here, but i guess i needed somewhere to unload this without getting torn apart in real life. i cheated on my girlfriend. yes. it happened. once. i wish i could wrap it up in excuses or pretend it meant nothing but that'd be lying again. and i think i’m already full on that. we’ve been together for almost a year, she’s been nothing but decent to me. i met the other girl during a weekend party, things escalated; it wasn’t premeditated. there’s no passion behind it, not even lust really, just a dumb impulsive choice from someone who clearly doesn’t think ahead. i’ve read enough relationship psychology to know that what i did is textbook self-sabotage, yet here i am, acting shocked at the result. i haven’t told her. i don’t think i will. is that selfish? maybe. probably. but if the guilt eats me alive, isn’t that punishment too? am i supposed to hand her pain just because i created it?

my biggest problem is trying to calculate consequences like i’m doing damage control in a lab experiment. i think in probabilities, scenarios, long-term psychological impact, but none of that helps when you look at her and she’s smiling like the world makes sense. i can’t even enjoy time with her now. everything feels off, fake, like i’m in some kind of simulation running on bad code. maybe that’s dramatic but it's the only comparison that fits. she keeps talking about our summer plans, about little things we’ll do together, and i’m nodding along like an actor trapped in a scene i never auditioned for. some people say if you regret it, you’ve learned something. but does it count if you still hide it? if you still protect yourself first? people talk about closure and confession but what if i’m just scared of watching someone i care about fall apart because of me. maybe i already broke this relationship the second it happened and i’m just delaying the expiration date;

i don’t know what kind of man this makes me. i never saw myself as “that guy.” now i wonder if that’s exactly who i’ve always been and just never had the opportunity to find out. character isn’t tested when everything’s fine — it’s tested when you can get away with something and still choose not to. and i failed that test. miserably. if you’re reading this and you’ve ever thought about doing what i did, ask yourself: what do you think happens after? you think you’ll feel better? stronger? validated? because it’s none of that. it’s quiet. heavy. stupid. and it just sits with you. maybe i’ll come clean. maybe i won’t. either way, i don’t think i deserve her anymore, but i also don’t know if she deserves the truth in this way. how do you weigh truth against peace? and if the truth only serves to fracture someone else's sense of safety, is it even moral to reveal it? i’m not looking for sympathy. just had to let it out somewhere. thanks if you read.

I think I might be the floater friend. I used to have a friend group of four people including me. I was actually the last one to be included, and I tend to be the quiet one while the other three are the ones who talk all the time. But that doesn’t mean I never react to their messages, I do. I’m just not the type who likes to initiate conversations all the time, especially when there’s nothing happening in my life.

But I can sense them slowly drifting away from me. I feel like one of them is the “leader” of the group, and she’s the one who kind of decides where the relationship goes between all of us. I recently found out they went back to their old group chat where I’m not included. I asked if something was going on, and we talked it out, but in the end they still ended up talking only among themselves.

Honestly, it really sucks. I feel excluded, but there’s nothing more I can do because I’ve already addressed it, and everything after that feels out of my control. I guess I’ll just let this friendship slowly fall apart.

I am unsure how to begin but I guess it’s something that has been staying inside for a while now and I need to let it out??? I am 32 years old, male, and in a situation where things are not as I would prefer them to be; not terrible or tragic or chaotic — just not what I expected, not fulfilling, not truly aligned with what I believed life would look like at this point. I go to work, I come home, I eat, I sleep, and then I repeat, and while the routine itself is not harmful or unhealthy or anything, it lacks warmth, it lacks color, it lacks anything that feels meaningful!!! Is that what growing up is about??? Being stable but entirely emotionally neutral??? Because if it is, I’m not happy!!!

My days feel long but the weeks fly by — isn’t that odd??? I sit at my desk, handle all my responsibilities, stay polite with coworkers, I answer calls, I go to meetings, I complete my tasks in time, and then I go home, and when I get there, it’s not like anything is waiting for me. It’s not depressing, it’s just flat. I don’t hate my life, but I certainly don’t love it either. There is no one waiting at home to talk to me, and I do not have the energy to reach out to others — not because I don’t care, but because I just don’t know what I would even say. “Hi, how are you?” seems fake. “Can we talk?” seems too much. I cook dinner, or I order something when I’m too tired, and I sit alone while I eat and scroll on my phone, but I don't even care what I’m looking at??? Why do we do this???

Weekends are the strangest part of it all. People look forward to them, don’t they??? Two days to do what you want — but what is it I even want anymore??? I used to go on hikes or meet with friends, but now everyone is busy or married or away or just not in that headspace. I clean my apartment, I do laundry, I water my plants — yes, I have plants, and they’re still alive somehow, which makes me feel like I’m doing okay, at least at the bare minimum. Sometimes I try new recipes or reorganize my shelves just to make the hours pass faster. It’s like I’m filling time with filler tasks, not because I want to but because I don’t want to sit still and think too much. But is that living??? Or just not dying???

I understand this all probably sounds dramatic but I assure you I am just being honest. I’m not sad. I’m not angry. I’m not even really anxious, which surprises me. I just... feel muted. And I think there must be other people out there who feel the same and maybe they also don’t talk about it much??? Maybe they’re sitting in their living rooms wondering what the point is, and wondering if they should be grateful for the peace or resentful for the emptiness. I’m not asking for sympathy — just wondering out loud, typing it here, hoping someone might read this and nod and say “yeah, same.” That would be enough for me!!! Just knowing someone out there understands, without needing to fix it or change it or judge it.

Still, I try to look ahead. I make lists of things to do that I might enjoy. I signed up for a language course — maybe learning something new will help, maybe meeting people through that will shift something. I even started jogging again last week, and my legs hated it but I kind of liked the effort, the movement, the sweat. It reminded me I’m still in there somewhere, still alive. I think hope doesn’t always come from big dreams or sudden joy, sometimes it’s just the choice to keep trying, even when it feels pointless; I’ll keep showing up, doing small things, adjusting when I can, and maybe eventually, things will feel lighter. Maybe that’s the point??? Not to feel amazing all the time, but just to keep moving until something clicks. Are you also not happy??? Maybe we’re not alone in this.

I am currently under a lot of stress due to having te move, so I didn't celebrate my birthday. After forgetting valentines day, my bf promised me this saturday would be my day and I may choose something I wanted to do together. We haven't been on dates in so long and I loved that idea!

Now, I have come up with so many things to do and he is so negative about all my ideas. (Zoo, arcadehall etc) I actually don't even want to go anymore, he does this a lot. Everytime I want to do something it never happens or I have to beg for it for months, and even if we do stuff he is withdrawing himself.

I really looked forward to having a date with him again, and I am tired of having to plan something, just for him to act this way.

If we do something he enjoys I always (even if I don't fully like it) try to enjoy it and never be negative. But my feelings also matter and I am tired of my feelings being ignored. I have talked about his behaviour in the past, and he does agree that his behaviour is bad and told me he wants to work on it himself and that he doesn't need help.

Especially in the situation I am in rn. There is a housing crisis and it takes a lot of money and stress to move. We haven't gone out for months and I haven't had a nice fun thing in months. Everyday feels like surviving at this moment in this situation and I really looked forward to our date :/

Around three months ago, my boyfriend Ethan (26) moved into my house. I'm 25 and we've been together for three years. It's been fantastic, except for one small, yet growing issue.

Being eco-conscious, I avoid wastage and prefer reusing items whenever possible. I shop at zero-waste stores and store my groceries in reusable glass jars. After using items like spaghetti sauce or mustard, I clean the jars to use them again. I've told Ethan that he doesn’t have to clean them; just leaving them in the sink after use would be fine. Also, I keep all cardboard for reuse - be it for grocery shopping, gifting, or storage. Anything that comes in wrap or brown paper, I save to use as gift wrapping.

Ethan is aware of my habits and often expresses a desire to be more environmentally friendly. However, he doesn’t seem to remember to save reusables for me. For instance, while moving, he decided to discard a bunch of old clothes. I planned to take them to a local charity and asked Ethan to bring them home. Yet, they never appeared; he admitted to discarding them in his old apartment's communal trash bin to avoid the hassle.

Recently, when our new vacuum arrived with a lot of cardboard, he tore up and tossed away all the packaging. Practically every time I take out the recycling, I discover items like glass jars that I could have reused, thrown away instead. Just yesterday, after Ethan made lasagna using three glass jars, I found the jars disposed of in the recycling bin, two even shattered. When I confronted him about it post-dinner, reminding him gently to keep these for me, he got upset, accusing me of caring more about the jars than his effort in making the dinner.

I understand we think differently about waste — where I see potential for reusing and recycling, he does not see it immediately. While I know my efforts alone aren't earth-saving, they're significant to me.

Is it really so challenging for him to remember this simple request? How much effort does it take for him to try a bit harder in this aspect?

If this scenario unfolded on a reality show, I imagine viewers would be split. Some might sympathize with my frustration over the repeated forgetfulness, while others could argue that I'm overreacting over what they see as trivial matters. The drama would certainly stir up a lively debate among viewers, showcasing different attitudes toward environmental conservation and household harmony.

I tried a dating app awhile ago, I think two months now, and matched with a really sweet girl but it ended poorly to say the least. She told me that she was monogamous and acespec like me, but then tried to polybomb me, basically saying though she could see herself in a relationship with me that I wasn't worth monogamy. I'm still really hurt by that, it was the first time I really tried putting myself out there after a lot of trauma in my life (which she knew about- was one of the few people to not just treat me like crap right off the back for it. I told her more than I have ever told most people, not everything, but a lot) and so now I'm just... Sad.

I feel like I just don't belong anywhere. I'm intersex and transfem, preferring T4T, but my being intersex makes a not small number of the trans community say I "don't count" or "can't be trans" among other things. On top of that, it seems like there are no acespec or monogamous trans people, especially not transfems. I will just call myself queer and sapphic leaning for the sake of this post. It's not a lie, it's not wrong, it's just also not completely correct and doesn't say the whole picture.

My being disabled and chronically ill also makes a lot of potential partners steer clear. I feel like I have no community for FRIENDSHIP let alone romance with all I have going on, plus being stuck in a deep red part of an already red state, I was attacked just trying to buy groceries a few weeks after the election so I'm even more hesitant to even try to go anywhere for anything. I haven't set foot back in that store, settling for buying food at dollar stores as they're the only other thing close to where I live, because I'm so terrified of people hurting me again. I've thought of trying a dating app again, but I'm afraid of being manipulated like before again, and with the state of things I can see dating apps soon becoming dangerous for the lgbtqia2p community in general.

The world just feels so hostile, I have so much going on (see my last entries and just... A lot I won't get into), all I want is someone to cuddle up to and get through the storm with. Someone I can lean on, let them lean on me, be myself with and be loved/accepted wholly. Give them that in return. I don't think I've ever had anyone really do that to/for/with me. Platonic, familial, romantic- nothing. Whole other cans of worms.

I don't know. I guess I just want to say watch out for people who lie about being mono then try to polybomb you, and if any of you who do that sort of thing are reading this, cut it the hell out. It's also not being bigoted towards poly folk to just not want to be poly or date anyone who is poly, quit acting like it is, and telling someone that they're not worth commitment essentially? Disgusting. You're poly, fine and dandy, don't shame people who aren't or try to trick them into it. That's also not be polybashing, either. I'm just, admittedly, very hurt and traumatized further after that experience. In order to explain just why, I'd have to give information that would doxx me however, so I will not.

I also want to say, I wish sex wasn't put on such a high pedestal in love, that there were more people who liked cuddling and emotional connection over intimacy in that way. I wish cis people didn't see me, intersex person, as a broken thing needing fixed- that trans people would recognize I'm part of the community and have no privilege over them. We are both hurt by the same bigotry, the same bigots, I just want community and to belong. I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want to find my forever people, friends and love, make the family I never got to have.

Does anyone have any advice for what I can do in my situation in regards to attempting to date? Or am I a lost cause?

This site has become my way to scream into the void, I guess, I'm sorry I'm so depressing.

I’m someone who leans more toward anxiety, and I’m currently working on that. But sometimes I still get confused about whether it’s okay not to text my partner when I don’t really have anything to say, especially because my partner doesn’t like texting and we don’t live together.

When we haven’t texted or there’s no small talk that day, my mind starts spiraling, and I get scared that the relationship is slowly falling apart. I know that if there’s no actual problem, everything is fine, and I’ve gotten better at not reacting to those thoughts.

But honestly, I still don’t know how to show up in the relationship without feeling afraid that things are one-sided.

I’m just sitting here, scrolling through photos of my husband, and honestly, it can get pretty lonely sometimes. Like, don’t get me wrong, I’m super proud of him; he’s out there serving and doing what he loves, but when I think about how my day-to-day looks compared to his, it feels like we’re living in separate worlds. I’m 27, and I just live in this small town, working my job, going to the gym, and hanging out with friends on weekends, but I always come home to an empty house. I mean, I’ve got my dog, and he’s a great buddy, but it's just not the same, you know? Plus, I miss all those little things we used to do together, like cooking dinner or binge-watching our favorite shows. Now, most nights, I just end up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, scrolling through Netflix, saying, “Wow, this would’ve been fun with him." 😔

I think one of the hardest parts is when I see everyone else enjoying their relationships. I mean, my friends will post those cute couple pics, and I’m really happy for them, but it hits different when you’re in a relationship but still feel alone. Every now and then, I catch myself staring at his empty side of the bed and wishing things were different. Just last week, I had a pretty rough day at work—I was all stressed out, and all I wanted was to talk to him. I picked up my phone, but then it hit me again that it was just going to be a short voice message. I mean, I’d pour my heart out, and he wouldn’t hear it until who knows when; it’s tough feeling so far away. But I try to focus on the good things, like keeping a journal where I write letters to him. It feels therapeutic, and maybe one day he’ll read them and just realize how much I miss him, you know?

For me, being a military spouse is a mixed bag; there are days when the loneliness just kind of creeps in, but I also find ways to stay connected. I set reminders for us to FaceTime at least once a week, and those little chats really make it worth it. I’ve started finding little hobbies too, like painting, which helps me work through feelings and express myself. It’s like a little escape right at home when I can’t be with him. Maybe you’ve found yourself feeling lonely in your relationship too? I hope to hold onto that hope that this phase will get better and that one day, we’ll have more time together. It’s all about the little moments we create, even from miles away; I just need to hang in there and keep looking forward to when we’ll finally be together again.