Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

I don't know why I wanted two dog, put I got two dogs month apart. At first things were going perfectly. My family loved these new puppies.

But all went wrong when they first got canine Parvovirus. That few week was very hard for me, I was scared and blamed myself for being too selfish and spoiled. I could've just gotten one dog and take care of him, but I didn't end ended up making two innocent soul almost died.

But surprisingly they gone through this dangerous disease fine. They were healthy and perfect. But the pet hospital didn't vaccined them because they were coughing. And that's when things went really really downfall. They canine influenza month after getting healthy. Doctors said put them into sleep because there is no medical for this disease.

I'm writing this because I really don't know what to do. I want to give up, and put them in peace. But I can't because of my own selfishness. I love my two dog... I just want that first month when I had them first. And please if you been through this fucking disease is there any way of treating it. Or at least making the pain go away so I can be with my dogs little longer?

( sorry for the bad grammar and sentence development)

Hello all, I might sound a bit ridiculous, but I really need to vent. Yesterday, I picked up a regular-sized bottle of salad dressing for a dinner I was planning. To give you a bit of background, I handle most of our financial responsibilities—groceries, the mortgage, you name it. I usually get along well with my partner, but we recently had an argument over the most trivial thing. Typically, a bottle of salad dressing lasts me about one or two weeks because I don’t use much. We decided to have dinner together last night, and to my surprise, I noticed the entire bottle was empty. It seems like my partner used it all in just one day. I felt this was a bit excessive and selfish.

When I confronted him, I simply suggested, “Maybe you could use a bit less so it lasts longer?” But instead of understanding, the conversation blew up into a massive fight. He laughed and accused me of “making a mountain out of a molehill over some dressing.” Since I’m the main one buying groceries and this isn't the first time that food has disappeared before I get a chance to enjoy it, I’m frustrated. We’ve talked about this before. He thinks I’m being petty about a few dollars, but from my perspective, it’s about being considerate since I’m footing the bill. It’s just us two in the house—no kids. So, am I being unreasonable?

Imagine if this was a segment on a reality TV show. The scene could dramatically zoom in on the empty salad dressing bottle as suspenseful music plays, then cut to our heated dialogue with viewers at home gasping at the audacity. How would the audience react to such an everyday disagreement blown up on screen? Would they side with me for seeking some consideration, or would they think I'm overreacting about something minor?

How do viewers think a reality show audience might react to my salad dressing dilemma?

Okay, so this is super embarrassing, but I really need to get it off my chest. There’s this guy I’ve been crushing on for literally forever, and now I can’t stop thinking about him even though I know nothing is ever going to happen. Like, how do you even get over someone you never dated? It feels so dumb, but it hurts just as bad as if we’d broken up or something.

We met at this summer job last year, and at first, it was just small talk. But then, I don’t know, he’d always smile at me or laugh at my jokes, and I thought maybe he liked me back? I started imagining us hanging out, going on dates, all that cute couple stuff. Except none of it ever actually happened. He was super friendly to everyone, and I guess I wasn’t really special to him, even though he felt so special to me.

I didn’t even realize how deep I’d fallen until I saw him post a picture with another girl on his Instagram last week. It wasn’t even a super romantic picture or anything, but she was tagging him in all her stories, and they looked so happy together. My stomach legit dropped when I saw it. That’s when it hit me: he’s never going to see me that way. He probably never did.

So now, here I am, feeling like an idiot. It’s not like I can call it a breakup or cry to my friends about how “we” didn’t work out. There wasn’t a “we” to begin with. But it still hurts, you know? Like, why am I this upset over someone who probably never thought twice about me?

I keep replaying all the times we talked, trying to figure out if I just read the signals wrong or if I was just imagining the whole thing. Maybe I got carried away because I wanted it to be true so bad. And now, I feel so stupid because he’s out there living his life, completely unaware of how much space he’s been taking up in my head.

I tried all the “tips” people give for getting over someone. I deleted his number, unfollowed him on social media, and started distracting myself with other stuff like school and hanging out with friends. But no matter what I do, he’s still there, popping into my head at the most random times. Like, I’ll hear a song or see something that reminds me of him, and it’s like I’m back to square one.

What’s worse is that I feel so alone in this. Everyone else is dealing with real breakups, real relationships, and here I am, crying over a guy who doesn’t even know I feel this way. If this was a reality show, I bet people would just laugh at me. They’d be like, “Why is she making such a big deal over nothing?” And honestly? I’m kind of laughing at myself too.

But it doesn’t change how I feel. If anyone else has gone through this, like crushing on someone so hard and realizing it’s never going to happen, how did you get over it? Because right now, it feels impossible. I just want to stop caring so much about someone who was never really mine.

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 used to believe that after my skin were nothing, hollow and I wanted to tear my skin out just to see if there were nothing or not, it wasn't really an utter belief but like 99% of it. I still believe it sometime, this skin doesnt feel human, they're not, too artificial to be one, im not human, but not a robot, im a doll, I act like one, its loose once you observe it. Slack if you notice. My mind is not of my own, it whisper to me with a languange i know and dont know, I have to decode quickly to understand. This body is clay, its not human, this body is a doll, its not a human, everybody feels like a doll but logic says differently but I dont believe what they say until I see the flesh, I NEED to see the crimson to believe it, will i? Or will I think its fake again? My "loved one" faces are different, distant and artificial, theyre not them, theyre not people I know. Observing further for more than 3 seconds break my perception of such experience, something beyond my consciousness is controlling how I see things, they want me to think that its them when its not, you can clearly see it, its so obvious! Yet I pretend to act for them, theres no believer here, only the theatre remained, the voice is like a machine repeating words my loved one said, the movement is too doll like to be an actual human, an animal doesnt move like that, i know that for sure! They move freely but my loved one does not? Its weird. The face, its like the fabric felt, its inhumane, everybody else doesnt have that, just my loved one, theyre not them. Somebody is trying to trick me, somebody not human, is it God? God won't do this right? Of course mercy is not bestowed upon me, but one will not give much more suffering right? I, am a sinner after all, yet I believe him, is that not enough? Is anything I do not enough? Everything i do is nonsense, my belief is just not enough for God to give me such presents. Surely, only the sinner will get such suffering, such immeasurable test are not for the loyal are they or does God think I can withstand such torment? Does he want me to bite my flesh off? See my own blood to see whether im genuinely human or not? Is it that? But the knife are scary, I cant even cut vegetables! Im scared but why such torment are to be upon me? There's no others reason except of insanity. The ringing calls me to do it, this body is not mine to control, i cannot do it, something preventing so, is it want to live? Is it not? You too shall question that should you but you dont, why be silent all of the sudden? You always talk in language I cant comprehend, or rather im not hearing you at all? How do I explain this in text? Another voice but incomprehensible unless I hear it yes! A subtle ringing in my ears, tell me opinion, debate with me, and sometime get loud, its clearly just thoughts, like im debating myself! Im not hearing things! Its only the conciousness beyond me, beyond my understanding of normality that tell me do so! And how coud i say no? Its going internally, its clearly not a hallucination!How long was it again 1 month? 2? 3? I don't remember the feeling of wanting to tore my skin off to prove to myself, an urge thats only controlled by distraction, incredible that I have stayed for that long without a scar is it not? Its coming back to me how strong that belief was, I still am in string with it, its not thoughts of 24/7 no but this skin is not what it is, its not biological, you cannot tell me it is, you think i havent tried grounding before? I have, i have, i have, nothing work and really what's the point? Does it matter really, I'll still be "alive" dont worry! Once I try you'll see there's nothing behind it, it act like plastic, is it supposed to be? I think so, im only using my fingers, theres no harm in doing so is it? There's nothing behind it, no blood so why would it damage such body? It may hurt, of course it would. I just taken my antiphyschotic after writing this.

You know. I have believed my attempt worked before too and this is all just purgatory. But that one was less convincing, the body part was really convincing though. The mirror me is different, im looking at stranger, THATS NOT ME, cant you see that? Look at it! The face is not even mine, that body is not mine, its a complete stranger i dont know. seometime i feel like the ringing might be God telling me to rip my skin off to see how he has made me as a sinner, he has me plastic because of my sins cant you see that? The ringing tell

me to end myself, i have indulged in too much sins they say.

It somehow comforted me, the question has been answered, I can lay in peace but can I?

God hasn't confirmed that ill lay as dirt, I'll do his command once I have confirmation

September 13

so I like this boy named henry but I don't know if he likes me back and i wanna ask him but I don't know because so theirs this guy and i'ma just call him j and him and his friends are known for telling people that person a like person b when it's not true. so I'm was walking to my class (keep in mind I have every class with j but I don't have any with henry) and j called my name so I turned around to see what he wanted and he asked me if I wanted put on's with henry but I was already upset with him(J) so I had rolled my eyes and said yeah but as I said that henry started say that he doesn't get down like that but i kinda ignored it and continued walking to class. so, after a few minutes I was already in class but j wasn't so after a few more minutes j walks in the class and tells me that henry said that he was ready when I was and he wanted to know if I knew if I could cook but I was still mad @ j so I said I'm fucking Hispanic why the fuck would I not know how to cook. so fast forward to like maybe a few days later i was outside my school and henry was standing with his friends infront of me and I look up and he was already looking @ me, and we kept eye contact for maybe a second or two then we both look away. so, moving on to lunch time and I told some of the girls @ my lunch table and then we went to go get lunch and they kept telling me that he was looking over here (the lunch line we were standing in) then when we sat down, they said that we was looking @ me a lot. so again, fast forward to today and it friday and i wanna ask him but im scared

It was just probably my imagination or just probably delusional about it lol

I don’t know why some people like to butt in other people lives? Specially sister in-laws. Don’t they have their own family to take care of? I am really frustrated about how they all keep butting in my life. As if I have less problems of my own but one more phone call of them to my mil just make my day more shitty. I try not to get affected but in the end it takes psychological toll on me, it keeps playing in my head like a radio and makes me feel miserable I can’t even complain about them to anyone 😕

I don’t even know where to begin. The weight on my chest feels unbearable, and every time my phone lights up with a message from my parents, I feel like I’m suffocating.

I’m 22 now. I was supposed to be three years into law school, on my way to becoming a lawyer—at least, that’s what I told everyone. My parents. My friends back home. Even my younger cousin who once told me I was his role model.

But the truth? I never even went.

I enrolled the first year just to show them a receipt. After that, I stopped showing up. Never registered for exams. Never took a single credit.

Instead, I partied. I drank. A lot. Every semester, my parents would send over tuition money—money they worked hard to save. My mom picked up extra shifts. My dad skipped vacations. They thought they were investing in my future.

And what did I do? I spent it on drinks, on clubs, on god-knows-what. I let myself spiral deeper and deeper into this fake version of life where I could escape the pressure of being the “first lawyer in the family” and just... disappear into the night.

At first, I told myself I’d fix it next semester. Then the next. And then it just became easier to lie. I learned how to fake grades, how to talk like I was taking legal courses, how to nod and smile when my dad asked about constitutional law or my mom asked when they could come to my graduation.

Now I’m 22, with no degree, no real job, and a lie that’s stretched over years like a trap I set for myself.

I’ve thought about coming clean. A thousand times. I even started writing an email once but just stared at the blinking cursor until I cried.

I see people my age graduating, moving forward, figuring out their lives. And I’m here, still waking up at noon with a hangover and an inbox full of reminders that reality is closing in.

They’re proud of me. That’s the worst part. They still think their son is out there doing something meaningful. I look in the mirror and don’t recognize the person staring back.

What am I going to do?

How do I fix this?

How do I tell them I threw away their money, their trust, their dreams for me?

I wish I could say I have a plan. That I’m turning it around. But all I have right now is this sick feeling in my stomach and a silence that gets louder every day.

If anyone’s been in this kind of mess… how do you start over?

My friend is deliberately ignoring me for reasons I can't explain. I've just kind of shut off the world. My voice stopped working so I can't talk to him to let him know how I feel. I just feel like a horrible person. I can't do life anymore. I can't find any reason to stay alive anymore. Either I'm going to kms or run away. Probably the former.

I'm 39 and feeling like I'm drowning; it's just been too much lately. I love my kids, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I feel like I'm running a marathon with no finish line in sight. My husband? He's there physically, but that's about it. It's like living with a ghost. When did life become so exhausting?

Every morning, I gear up to tackle the chaos. My kids, they're the light of my life, but man, they can be a handful. School lunches, homework, tantrums - it's never-ending. Do you ever feel like you're on autopilot, juggling so much that you can't catch your breath? My husband's in his own world, and I can't remember the last time we had an actual conversation. It's like talking to a wall most days.

At home, I'm doing the all-nighter thing without the party vibes. Laundry, dishes, cleaning up messes, and running after the kiddos... Oh, and did I mention working too? Sometimes I stare at the ceiling, wondering if this is it. Is this what adulting is all about? I try to stay hopeful, but it feels like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. Self-care? That ship sailed a while ago.

I've tried to talk to him, but it's like we're speaking different languages. How do you get through to someone who doesn't seem to care? It's like he's on a permanent vacation from our life. I just want him to notice me, help out a little. It's not too much to ask, right? Sometimes a hug or a simple "How was your day?" would mean the world. Emojis can't solve everything, but 😢 sums it up pretty well.

Still, I tell myself it won't always be like this. Kids grow up, things change. It's just a stormy phase, and I'll come out the other side stronger. I hold onto that hope like a lifeline. Anyone else feeling something similar? Let's hang in there. Life has a funny way of turning things around when you least expect it. I'm ready for that silver lining.

About two months ago, I relocated to a triplex and took up residence in the middle unit. The unit next to me remained vacant until very recently. My new neighbor made quite the entrance last week by knocking aggressively on my door at 9 in the morning. Opening the door to a complete stranger, I was bluntly told to move my car from her designated parking spot. She introduced herself as the new tenant next door but hardly offered any pleasantries before making her demand.

Later that evening after finishing my shift, which runs from 6pm to 2am, I unwound with my routine of showering, eating, and watching some television before heading to bed. That following morning, she was back at my door complaining about the noise of my late-night movements. Despite explaining my work schedule, she insisted I keep the noise down and left visibly upset.

A couple of days afterwards, I returned home to find her car parked in my designated spot. Forced to park on the street, I decided to confront her with the same fervor she had shown. When she opened the door, her immediate response was to critique my approach and flatly refuse to move her car since I wasn’t home to claim the spot.

Fed up, I filed a complaint with our landlord after just her first few days of moving in. When she learned of this, she accused me of bothering her like some petulant child. My colleagues think my actions may have been petty. Am I really the bad guy here?

If this scenario played out on a reality show, audiences would probably be split. Some might cheer for standing up to such brash behavior, while others might criticize the complaint to the landlord as an overreaction. It’s easy to imagine this leading to a dramatic, tension-filled episode with viewers eagerly waiting to see who the landlord sides with or if the neighbors manage to resolve their differences.

I have a friend and at first, we had fun together, vent to me, and , trusted me with secrets. but recently, I noticed that she can just go a full day (in our school) without even saying hi to me, talk to me, takes super long to reply but can reply fast in our circle of friends gc. I was with our friend earlier and she only greeted and even hugged her excitedly asking how was the theatre play we watched like I wasn't there but she only noticed me when she was asking about where am I gonna wait. I feel like she just used me from the beggining cause I was always left alone in school and can be seen as very vulnerable. she said that she wants to protect someone who's vulnerable but she only cares about what person she sees and not like remember the other people. she also said to me that she got used by having the personality of happy go people though. this more happened when she got closed again to her crush who repeatedly hurt her by ignoring the chats and not responding to them. she even reposted posts about being left outland forgotten but I always see her with someone else, other people that always find her, and her that is willingly talking to them. she even left out us for our other friend. she just confuses me idk if she really cares about me. I'm a sensitive person and I can't help to notice and deeply care about what I noticed and what I feel so idk if I'm just being overly sensitive..

I’m a 13 year old gay boy and my whole family is homophobic and I am scared and this has kept me up for many nights the thing that scares me is mostly what I’m gonna do when I’m an adult I do love my family but what about when they find out I’m gay and I’m an adult will my family never talk to me or will I just marry a woman for them to be happy it’s terrifying I don’t know who to talk to so this is my last resort somebody please help me

I’m 13, female and I went on a website looking for someone to talk to so I could vent about my issues with my family. My family, while I love them, has flaws. My parents, even though they’re divorced, still live together in my Mom’s apartment with me and my sister. It had been a rough divorce and I’m not sure if I’m fully over it but I still have lasting things going on. My mom and dad mutter bad things about each other, mostly my dad though. Living in an apartment it’s easy to hear through the paper thin walls and his loud voice doesn’t help. I don’t know if my little sister notices or not but I hope she doesn’t. Anyway, I went on a website that was 18+ where you could talk to strangers anonymously. As expected there were a lot of weird people on there but I skipped past them and found a few good ones. I matched up with this one German guy. I live in New Jersey, USA so we’re nowhere near each other. I found it cool I could talk with someone across the world and we talked about the different countries and our lives. He told me he was 22 and I said I was 19 since the age was 18+. I probably shouldn’t have ever gone on in the first place but I was desperate for someone to listen to me. So we talked and talked. He was really nice and sweet and he listened to me and gave feedback. I told him my insecurities and he said that I was perfect the way I was and not to worry about it and let it drag me down, despite not even seeing a picture of me or anything! I felt so seen and heard. We both had cats. I had one and he had too so we talked about that and made jokes. He was funny and made me smile. So, when I started picking up on him flirting with me I was flattered but dread started to pile up. I liked the flirting, I never felt so nice like I had nothing to change or worry about. Not to mention I’m fairly socially awkward and not on the popular side in my school so while everyone started to date and experiment I lagged behind. Maybe a bit ridiculous I know but I always wanted something like true love. Or even just someone to cherish me like the guys in the books and shows.. and he gave me that. I told him I was part French but only by blood and I didn’t really know French but we still joked about it. I’m in French class so I knew a few French words and sentences so I showed him just as fun, things like how to order from a restaurant and whatnot. He said he had a thing for French girls and I couldn’t help but feel happy and the flutter in my stomach I never really felt before. The time difference was major and he had to go to sleep soon as it was very late at night, or rather early in the morning for him. I never flirted back but I did pick up on all of his. How he wished me goodnight in French, he called me hun, said specific things about comments I made that I knew he did intentionally. That problem is, I’m 13, not 19. It’s wrong and nothing will ever come of it but he doesn’t know that. I’m cat fishing him and I didn’t even mean to! I’m not sure what to do. I’ve been a genuine connection like that for so long and I feel so good around him, he said I make him smile by talking with him. But he doesn’t know I’m 13. I don’t want to let go of what we have, I’m afraid I’ll never find something like that again. I know it can never happen though. And even if I could manage to just stay on a friendly level I’m sure the feelings wouldn’t go away and it wouldn’t change the fact that I have to keep pretending to be 19. He’d find out eventually or at least get suspicious right? I couldn’t tell him, he’d be furious of course and I don’t want to lose the friendship and connection I have. I don’t know what to do now.