Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

I don’t know why but these last few days have felt like weeks.

Everything feels longer slower even.

Like it’s moving by inch by inch.

Like a movie that you’re watching while you trying to keep your eyes open.

You’re trying so hard but when you blink for a long moment it’s still on the same scene.

Everything is just feels pointless.

Like there’s no important end result to any of my actions.

I have the energy to do stuff.

It’s rarely me ever being tired it’s more the lack of motivation.

My body just won’t let me do things I used to.

I’ve learned that energy is like a kids birthday money

you know you have it but yet you will never be able to spend it before it’s gone.

It’s like I’m physically being held back by my brain.

I leave a room and the smile that was there just turns blank.

Everything turns blank so what was the point of all that?

Why is everything watered down?

Things that used to make me giggle hard enough to the point where my stomach would hurt

now makes me give a brief smile if I’m lucky.

I have to force myself to laugh.

I’m not funny anymore.

It’s like my sense of humor expired and now it’s copying the world around it.

I want to be see as funny and outgoing but it never works.

Giving up on that I wanted to be seen as mature and put together

but it just comes off as just stupid dreams of a child

and gets shut down within the first five seconds.

I started to express myself in the page. In the sketchbook.

It looked like a cringe worthy sight but it was how I felt.

So I drew images I saw online and called my own art

because technically that’s what it was.

But deep down it was more. It was how I felt.

A bunch of scribbles that to the normal person would be seen as an image and not a cry for help deep down.

Multiple people saw these dark gore filled pages and didn’t bat an eye.

They complimented it said how good it looked how it was my style not my feelings.

I wish people would see more.

I wish they could see how much I feel trapped.

I wish I could be freed from my brain.

I’ve recently found myself not enjoying most of my old hobbies.

Playing video games feels like chores when I’m alone.

Drawing outside of school hasn’t been done in ages.

I just sit. I sit.

I sit and feel like I want to cry yet my eyes won’t give me the relief of crying.

My chest stays compressed. Having that hurt sad feeling.

I remember joining theatre and thinking acting was easy.

Maybe that’s cause I had always been doing it. I was always able to spot it.

But now I’m seeing it and feeling it in my environment and it’s messing with my head. Just like everything else I’ve done has.

Seventh grade I remember thinking I wasn’t good enough

and hurting myself while I was watching the older better kids.

I had done basketball just as long as the other kids.

Why can’t I do it the same?

Last year it was speech.

I joined expecting greatness but I got last after last after last.

I got our results only to find out I had majority of the problems.

I felt like I was holding you back.

Not allowing you to reach you full potential. Not allowing you to fly.

I remember telling myself I wasn’t good enough.

But this time I didn’t have the experience.

Why was I so hard on myself?

All this happened year after year.

I haven’t yet had my annual burnt out self hatred.

I know it’s coming I can feel it.

I know that my mental health is depleted but yet I know the worst is yet to come.

And I know I’m going to sit there in silence through the whole thing like I’ve done for years.

There used to be so much but then it just went numb

I see things that should hurt me and I know they do

But I just get nothing

I hurt my friends seriously and now they likely can’t stand me. They still follow me on Instagram and are friends with me on discord, not to mention reply to my messages on Instagram but it’s sparingly.

I will be frank, I have serious attachment issues that reared their ugly head. I had introduced them and was jealous they got close and lashed out on them unfairly. I honestly didn’t know about these issues but after doing introspection I figured that out.

We were in a writing community that the three of us ran, I created it, on discord. I took a hiatus saying I’d be back in January but every night I am anxious and can’t sleep. I am irritable, jealous, depressed, and on the verge of tears everyday. I don’t vent to them like I used to, and I don’t talk about my full pains bc I feel like they’ll think I’m judging them. But idk what to do.

I feel like they hate me and would be better off without me. And I love and cherish them so much I am constantly beating myself up.

Hello, hi. This is my first time ever using this venting website. Hopefully, this'll help you if you need it.

I'm a teenage, currently 11th grade. Things gad been draining and even if i do expect it, it comes no easier than said. I feel like I'm on the verge of just crashing out due to assignments and other stupid teenagers and their antics. The teachers expect us to grasp it all because we have 'more' energy. But all I can do for now is do what I can and hope I won't fail school. Being someone with ADHD, it's hard for me to follow the "Normal" study plan without forcing myself, more so other kids here are either too oblivious or mean as heck. Many lacks that bit of maturity to realize what they'll be after graduating. I don't care about teasing and stuff, as I've my friends and family and that's enough. By all my ranting, I just feel so tired. I want things to get better, but maturing is realizing that nothing can be expected, only what I do now and later.

Thanks for hearing my pep talk, I hope all other teens out there who are struggling can make it through.

so i have this friend and shes constnatly talks about either our mututal (her best friend) flower in a semi romantic/plationic way (they got some platonic romance going on idk they're pretty much lesbians togehter) and jaes constantly talking about flower or saying how she misses her or how she wants her to join and will shape everything around her. ALSO, MORE COMMONGLY, she will do the same but for some fictional fucking ANIME GIRL shes UNIRONCIALLY (AND I MEAN THIS SERIOUSLY) FUCKING OBESSED WITH. "I MISS KOHANE" "I LOVE KOHANE" "I LOVE BLONDES (kohanes a blonde)" "KOHANE KOHANE KOHANE KOHANE". if me and my group are talking about something SHE WILL RANDOMLY COM IN AND BE LIKE "I LOVE KOHANE" OR "I LIKE BLONDES" OR "IM A LESBIAN" AND SHE DOES THIS EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. WITHOUT A SINGLE HIT OF A FAIL, IM TELLING YOU EVERY DAY EVERY FUCKING DAY. AND SHE WHATS WORSE, WHEN IM DOING SOMETHING WITH HER OR PLANNING SOMETHING WITH HER TO DO SHE WILL LITERALLY CANCEL IT, JUST TO HANG OUT WITH FLOWER, SHE'S DONE THIS MULITPLE TIMES "sorry me and flower jsut haven't been able to play alot recently!"(genuine paraprashed qoute from her) and I FEEL LIKE I CANT SAY ANYTHING BAOUT IT BECAUSE I CANT TELL IF IM JUST BEING JEALOUS OR IF ITS A REAL PROBLEM BECAUSE I DO FEEL JEALOUS AND INSECURE ABOUT IT BECAUSE I DONT HAVE ALOT OF CLOSE FRIENDSHIPS ANYMORE AND SEEING IT REALLY IRCKKS THE HELL OUT OF ME, ITS NOT EVEN THE FACT SHES OBESSED WITH FLOWER, I LIKE FLOWER TOO AS A FRIEN BUT ITS THE FACT SHE ALWAYS FUCKING CHOOSES HER OVER ANYONE ELSE ESPECIALLY ME AND IT REALLY MAKES ME UPSET AND THINK WHATS THE FUCKING POINT IN TRYING IF I'LL ALWAYS BE TE LAST FUCKING PICK. oh and i forgot to mention, her and flower WHILE acting super lovey dovey and gay with each other will joke around and make fun of me which im not too against because i guess its the groupchat humor to make fun of me i guess and i do it myself sometimes but still

I'm a fairly short guy, standing somewhere between 5'4" and 5'5", and currently in my thirties. My buddy Mike towers over me at 6'1". We first crossed paths at a gathering some years ago, and although he's quite the head-turner, Mike is currently working as a waiter at a local café. I, on the other hand, am doing quite well financially, to put it modestly.

Mike has been dating a girl named Emily. Just the other day, we were all chilling at his apartment, along with a few more of his friends. Unlike them, I don't drink alcohol at all and I absolutely detest it, yet everyone else was indulging and getting pretty tipsary. As the evening wore on, they started throwing around what they considered "banter". One remark targeted my height, ridiculing my single status as well.

Out of the blue, Mike remarked, "Honestly man, it's no shock you're still flying solo—you're seriously on the shorter side, and most ladies would take a pass at first glance." Laughter erupted around the room, Emily included.

Caught off guard, I retorted sharply, "Well, at least I'm not scraping by on a minimum-wage paycheck." I shot back further, "By the way, many women wouldn’t exactly see you as husband material in your current job."

That set off a firestorm. Mike was livid, and the rest of them joined the fray. A fiery verbal exchange erupted. Eventually, I told them to bugger off and stormed out.

Had this been captured on a reality show, the reaction might have been explosively mixed. Reality TV thrives on conflict and dramatic confrontations, so it's likely the audience would have been hooked, eagerly taking sides. Viewers might debate whether my response was justified or if I should have kept my cool. Social media would buzz with opinions, some calling me out for my comments about Mike’s job, while others might sympathize with my reaction to the personal digs about my height.

Am I the bad guy here, or what? He started...

So about 2 weeks ago my best friend found out one of the girls he was talking too was also talking to me and he also found out we had sex 2 nights prior.. So he hit me up on a friday like any other weekend and said he wanted to hang out so I invited him over. As soon as he got there i was already in my pajama pants bc it was like 8:00 at night and these pants are kinda thick bc they are like a fuzzy material (but they are no where near as thick as blue jeans which is why he caused so much damage i think) and i didnt have underwear on bc of how soft the pants were i didnt really need any but anyways, he immediately brought up the situation and I told him it wasn't that big of a deal and as soon as I said that he reached between my legs with one hand and grabbed and pulled my dick upwards and kinda twisted it leaving my balls wide open and he was really able to get a grip on it bc i wasnt wearing underwear and with his other hand he punched me in the balls 4 times it was enough force i remember it making my eyes roll back and it made me moan which was kinda strange but that was just a natural sound that came out i went to the doctor 3 days after it happened bc the swelling never went down but all the doctor said was they were going to be extremely sore for a couple weeks they are still a little swollen now and extremly sore but the girl that started all this has no idea what happened and I plan on keeping it that way lol

i’m 19 and i feel like i missed the damn memo on how to love someone. everyone around me is falling in love like it’s some biological reflex—like breathing, like blinking. my friends talk about “butterflies” and “sparks” and that shit just sounds made up. i’ve tried dating, i’ve tried hooking up, i’ve even tried just feeling something when someone looks at me a certain way. but nope. nothing. i’m like emotionally flatlined. am i broken? it’s not like i hate people, i just don’t know what it means to love them. it’s frustrating as hell watching others get so swept up in emotions i can’t even relate to. like, how do you know you love someone? what does it even f***ing feel like? 🤷‍♀️

my friends get all soft over someone texting them “good night” and meanwhile i’m sitting there dissecting the tone and spacing like it’s a damn forensic report. they say love is about connection, chemistry, timing—okay cool, but that’s not a goddamn tutorial. no one tells you how to actually get there. do i fake it until it happens? do i keep swiping through people like i’m scrolling for answers? and don’t tell me “you’ll just know” because that’s useless. i want to feel things, but i can’t manufacture that shit. and then you wonder if it’s asexuality, aromanticism, some kind of emotional dysfunction—but none of it feels like the right diagnosis. i crave something i don’t even understand, something i’ve never had; something maybe i’m not built for.

what if i’m just a highly logical person whose emotional receptors are set to factory default? i analyze behavior, assess compatibility, evaluate risk like a f***ing machine. my brain’s running algorithms and everyone else is writing poetry. i’m sick of pretending like i get it. i want to scream when people say “you’ll find the one” like it’s inevitable. what if i don’t? what if i’m fundamentally incompatible with love? am i supposed to just keep watching everyone else play house while i sit in the audience? 🫠 i want to love, i want to feel, but i can’t fake intimacy, i can’t invent desire; i don’t even know what i’m missing. so yeah—how the hell do you love someone?

I am a single mother of two kids (6 months and 5 years). I chose to be a single mother (my kids are donor conceived).

I’m lucky enough to have a good job as a French teacher in a private school, and I have a paid-off house thanks to my parents' life insurance and inheritance.

Before having my kids, I saved a year’s worth of living expenses so I could take a sabbatical to recover from birth and bond with them. While on sabbatical, I still tutor some kids for extra income.

My friend (34F) just had a baby 2 months ago. She is the breadwinner in her household, and her husband has been unemployed since he was laid off during COVID.

It was great to be pregnant at the same time as my friend and have someone with a newborn, but things have turned sour.

She’s been saying how jealous she is of me being able to take a whole year off work, how she wishes she didn’t have to worry about losing their home, and how she doesn’t even have a couple hundred dollars in savings, let alone a year’s worth of living expenses.

I usually ignore it or brush it off because I kind of understand the stress she’s under.

About 10 days ago, she started hinting that she can’t afford daycare, and any mention of her husband taking care of their kid is brushed off. She then started remarking on how much free time I must have, which I deflected by saying truthfully that being a single mom to a baby and a small kid leaves me no free time.

Last night, she finally asked if I could “do her a favor” and watch her kid while she’s at work. I was firm but polite when I said that I couldn’t; I am not capable of watching two kids under 6 months.

She started almost begging me, saying she can’t afford daycare and if she doesn’t go back to work, she’ll lose her job and they’ll end up homeless. I brought up her husband again, and she said he wasn’t good with kids and isn’t capable of taking care of their kid.

I kept saying no, she kept pushing until it escalated to her calling me heartless, and me telling her that it’s not my problem she chose to have a kid with a useless man.

Now she’s blocked me, and I feel very guilty about what I said. I feel like shit.

If this situation happened on a reality show, I wonder how the audience would react. Would they think I was being too harsh, or would they understand my point of view? Would my friend be seen as sympathetic, or would people criticize her for her choices and the position she’s put herself in?

My wife and I have been together for a delightful six years. When we initially became a couple, she was quite slender. Over the years, she's put on a little weight. Now, she has a fuller figure, which I personally find very attractive. To me, her size doesn’t matter; she's the love of my life, and I absolutely adore her.

Earlier this year, an excellent job opportunity arose in my hometown, offering nearly twice my current salary. Considering our goal to pay off our mortgage, I accepted the job. Since my wife manages our home full-time, we spent several months discussing how this change would influence our daily lives. By April, we had a plan established: I would reside with my parents during the week and return to spend the weekends with my wife.

The initial few months of this arrangement were tough, however, I cherished the moments spent with my wife. Unfortunately, it seemed the change was harder on her than anticipated. She began withdrawing socially, stopped wearing makeup, and swapped her form-fitting clothes for looser alternatives. While her change in attire didn’t bother me per se, it was upsetting to see her struggling.

Last month, I decided to take the first week of September off from work to surprise her for her birthday on the 4th. Prior to my return, I went shopping for her gifts, picking out a light pink corset lingerie set with a matching thong from Victoria’s Secret—light pink being her favorite color. I also bought her some jewelry, flowers, and a Ninja blender she had been wanting.

I commenced my drive home on August 31st, excitedly revealing to my wife that I had taken the week off to celebrate her birthday. I teased her about her gifts being in the car, and eventually yielded to her pleas to let her open them early. When she reached the last gift—the lingerie—her initial smile faded. Confused, I asked what was wrong, to which she retorted, “Are you serious? A small? Are you fucking serious?” I explained that it had always been her size, but we could easily exchange it if needed. Her reaction escalated quickly; she began crying, locked herself in our bedroom, and furiously told me not to touch her when I attempted to comfort her. Her accusations flew, asking if she was just an object or a plaything to me, which was never my intention. Hurt and bewildered, she demanded that I leave, claiming I had ruined her birthday.

Looking back, I can only imagine how this would play out if it were part of a reality TV show. Likely, the viewers would split, some sympathizing with my intention to please and surprise her, while others might criticize the choice of gift considering the sensitive nature of women's sizing. Reality TV thrives on such personal dramas, but the real focus should remain on understanding and communication in such situations.

I don't know why I had to endure the treatment I endured. I feel like I lived surrounded by pure monsters, by people who wanted to change my life, who didn't love me. I don't know why I had to live through something like that. What did I do to the world to have to live through something like that? I had to put everyone in their place. It's as if they'd been waiting a long time for the day this would happen. I'd never seen such vengeful intent on the part of my family. I feel like it was the worst, on the part of medicine, on the part of the world.

I didn't understand why the hell the world turned against me. What did I do? I just wanted to be free from everyone. Why this eagerness to grab me? Do they think that because I'm a family member, I'm doomed to receive their punishment? They're all crazy. How many after-effects didn't they leave me with? How much did I have to write to survive the after-effects? So that these things wouldn't affect me in the future. And the psychiatrist ignores this! Why did I have to walk the path alone again? I don't understand. I feel like this is a very real reality for me. I'm having a hard time processing it fully.

It brings tears to my eyes. Why did I have to fight with my family? My departure was supposed to have made them reflect on their principles, but they weren't even capable of that. They only reflected on some brutal things, trying to figure out how to intervene with me. How could I be like this? Why the hell did I encounter such a bunch of macabre people? How long will I have to live putting them in their place? Don't they have the capacity to reflect? To learn? What the hell is wrong with them? Do you have problems there or something?

It can't be that I left for three years and these people only got worse. I can't believe it. They hit me, once, twice, three times, and now a fourth time. Who the hell needs to go to a psychiatrist? Me or them? It's clear they have serious behavioral problems. The same things happen again and again. They lack the ability to learn, they seek to do things secretly, seeking to do more harm. Why do these people only improve, leading them astray? Until when? Is it that a case in them cannot be trusted? Where is the education? I find it hard to believe that this I found is a family of mine. Personally, I say it, I admit it, it can't be that I found it, it's my blood. I can't believe this is my blood. Once again, pushing them aside, to the side, happened again. Until when?

I ask myself: Do these individuals really want family? Do these individuals really want to be with me? Where is the desire that verifies it? Where is the affection? It can't be that they're going back to the same mistakes as before. It can't be. It's clear that they don't want to get out of the same situation they're in with me. They're just making excuses, they don't want to be with me, but I've had enough of them. I've given them plenty of opportunities to change; it's been enough.

I feel totally disappointed in my family members. And not just in them, but in the doctors too, who clearly haven't reflected one bit on what happened, nothing short of a sad act of heroism. Where is a reflective world? It's impossible that no one has shared the cause of this explosion with them, it can't be. And they're healthcare workers! I can't stand these professionals any longer. Do they know how to socialize? If that's the case, it should apply to all cases, not just a select few. It's in diversity that things are seen. But what do I have to do with them? I don't see anything, I don't see effort, I don't see reflection. Where is the brainpower to move the world forward?

I feel deeply outraged. It's impossible that to this day someone suggested I celebrate Mother's Day again, as an adult, and also without knowing the circumstances, and also as someone who cares for children, and not just her, but also another who is a teacher. Why have I surrounded myself with these kinds of people? Where's the capacity for reflection? Are we just going to support the maintenance of a family structure? What if it's a façade, as is often the case, for the perpetuation of crime by one of its thousands of agents? Where's even the conscience of the citizenry? Frankly, I don't understand.

Is this what many people I've grown accustomed to wanted in people? These people are capable of bringing down a country. Am I going to be with them? For that, I'd rather pack my bags and leave forever, or at least, if I were to experience that, have the satisfaction of knowing that it was going to happen, and then formulate a support plan, but only by following the matter closely. That's being preemptive! Why does no one want to see that? Is that why no one wants to know what's going on in the environment, the people there? I mean, do I have to join them in that fall? It's not fair, I don't have to pay for the unconsciousness of others.

Last weekend, when my sister Elizabeth needed to attend a special event, she asked if I could take care of her two daughters, aged seven and nine. Despite living in a cozy one-bedroom apartment, I agreed because I genuinely enjoy spending time with my nieces.

Initially, everything went according to plan. We indulged in movies and snacks and the girls seemed delighted. However, the atmosphere shifted dramatically the following morning. As I started preparing breakfast, chaos ensued. The girls, fueled by a sudden burst of energy, began wreaking havoc. Before I could intervene, they had knocked over a decorative lamp, stained the carpet with juice, and even managed to render the TV remote useless.

Attempting to restore some order, I quickly realized the situation was beyond my control. Their rambunctious play almost jeopardized my work laptop, which I managed to salvage just in time. The morning left me feeling exasperated and utterly overwhelmed.

Upon their mother’s return, I recounted the ordeal, expressing my reluctance to host another sleepover until the girls could demonstrate more mindfulness around my belongings. Elizabeth initially dismissed my concerns with a chuckle, attributing the behavior to typical childish antics. However, I firmly explained the importance of preserving the integrity of my living space.

Now, Elizabeth is quite aggrieved, believing my reaction is an overreach. She has even involved our parents, who agree with her and suggest that I should simply better prepare my apartment for such visits. Caught between familial expectations and personal boundaries, I'm grappling with feelings of guilt yet remain convinced that my stance was justified.

If this family drama were ever showcased in a reality show, the dynamic would likely intensify under public scrutiny. Viewers might pick sides, debating whether my reaction was appropriate or if I should have been more accommodating, potentially swinging the general sentiment based on popular opinion.

Am I unreasonable to ask for more careful behavior from my nieces during their visits?

I currently live in Afghanistan and am known as a poet and literary activist. Because of my literary activities, especially my writings and poems, I have consistently faced restrictions, pressure, and threats from the current ruling authorities of the country, namely the Taliban. Under the present conditions, freedom of expression in Afghanistan has effectively ceased to exist, and individuals involved in art, literature, and independent thought are at serious risk of arrest, persecution, and punishment.

As a result of these activities, I have been threatened multiple times, both directly and indirectly, and there is a serious fear that if I remain in Afghanistan, I will be arrested by the Taliban in the near future. These threats are real and severe, and they have completely destroyed my sense of personal safety and psychological security.

Unfortunately, I am also in an extremely difficult financial situation and do not have the means to leave Afghanistan on my own or through legal channels. I have no financial support or resources to facilitate my departure, and I have no safe path to protect myself independently.

I respectfully request your assistance, taking into consideration the dangerous conditions I am living under, the continuous threats against me, and the lack of security and freedom in Afghanistan. I urgently need help to leave the country safely and to seek asylum in a European country. Remaining in Afghanistan may lead to irreversible consequences for my life.

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

I’ve always been very insecure and jealous in my relationship, somehow he made me feel that way, even though he never did anything wrong. I have his Instagram logged into my phone and I was always checking what he was doing. Until I decided to check his TikTok video history. I found a series of videos of a beautiful woman. I said the girl’s name to him and asked who she was, he said he didn’t know her, and I kept insisting, saying I knew he’d watched her. He said he thought she was pretty. Now I feel insufficient, stupid, ugly, trashy, and everything bad there is. I don’t have the courage to break up, and I’ve already cried a lot and he comforted me, apologized, and all that. What do you think I should do? But he always knew I felt insecure because I always opened up to him, but I know there wasn’t much to do, because he never gave me a reason to feel insecure or suspicious. It’s very hard to break up because a big part of the time I’m with him, I’m happy.

So, I get it—long-distance relationships usually end up a mess, but I decided to give it a shot anyway. Honestly, at the beginning it wasn't even that bad. We texted all the time, FaceTimed every night, and had this playlist we'd both add songs to, which was actually kinda nice. It felt like it was working, you know? But, obviously, things changed. A couple weeks ago, he hit me with the classic "this isn’t really what I’m looking for," which, to translate, meant he wanted someone closer who he could actually see in real life. Logically, yeah, it makes sense. But emotionally? It sucks. Like, why couldn't I see this coming? I'm constantly replaying the conversations, dissecting every tiny thing he said, as if it's going to change something. Spoiler alert: it doesn't.

The worst part is how stupid I feel. Like, I know exactly what's happening—I studied psychology in class; I'm familiar with terms like "confirmation bias" and "emotional dependency." But knowing the fancy terms doesn't stop my brain from obsessing. My friends don't help either. All their advice boils down to useless phrases like "there’s plenty of fish in the sea," or "just move on already." Thanks, genius, I hadn't thought of that! 🙄 Even when I distract myself—studying, hanging out with friends, whatever—he pops into my head again. It's genuinely annoying how the human brain works sometimes. Why do we get stuck obsessing over people who clearly don't feel the same? Is that, like, some kind of biological programming to make life extra complicated for no reason?

But what's even more irritating is that I'm fully aware of how dumb I'm being, yet I can't seem to shake it. Like, it's almost insulting how clearly I can see my own irrational behavior, yet I can't actually change it. One of my friends bluntly told me yesterday that it’s basically like going through withdrawal from an addiction—except the "addiction" was him. And yeah, I've read about it, it's literally chemical: dopamine, serotonin, all those things we talked about in biology. But knowing I'm just experiencing some stupid brain reaction doesn't actually fix anything. It doesn't erase how awful it feels. Seriously, is there some cheat code to getting over someone, or am I stuck waiting for my brain to finally stop being so ridiculously stubborn?

Hi

So I got a few months ago my ex best friend/ex Situationship told me he was going to break up with his girlfriend for me because I made him feel safe and loved. Fast-forward a few months I gave him a time limit of when to break up with his girlfriend because I wanted to spend the holidays with him. He then and said, broke things off with me after having intercourse with me. I threatened to tell his girlfriend and now he’s telling everyone that I’m crazy because I have bipolar. So now every time I go to my neighborhood McDonald’s he clears at me and my now boyfriend. But I wanna know if I was crazy to like him in like that or if I was just being a hopeless romantic at a point.