Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

Im going insane. Im losing my mind. I am over complicating everything. My head is full of all these negative hateful awful feelings about people in my life and i know that its my brain projecting stress and irritation onto them and they havent done anything. I know that. Yet still my head is full of these awful thoughts and im just so upset. And i keep talking about it to people and i actually need to shut the fuck up because i am going to make everyone hate me because im talking about it too much. All the good things in my life are like drowning in little ittt bitty bad things. There are SO many good things in my life. So so many more happy exciting things. But then these little things that are upsetting me are just burrying those good things. But its all my fault everything is my fault. My problem. My actions. My ignorance. My choices. My procrastination. Everything is on me amd how my brain works and what im doing and saying or not doing. Im really really fucking tired.

i've always been raised with pretty conservative views, I'd say I'm Republican and stuff, and I live in the South. Except the problem is, I'm also gay. Now I would have no problem with me being gay, except that it really conflicts with my political views.. and honestly I still don't mind that, but other people sure do. I always get attacked for liking Trump and stuff, online or in person, anywhere. Worst part is that it's by other queer people. Straight people accept me, but then the lgbt people, the people that are supposed to support me are the ones who hate me?? I don't even try to be loud about my views, I mention a little thing when it comes up, but I hate politic talk. So i don't know why they do it. It really hurts. Makes me feel like I'm not a real gay person sometimes. I don't even like to associate with the community anymore because of it. I can't find a single queer person who can look past politics. I just wanna connect with other gay people, but I can't really. It really sucks. I don't really wanna be gay anymore, i dunno. I feel like I don't really belong with the community. I used to have a few friends who were lgbt, but then I got to know them better, they found out I'm a republican, and they just argued with me to tell me how wrong and hypocritical I am. I see where they came from but it hurts still.

hey there.... rn I feel so good lol , uk why .. okay first let me tell you that I'm a 21 years old female...and I am rn at just so calm... I feel nothing inside me... and nothing outside... not in a good or bad way..but idk why i feel like it's a temporary feeling of calm... or u can say I calmed myself through non stop dopamine hits lol ... and that's bcoz ... there's this guy online whom I talk to daily...and I feel like omg I'm so obsessed with him.. with his voice..with his questions...with his banters... with him teasing me indirectly through questions lol...ughhh why it feels so good lol....I'm really obsessed with him...like I continuously check for his texts lol ... like yesterday we talked for about whole night...and slept in the morning lol...I'm really more in comfort talking to him rather than having sleep of 7 hours lol... which I can take later...sorry world I don't wanna hear ur advices for my health...I already know it lol... but I love this feeling lol... no we're not bf gf... but we just love talking to each other so much ...it gives us so much peace in the whole day lol...and today lol he slept at 2 am... so I was like why lol...ik lol that it's wrong to think that...both of our sleeps are imp.....ahhhh but I already miss him so much lol....this feeling god....I feel a new calm inside me.... like I don't feel like talking to anybody else online... I don't feel like watching a movie or any entertaining content....but I do want to so something else lol.... but ngl he's always on my mind lol.. can't do anything...when I get his text or vm ... ahh that dopamine hit lol....

idc what the world says that I'm distracted or anything.... cuz I love this feeling even if it's temporary lol..I already know that ur gonna say I'm distracted.... but this introvert girl got so much open to him lol about her life....that now there's a new confidence inside me lol...I love our talks really...I always miss him... don't judge me lol.... but this is what I feel rn lol

And chill ik the stuff that ur gonna say that focus on urself... don't fall for this temporary dopamine hit... don't get distracted ...

But hey world listen I'm obsessed to him can't do anything rn lol... just love this feeling lol...

My daughter recently switched to a new private school which organizes an inaugural school trip in August each year. Sadly, she missed this year's trip but she's keen on joining next year's three-day adventure to Philadelphia.

The hitch, however, is the limitation on hotel room occupants: no more than six individuals per room. Right now, there are 37 girls needing accommodation. We discovered a group of four students who normally only participate during the day (three girls and one boy) but actually stay overnight in the same hotel. They too are part of the trip, under the guardianship and funding of their parents due to past bullying issues, especially directed at the boy. Their arrangement includes two rooms — one for the students and one for the supervising parent.

They've kindly offered for my daughter to join them in their arrangement. She's all for it, while I'm hesitant, particularly due to the mixed-gender sleeping arrangement, which I find completely inappropriate.

We've debated this for weeks now. Firm facts are in place: no school-arranged rooms are available, a private room arrangement like the independent group’s is financially out of reach for us, and the notion of a mixed-governight stays a firm no. Consequently, attending the trip isn't feasible.

This has utterly shattered her. She’s blaming me for making her switch schools in her sophomore year and our frequent relocations which she feels have destabilized her social life. She's finally looking forward to settling and making lasting friendships, and now this trip feels crucial to her. However, as much as it troubles me to see her upset, the decision seems final, though my husband is now suggesting we perhaps reconsider, given all the adjustments she's had to endure.

If our family saga were ever turned into a reality show, I suspect the audience would be split. Some viewers might empathize deeply with my daughter's desire for normalcy and friendships. Others might rally behind our parental concern over mixed-gender stays. It'd sure spark some heated debates on parenting forums and social media!

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?

I finalized my divorce from my husband about a year ago. Right after our split, his girlfriend—who had been his affair partner—moved into the house that we'd once called home. I decided to move abroad, leaving behind most belongings, and told him to keep whatever he wished. Honestly, his cheating hardly impacted me anymore; our relationship had fizzled out long before, and the affair simply pushed us to acknowledge it.

Following the divorce and her moving in, we ceased all communication since there was nothing left to discuss. However, out of the blue, a week ago, I received a cheery message from her complimenting the home's style and inquiring about where certain decorations and furnitures were from. I contemplated her message for a day, then responded somewhat sharply, telling her that since she seemed to have everything perfectly arranged, she should also manage to 'figure out' the décor on her own. She questioned what I meant, and I couldn't help but express that since she now had everything that my ex had wanted—which apparently didn't include me—she didn’t need to replicate my style, too.

She replied, claiming she was just trying to be nice and give me a compliment. Right after, my ex texted me, puzzled by the conflict since he thought we'd remained amicable after our split.

Although it's true that we had both moved on from the marriage emotionally, her attempt at stepping into my aesthetic shoes hit a nerve. My friends and family are split on my reaction. Was I wrong to respond the way I did???

Now, imagine this scenario playing out in a reality TV show. Cameras rolling as dramatic music swells, capturing every nuanced expression of shock, hurt, and defiance. It's easy to imagine how the audience would react—likely split, with some empathizing with my need to sever all ties and establish distinct identities, while others might criticize the sharpness in my response, arguing that a simple acknowledgment of the compliment could have sufficed. The allure of reality TV thrives on such conflicts, and surely this exchange would stir up heated discussions across social media, making it a highlight reel moment of the season.

How should I handle ex's GF copying my style?

atp im thinking that i dont deserve to have my own best friend so im planning to live alone (?) by next year. i mean..i do live with my parents but im not gonna hangout anymore. does anyone here can give me tips to be happy and feel contented even you're alone? id appreciate if you can give some so i can prepare for next year! 🥹

*i just want to note that i didn't say hate, this sister of mine would always say she hated me and my parents so i avoid using the word as it can be kinda triggering*

I feel like a bad person because i dont like my sister (A). A is 2 years younger than me and has a twin sister (B).

A has always caused many issues in my life. When we were younger she would hit me and B, and sometimes even my parents. It got better for a while but just over a year ago it got bad again. She would get mad at me, B, and my parents for the tiniest things. There have been several instances where she was throwing a fit in the car while my mom was driving and she GRABBED THE STEERING WHEEL, thankfully we never got in a car crash.

A has been very sensitive from a young age, and when she get angry she normally goes through a few phases.

1. Yell at the person who made her mad (this usual goes on for a good 10 minutes)

2. My mom threatens to take away something from A (usually her phone)

3. A pleas with my mom to give her back said item (she will scream "please i'll do anything" for 5 straight minutes and when my mom finally tells her what she can do to make it up she will scream "ill do anything else" 😒)

4. A storms off to her room

5. A lays down on the ground in her bedroom and screams bloody murder while kicking her bedroom door.

6. A gets hurt from kicking the door

7. A screams for my dad to come and help her because she is "hurt"

8. My dad ignores her for a good 5 minutes until the screaming gets too annoying

9. My dad goes to As bedroom and tries to open the door (she locked herself in her room)

10. My dad opens the door with a butter knife and proceeds to have a conversation with A

A also has a lesser maturity than me and B so it tends to be more difficult to hang out. Because of all this anxiety and stress caused by A it isn't uncommon for me and B to huddle in my bedroom with a bunch of snacks and vent to each other about A. Me and B also do other things when we hang out but that is what brought us closer together (B also used to hit me, but she's chill now).

A has continually reminded us to tell her if me and B are hanging out.

(I want to mention that me and B hang out with A a lot, so it's not like we are icing her out of anything)

But if me and B have a secret convo in my bedroom without A and she finds out suddenly she is screaming at us about how she hates us and doesn't even want to hang out with us. This also makes it particularly unappealing to hang out with A.

A is a loner, she has friends but she rarely hangs out with any of them outside of school. A is also very fond of "chilling". A's definition of chilling is not letting me or B invite friends over, no chores or cleaning up her room, and no family plans. This weekend i had previously planned to have a sleepover with a friend at my house but because A wanted a "chill" weekend, i had to cancel. I know this doesn't seem like a big deal but this has happened before and i feel that it is taking a time on some of my friendships.

Recently i have been feeling really bad about my feelings toward A. I keep imagining her alone in her room, sad, because she can hear my and B laughing in my room. I'm literally crying thinking about it rn. It's just so hard to look past all the hardships she's out me and my family through.

Thanks for reading this, there is prob a couple spelling errors but you'll get over it. If you could give me some suggestions to improve my relationship with A that would be amazing.

Hope you have a good morning/afternoon/evening/night💕

I don’t know, but even I’m confused about what’s happening. I hope... I really hope my suspicion isn’t true...

That I have a third eye. I don’t want to tell my family because I’m afraid of what they’ll say or that they won’t believe me. Even I can’t believe it myself...

It happened when my family and I attended the funeral of my dad’s friend. His daughter had died by suicide. I remember it was nighttime, and everyone there was busy playing card games and talking. I was sitting alone, using my phone, when I glanced at the coffin. I saw the girl's hand hitting the glass part of the coffin. I didn’t know if I was just seeing things, but after a few seconds, it disappeared like nothing happened.

Sometimes, on my way home from school, I see one or two kids asking for money. They look normal. I was about to give them some coins, but I was shocked when the coin passed right through the child's hand. Right after that, a classmate who was also heading home asked me who I was talking to and who I was giving money to. I told them it was the kid begging for money, but when I turned back, the child was gone. My classmate was even surprised and said they never saw any kid come near me.

i’ve been sitting on this for a while because i don’t even know if it’s my place to bring it up, but it’s been eating at me. a close friend—let’s call him ben—confided in me about his struggles with porn addiction. he didn’t use those exact words, of course. he said things like, “i think i overdo it” and “it’s messing with how i see people.” i didn’t know how to react. i just listened, nodded, told him it’s okay to talk about it. but the truth is, i felt wildly underqualified. i don’t have experience with addiction. i don’t even know what’s considered “normal” anymore with all the stuff floating around online. still, i want to help him. i’m just not sure how.

we talked again a few days later. he mentioned trying to stop but always ending up “relapsing” after a few days. that’s when it hit me—it’s not about willpower. something deeper’s going on. i asked if he’d thought about therapy. he shrugged and said he didn’t think it was “that serious.” is it ever “that serious” in your own mind until someone else tells you it is? i didn’t push him but i planted the seed. maybe that was enough, maybe not. i don’t know. he also talked about how it’s affecting his relationships, how he finds it hard to feel emotionally close to someone when his brain is so rewired. that’s what he said—rewired. like it’s not just a habit, but a full-on shift in how he thinks and feels. scary stuff, honestly;

then came the real curveball. he asked me to hold him accountable. to check in with him, to “help him track progress.” and i wanted to say yes, i really did. but i also knew that puts me in a spot i don’t fully understand. like, what if he fails and feels ashamed to tell me? what if i say the wrong thing and make it worse? i’m not a sponsor or therapist. i’m just a friend. so i told him that, plainly. i said i’d support him and check in when i can, but he needs to be the one steering the ship. he seemed to get it. we talked about maybe finding some online communities—there’s got to be a subreddit or forum somewhere, right? not just for the addiction part but for figuring out how to build healthy habits again. i think that’s the bigger picture here—replacing the behavior with something real, something grounding.

but here’s the thing i keep circling back to: how do you really help someone with a porn addiction? not just nod and say “i’m here for you,” but actually support them in a way that leads to something better? is it about sending resources? is it just being a steady presence? or is there a line where being supportive turns into enabling or putting yourself in an emotional spot you’re not ready for? i don’t have the answers. i’m not sure anyone truly does unless they’ve lived through it. but if you’ve been there, or helped someone who has, what did you do that actually made a difference? what should i avoid? i want to be there for ben, but not at the cost of either of us getting pulled deeper into a place we’re not ready for.

I want to leave. I want to leave. I want to leave. I want to leave. I hate it here and I can’t handle this anymore. I have never been chosen. I’m always the last one to be picked. I always will be forever. I wasn’t the wanted daughter. I wasn’t the wanted friend. I wasn’t the wanted girlfriend. I wasn’t the wanted wife. I didn’t get to have my baby I wanted for years. Maybe that lady was right. I don’t deserve it. Or maybe it was just a sign, He couldn’t be my baby’s father. How dumb am can I be.? How many times can I handle this before it’s over? You lie to them. You smile to them. You act like nothing had happened. How can I look at you when all I see is her? You wanted her and you won’t tell me it. I don’t know what I want but answers. I feel myself losing trying to understand why. Why will I never be the one? Is it truly because I don’t love myself? Anytime I love myself I seem to not want anyone around. Maybe it’s not even love. I sometimes feel I can’t love, like I don’t even know what that feeling is. My dream is to be alone but I can’t stand sleeping by myself.

I'm not even shocked at this point hahahah they've done that to me before years before they gonna do it again right now lol 😂

My partner, who's 27, has been living alone in his apartment for around two years now. I am 26, and we've been together for about three years. During this time, I've been staying with my parents. Gradually, I started hinting at the possibility of us moving in together. Despite my hints and even outright discussions about possibly sharing a bigger space and splitting the rent - I usually stay at his place up to five days a week - he never seemed to take the bait and would swiftly change the subject.

Recently, things took a different turn. After many conversations and no definitive response from him, I decided to look for my own place. Before I started my search, I casually asked if he would be upset if I found my own apartment, to which he nonchalantly shrugged it off. When I finally found a great apartment, I sent him the link and even mentioned my upcoming tour. It was only after I affirmed my decision to lease the apartment did he suddenly express his desire for us to live together, apologizing for not bringing it up sooner and insisting that we could make room for me at his place. However, by then, I had to give the landlord an immediate response. His sudden change of heart left me feeling both hurt and frustrated due to his lack of communication despite my numerous attempts. In the end, I chose to proceed with my own apartment, and now, we continue to live separately.

It's all rather bewildering. I'm feeling quite perplexed about the whole thing. Did I act unreasonably by choosing to get my own apartment?

Imagine if this whole situation unfolded on a reality show. Viewers would likely be on the edge of their seats, split in their opinions. Some might cheer for my independence and decision to move forward on my own terms after being seemingly ignored. Others might sympathize with my boyfriend, speculating that he might have been dealing with his own reservations or uncertainties about cohabitation, which he communicated too late. The reactions would be varied, with dramatic music swelling as each of us explained our sides to the camera, culminating perhaps in a heartfelt or heated confrontation that raked in record viewership for the show!

How should I feel about getting my own place?

I’m 29, married, and honestly, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me sometimes. My husband is, by all observable metrics, a good man. He hasn’t given me any concrete reason to question his fidelity since we’ve been together. He texts back promptly, he doesn’t hide his phone, and he makes time for me even when he’s dead tired from work. But despite all of that, I have this insidious, gnawing insecurity that crawls up my spine whenever I see him laughing at something on his phone or when he takes a few minutes too long to reply. Maybe I’m just paranoid—or maybe I’m responding to unresolved trauma masquerading as intuition. I wish I could say I’ve always been this suspicious, but the truth is, I used to be chill as hell in past relationships. It’s like something cracked open in me the day I found out he cheated on his ex-wife.

Now before anyone jumps on the "once a cheater, always a cheater" bandwagon, let me just say: people can change. We’ve all heard the quote, "Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future." That said, how do you trust someone who’s proven capable of deception? Especially when you weren’t the one who got lied to, but you know someone else was. My husband admitted it pretty early in our relationship. He said, "I was a different man back then," like that version of him lived in another body entirely. He didn’t justify it, which I appreciated—he just owned it. And for some dumb reason, maybe arrogance, maybe naïveté, I believed I could be the exception. I thought I was different enough, good enough, smart enough to be the woman he wouldn’t betray. But now, two years into this marriage, that knowledge lingers like an app running in the background, draining my emotional battery even when everything seems fine on the surface.

I catch myself analyzing his tone, his body language, even the most mundane changes in routine. If he skips his morning kiss or seems distracted during dinner, my mind starts constructing hypothetical infidelity timelines with CIA-level detail. It’s exhausting. It’s like being your own private investigator in a case that hasn’t even been opened yet. What’s worse is that I know how unfair it is. He doesn’t deserve to be interrogated every time he has a bad day. I read somewhere that "projection is when you dislike something about yourself and attribute it to someone else"—and maybe that’s what I’m doing. Maybe I’m projecting my fear of not being enough onto him. Maybe I’m scared he’ll do to me what he did to her because deep down, I think I’m just as disposable. Isn’t that pathetic? To measure your self-worth based on someone else’s sins?

And still, I don’t want to be this woman. I don’t want to play emotional detective or police someone I claim to love. I want to trust him, truly trust him, not just say it and hope my voice doesn’t crack. I’ve been seeing a therapist who specializes in relationship anxiety and attachment theory, and she said something that hit me hard: "You’re not reacting to him—you’re reacting to the narrative you’ve built around what he might do." That stopped me cold. Because she’s right. I’m so damn focused on worst-case scenarios that I’m sabotaging the best-case reality. He’s here. He’s loyal—at least from everything I’ve seen. He still reaches for my hand in bed, still brags about me to his friends, still asks for my opinion before making big decisions. How much more evidence do I need before I stop treating him like a ticking time bomb?

So I guess I’m asking: why am I so insecure in my relationship? Is it self-esteem? Is it trauma? Is it just me being a dramatic, controlling idiot? I’m trying to get better. I read books. I journal. I’m taking SSRIs. I’m not passive about this, because if there’s one thing I don’t want, it’s to become the reason this marriage crashes. He’s not perfect—none of us are—but he’s trying, and so am I. There’s this quote from Esther Perel that I remind myself of often: "Trust is built in drops and lost in buckets." I know I need to give him those drops, not with blind faith, but with informed hope. I need to believe that growth is real, and that past behavior, while informative, is not always predictive. I’m learning to accept that the only control I really have in this relationship is over my own reactions and assumptions; and maybe that’s enough to start turning this fear into peace—even if it’s one difficult, imperfect day at a time.

Thanks for reading 😘

Hi i am a 15 year old female who struggles with depression, anxiety, and self hatred. I cant help hut feel like everything is my fault, and when i speak up nobody listens. I really want to feel like there is something to live for but i cant find it. I truly don’t even know what life after high school will be like. The only true thing I'm living for is my two year old cat. If anyone has any tips, please help me out.