Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

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I’ve been struggling with different things for the past three years or even four, it’s been a while and I cannot remember exactly when this did start but I’ve tried everything to fit into what people want me to fit but at the same time I don’t care and at the same time o don’t wanna be a part of them, even if I try to be different I feel like if I’m just calling the attention or something like that and I’m afraid, afraid of myself and disgusted and…I don’t know what more, my mother did find out and tried to force me to get better by trying to make me fit in what she wants that just kept me pulling down

i don't get it. why does he keep lying to my face?I just found proof that my husband is cheating. it's not like i didn't have my suspicions, but when you're faced with actual evidence, it hits different, ya know? i tried to confront him, laid everything out nicely—phone records, some suspicious texts, even a hotel receipt that ain't ours, you name it, i got it. yet, he looks me straight in the eye and tells me it's not what i think. can you believe it? is he fooling himself, or just me?

come on, i am not asking for drama or a scene, just a bit of honesty; but he's making it all too complicated. i mean, why doesn't he just admit to it when it's all right there? the mistrust is growing worse with every lie, and this back-and-forth dance is exhausting. really, what's the point of lying when the jig is up??? maybe he thinks he's slicker than he is, but seriously, who does he think he's fooling? it's become this endless cycle where he denies, denies, denies, and i'm stuck trying to piece together the truth, detective style. i'm too old for this kind of nonsense. like, just be a grown-up and own up to it, right? can't figure out what goes in his mind. is he trying to save face, or does he actually believe his own lies??

so why is he still lying??? any thoughts?

I thought that my brother was favored over me. My parents, my grandparents, and even my relatives. Now, it seems like I'm right. I felt horrible after all the years I spent trying and trying to get them to look at me. But who thought that he would bring me more trouble? It all started when my brother started to fight and yell at my parents when he hit puberty. I guess I'm more sensitive to sounds or conflicts since I was crying every night they fought. I just hated all the noise and the words that they spat out at each other. I didn't say a single word to my parents because I feared I would make them angrier. I said everything I felt to my friends, which later caused them to distance themselves. I was too naive to know that they were just young kid like me, not a therapist. After about 2 years of all the noise, I finally told my father I couldn't bear it anymore. My father was concerned after hearing about what I said, and I started to go to a nearby hospital for therapy and pills. But that didn't help. It only made me feel dull and empty, making my hands shakier. The pills didn't help at all. I started to cut myself, but I always ended up panicking and calling my dad for help. I was about 13 years old when I started that. Venting to my friends caused some trouble, and I ended up pushing everybody away from me. I was alone. After they left, I realized that I needed them more than anything. I started to leave school early or skip school for weeks. I even went into the psych ward, but only for about a month and a few weeks. However, that didn't stop my parents and my brother from yelling at each other. I was barely surviving. I spend the next 3 years in the same situation. Now, I'm a high school student in my country, with nothing much being different. A few days ago, my brother got into one of the top-rated universities here. This holiday was a living hell for me. He was smiling and bragging like an idiot. I hate him. How could he be so egoistic when he had torn my life into pieces? I had to go through all of that. I had to lose the people I loved the most, hurt myself, and think that everything happened because of me, like he said. I was a fool to notice that my brother was the problem. I can't even hate him because there's a stupid part of me that's saying that I shouldn't. Only because he's my brother. Because he's family. Even when he doesn't treat me like I'm his younger sister or like a person that's equal to him. I wish I was never here. I wish I wasn't his sister or my parent's daughter. I wish I could be somebody else.

Tuesday 4:48-4:57 February 4th.

I’m 14 and was volunteering at a musical. Devon asked for me the first time asking me to bring el to him and that I can’t tell anyone and to make sure she’s alone (she’s in tech) she said she had beef with him and didn’t wanna go alone so she brought leelind (10th grader also in tech) el said that he looked like he wanted to say something then leelind walked in and she asked about a student. Then he asked Tristan (in tech) to bring me (Kiera) to him. I walked in and said “what do you need” and he responded with “I don’t know how to ask you this but, I can’t get bricked. I’ve been sitting here trying to and I can’t get bricked.” And I said “ok? What am I supposed to do about your problem.” And he changed the subject by saying “has anyone uhh you know, hit a home run? (Basically asking me if I have had sex.) you know what mean right?” Then my friend Asten walked in and he completely changed the subject and then I paused to think about what I should do. I wanted to get out of the situation so I said “oh my mom’s calling me.” Then I left the room to call my mom and have her pick me up, but when. I called her Devon was waiting around the Corner for me to be done. I went into the back room where Eli was and told him what was happening and Ashton came in so I also told her. Eli then starting following me around to make sure Devon would stop following me. My mom was on her way and as I picked up my backpack he asked “do you wanna have sex” I told him no and that I had a boyfriend then he started asking who and followed me out. Luckily Eli Humphrey (in tech) followed me out to make sure Devon didn’t, luckily Devon stopped following me and then Eli made a comment saying “freaking pervert” acknowledging that Devon was being weird and harassing me. I then sprinted out of the school to my dad

I'll be travelling for the very first time for work in less than two weeks. I'm feeling excited but at the same time I know myself and deep down I'm kinda worried about eating food that I don't like at all or staying in a hotel room that's not cozy at all.

Maybe I need to just enjoy the trip and be really flexible with my style of life

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

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

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

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

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

Eight months ago, my husband, Derek, was let go from his position as an oil and gas analyst. Since then, he's taken on the role of a temporary house dad, looking after our 3-year-old and picking up our 6-year-old from school while he searches for another job. I've been supporting us by continuing to work as a nurse. Despite the challenges, this setup prevents us from needing daycare for our youngest, which is a relief financially. However, I'm increasingly frustrated because during my own year-long maternity leave, I handled both the home and our kids fully. Derek, however, only manages a few household tasks like mowing the lawn and shoveling snow.

My work hours have ramped up significantly due to staff shortages; I'm pulling 60-70 hours per week. Recently, I discovered that Derek has been secretly taking cash advances on our credit cards to fund nights out and pay for nannies, racking up a staggering $7,000 in debt—a good portion of which, around $2,000, was blown on in-game purchases for his video games. When confronted, Derek argued that he "needed a break" and even outrageously demanded an "allowance". His justification was shocking and hurtful. I couldn't believe the audacity after all the sacrifices I made during my maternity leaves, where I selflessly cared for everything, including managing postpartum challenges.

Derek's indifferent attitude has sparked tension. He shrugged off his responsibilities, claiming boredom, and suggested that my previous choice to be a stay-at-home mom was exactly that—a choice, and unlike him, it wasn't imposed. He seemed to overlook that his current situation is a direct result of his joblessness. After our heated conversation, he surprisingly secured a bookkeeping position. However, he continues to complain to friends, portraying me as the unreasonable partner stifling his "freedom".

It's clear that our household dynamics need serious reevaluation. Does this call for a radical change? If this were unveiled in a reality show setting, viewers might be riveted by the unraveling domestic drama, debating fiercely over our roles and responsibilities. Moreover, they might even take sides, considering how public opinion often swings in the saga of televised personal conflicts. Would the situation seem more dire on screen, or would audiences find empathy for Derek's quest for liberation and respite amid unemployment?

So recently I’ve been getting super worried because sometimes my vision randomly goes blurry, and I can’t tell if it’s because I’m stressed or if there’s something actually wrong with me. Like, I’m 16 and I already deal with a lot of anxiety from school, friends, and just life in general, but this new thing is freaking me out more than usual. When I’m sitting in class, especially in math or history when I have to stare at the board for a long time, it feels like my eyes just won’t focus and the words kind of smear together. At first I thought maybe I just needed new glasses, but I went to the eye doctor not long ago and he said my prescription barely changed, and that what I’m describing doesn’t really match up with my test results. He told me it might be stress-related, like “ocular fatigue,” and that kind of stuck in my head. So of course I went home and googled it, and I found all these articles and people online saying stress and anxiety can actually make your vision blur because of muscle tension or even breathing weird when you’re nervous. It made sense because this happens the most when I’m panicking, like during tests or when I have to talk in front of people. But at the same time I keep overthinking like, what if it’s something worse? I read about migraines with aura, blood sugar drops, and other scary things, and that makes me spiral even more. So now I’m just stuck asking myself over and over—could anxiety really be the reason my vision blurs, or am I missing something serious that needs attention?

There was one day that still bothers me a lot: I was doing a class debate, and my heart was beating way too fast, my palms were sweaty, and all of a sudden the paper I was reading from went blurry like someone smudged it on purpose. It lasted for maybe five minutes, then once I sat back down and calmed down, my sight went back to normal. That kind of makes me think it is anxiety-related, because when my body chilled out, the blurriness went away too. I even read that when you’re anxious, your body makes more adrenaline and cortisol, which messes with your breathing and blood flow, and that can cause temporary vision changes. It’s weird because sometimes it happens when I’m not even feeling that anxious, and that makes me question everything again; like maybe I am just overthinking but maybe not. My best friend told me, “you’re worrying about worrying,” and she’s probably right, but I can’t stop noticing it. I started keeping a little log in my notebook about when it happens, how I’m feeling, and how long it lasts so I can show it to my doctor if it keeps going. I don’t want to ignore it just in case, but I also don’t want to stress myself more if it really is just anxiety playing tricks on me. Do you think anxiety can actually cause blurred vision, or is that just something people say online? And if you’ve had the same thing, how did you figure out if it was harmless or something you needed help with; honestly it’s both comforting and confusing to realize that my brain and body can mess with each other like this 😅

My fiancé and I are thrilled about our upcoming nuptials this October. The venue is actually my future mother-in-law's property, which is a horticultural haven, featuring elegant cobblestone walkways, enchanting fountains, and meticulously sculpted shrubbery. It even boasts stunning willow and cherry blossom trees.

The ceremony will take place in a delightful meadow nestled in the heart of their estate—it promises to be breathtaking. Meanwhile, my brother Peter, who has been with his fiancée Emily for six years now, recently came to me with some concerns. They've just gotten engaged as well, but we haven't grown very close since they live quite a distance away and usually only visit during major holidays.

Emily uses a prosthetic leg, and it seems that recently she's found it more comfortable to use a wheelchair. Peter texted me to inquire if the wedding venue was accessible for wheelchair users. I honestly wasn't sure, so I promised to find out. The place has varying terrain including sections of grass, cobblestone, gravel, and dirt, which I'm unfamiliar with in terms of wheelchair accessibility.

We visited my in-laws recently to sort out ceremony details and examine how accessible the space would be for Emily. Afterward, I updated Peter, explaining the variety of surfaces she’d encounter. When he realized we were setting up the reception outdoors on the grass under a tent, and not using additional flooring, he was concerned, pointing out it might be difficult for Emily to navigate without a hard surface.

When I mentioned the budget constraints prevented us from installing special flooring, Peter was upset, telling me we were effectively excluding Emily. He argued that if we didn’t make the wedding accessible for her, they might not attend. I was taken aback when he accused me of discrimination. My disappointment was compounded when my mother also chimed in, criticizing my decision and suggesting we should easily cover the cost since we had saved money elsewhere in our wedding plans.

I tried to explain my stance, but frustration ensued when my mom threatened to withdraw their financial gift to our wedding--even though they had already paid for our attire. My explanation that Emily and Peter could consider funding the specific flooring didn't resolve the issue, as Peter had his own wedding expenses to manage.

I feel torn—I don’t want to exclude anyone, especially not out of carelessness or indifference. But the logistical and financial challenges are genuine for us too. I'm just not sure how I can manage all expectations and needs.

Imagine if this whole situation played out on some reality show, the tension it would generate! Viewers might be polarized. Some would likely criticize me for not accommodating Emily, possibly without considering budget limitations. Others might empathize with the tough choices involved in wedding planning, knowing that no decision pleases everyone. The scenario would make a juicy, conflict-driven storyline, perfect for sparking debates and discussions across viewing audiences.

If I were faced with debating this on a reality show, how would people react?

Should I re-estimate my wedding budget to make room for wheelchair-accessible flooring?

Hi, I'm a 34 year old female and I live with my grandmother(75), boyfriend(33), and daughter(7). I do everything for my family I cook clean and go grocery shopping. I even take my older brother to the store every week for groceries. I've been through a rough month, the beginning of the month I lost my 14 year old dog whom I've had for 12 years. This was my first Christmas without my oldest brother, who was more like and mom and dad to me. My oldest brother I lost earlier this year to cancer. I've not dealt with it well at all, nor have I dealt with my dog passing. But the past couple days I've been burning out. Like to the point of me not wanting to do anything at all.

I've expressed to my boyfriend I feel burned out. I even told my grandmother I need a break but literally every turn I'm being asked to do something. My boyfriend has a chronic pain problem and it's hard for him to move. I love him regardless but I get annoyed at constantly being asked to get him things. Then my grandmother is always bugging me to do things. Things like her laundry, which I understand I need to do but I'm to a point where I'm beyond stressed. My brother will ask for things and it stresses me beyond what I can handle. The only saving grace in this is my daughter who literally don't ask for much. She will ask me to play a board game here and there but she's normally quiet.

I'm just tired to the point of wanting to tell everyone to do things themselves. To leave me alone for awhile. I know if I actually told them they'd be pissed. Like I'm the only one who clean and I suffer from depression and get these bouts where I don't clean. Which then leads to dishes piling up, trash piling up, cause literally no one will get up and do anything. I'm just so tired and stressed and I don't know what to do. I'm ready to pull my hair out.

As the youngest in my family, I've always had a unique spot, especially when it came to my name. Unlike my siblings whose names were chosen out of tradition to honor other family members, my parents took a bold step with me. They decided to break from tradition and named me Sunny after something they genuinely liked rather than adhering to familial expectations.

Growing up, my name was a symbol of my parents’ free spirit and desire to do things their way. However, when I hit around 10 years old, I noticed a change in their attitude. They started occasionally calling me by my middle name, which felt odd, and I expressed my preference for my given name, Sunny. By my teenage years, I could sense their growing regret over their choice, yet I remained attached to my name.

Last year, they mentioned how some teenagers opt to change their names before finishing high school, aiming for something that might sound more mature. This was apparently meant to avoid future costs related to updating official documents like diplomas. Their hints became more direct over time; they suggested alternatives like James, nicknamed Jamie, and even Luke, but none resonated with me.

In June, the discussions took a more serious turn when they proposed a legal name change. They expressed guilt over giving me a name that was meant originally as an act of defiance against their families. They worried it appeared too whimsical for a man stepping into adulthood. Despite their concerns, I defended my name, appreciating its cheerful and hopeful essence, but they couldn’t shake their regret. Just last week, they came to me with official papers and a few selected names, urging me to make a choice. I stood my ground, valuing my attachment to my name over their change of heart, even though they pressed me to consider the practicalities of my future.

Am I wrong for wanting to keep the name I've cherished all my life?

Imagine if this situation unfolded on a reality TV show, where private family dynamics are suddenly thrust under the glaring spotlight of public opinion. The intensity of family pressure versus personal identity would be magnified, possibly leading to a heated and emotional episode. Viewers might be split, with some empathizing with my desire to retain my individuality and others siding with my parents’ concerns about practicality and maturity. The drama, no doubt, would add another layer to the already challenging situation, making it not just a personal but a broadly judged spectacle.

NYAHAHAHA I'M FUCKING DONE I'M FUCKING DONE I'M FUCKING DONE

MY PARENTS SEEM TO DISRESPECT MY GOAL OF WANTING TO BECOME AN ARTIST

NOBODY WANTS TO HELP ME ON ANY SUBREDDIT

I CAN'T FIND ONE SINGLE FUCKING PERSON TO HELP ME WITH MY ART BECAUSE I DON'T FUCKING KNOW IF THEY DRAW WHAT I WANT OR IF THEY'RE A SCAM OR NOT

IT GOES TO SHOW: NOBODY WANTS ME TO CONTINUE MY GOALS

I SEE EVERYONE, NO MATTER HOW SMALL, GET MORE ATTENTION THAN ME, SOMEONE WHO NEEDS HELP, SOMEONE WHO GOT KICKED INSIDE WHERE THE SUN DON'T FUCKING SHINE CONSISTENTLY JUST FOR WANTING TO DRAW.

I've vented here for a month now, and I tried following advice, but IT ALL COMES BACK TO BITE ME IN THE FUCKING ASS FOR NO REASON IN PARTICULAR. I CAN'T MOVE ON BECAUSE WHEN I DECIDE TO MOVE ON AND START EVERYTHING OVER FORCEDLY BECAUSE OF SOME FUCKING CHILD TOUCHER, IT ALL BACKFIRES AND PEOPLE WANT TO AVOID ME. AVOID. THE. FUCKING. GROOMER. IT'S LIKE THAT FUCKING TROPE THAT I HATE WHERE EVERYONE LOOOOOOOOOOOVES THE BAD GUY OH BUT WHEN IT'S THE GOOD GUY OH HELL YEAH LET'S MAKE THEIR LIFE FUCKING MISERABLE

I'M TRYING, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING WRONG

YOU KNOW THE DEFINITION OF INSANITY? IT'S ME

I TRY TO DO THE SAME FUCKING SHIT IN VERY DIFFERENT WAYS, INNOVATE WHILE DOING SO, EXPECTING A DIFFERENT RESULT, AND I'M EVEN AVOIDING ALL THE RED FLAGS THIS TIME, BUT IT'S NOW LIKE "THERE'S NO THIRD CHANCE, YOU GOT GROOMED SUCKS TO BE YOU HAHAHAHAHHAHA GO TAKE A LONG FUCKING WALK OFF A SHORT PIER"

I... don't know what to do anymore

I try to improve in art, but it never works

I try to improve as a person, but highly ludicrous bullshit happens just to make me feel miserable

I just... wanted to be like my favorite artists, that's all. There's no harm in that, right?

But now... I just can't even put myself to respect anyone

I FUCKING HATE EVERYONE IN THIS GODDAMN PLANET

WHY IS EVERYONE LIKE THIS TO ME

I CAN'T

WHAT DO I EVEN DO AT THIS POINT

well I have a best friend and a other who long distant so I'ma start with the long distant one so we been best friends for a really long time everything was going good until a girl name adelis came in and bethany started to be dry to me she never been dry to me before and well I found out in the 5 grade that she talk shit about me and bethany and I told bethany and she belived me but then a year ago and I was at my sister game softball and I called my long distants friend and we start talking right and then she show me texted from adelis and making Bethany laugh I stand there shock because she prominse me that she I wounte go back to talk to her and then we start bearly calling and it got me overthinking and well.. Bethany called me and told her friend wants to meet me and well I hate talking to new people but she was nice to me that it wanted to me cry. and she was like Bethany before she meet adelis and then adelis was always rude to me I never like it make me cry because I am sesevetive and I have issuss and Bethany only call me when adelis is in the call and elii and me didn't like it she made us hurt so we just brush it off and we didn't talk to them anymore and shit and Bethany makes joke that makes me bad about my body and makes up excuses to leave me to go call adelis. so is she even my best friend anymore?.....

My whole life I've had people there to guide me, moreso control me in retrospect. I've never been independent and it's actively ruining my life. When I was young my (adoptive) family often bullied me, and I would get bullied at school. I never made friends, through elementary and all of 6th grade my friends treated me like I was a nuisance and not a single one of the people I considered my friends had liked me in the slightest. All of this has led to me being so insecure and terrified of making mistakes that I can barely leave the house. My (biological) little sister is getting a job for the summer and she's still in school (I dropped out after moving away) and I feel horrible. On the outside I'm trying to encourage her and give her support, but on the inside I feel terrible, I'm not getting any younger and I'm still just sitting here letting everyone down, including myself.

My anxiety stems more from insecurity, I sometimes spend hours before doing something as simple as going to the store with my family just trying to look nice, how pathetic is that? I don't do it for people to compliment me, but I think I just have such high standards for myself that if I don't reach them I'm uncomfortable and it ruins my whole day. I never feel good about myself and never have, whether it be my weight or how boyish I look even as a woman, I don't think I've ever caught a break. This isn't to say I haven't received compliments, but every time i have its been thanks to makeup or just unique camera angles that hide all of the bad parts of me.

I'm unable to make friends in real life due to my insecurity, I feel like I'm worthless and undeserving of love, friendship, or attention in general. I don't know what I'm asking at this point, I don't know if I need reassurance, or advice, or to be told to get the fuck over it and grow up, I don't know what, if anything, can help me, or how to live even though I'm already an adult.

Hi, this is going to be long, just please listen to me. i am a 14 year old girl living in the midwest. and ever since Kindergarden or before, I cant remember, I have had shit experience after shit experience. i started in kindergarten at a catholic private school my brother was going to. since he has ADHD and autistic features, he's almost favored, and of course he's treated like shit by the religious kids. and since I'm related to him, I get bullied too. even by the teachers, I question my faith and why god makes my life so miserable using his other followers? i get pushed down and screamed at by the teacher. i end up becoming violent. i eat other kids skin. its embarrassing. we leave after a year because "there were no accommodations for my brother" but I knew it was because me and him were being bullied. while my parents fight and my mom goes numb, I start first grade at a public school. i change 100% to a new personality, being dumber, kinder, and a bigger crybaby. i get bullied behind my back, and I never tell a soul. at one point a boy follows me around and stares at my crotch and boobs whenever I'm near him, doesn't even try to hide it. and another boy gropes my ass one day and tries to play it off as a joke. were fucking children. and when I get to 4th grade, I meet someone I want to become friends with, he was tall, cool, and quiet, who I wanted to be! then he starts beating me, threatening me, and he had access to guns and my home address. he tries to choke me out, tries to break my bones, says he will break into my home slit my throat and steal my dogs. and the bystander effect kicks in, my best friend, the girl who introduced me to him just watches, not caring. even the teachers don't care. next year covid hits and I'm stuck at home, happy. until my brother complains and whines and we go into school. starting my 6th grade. i go back to being made fun of, and its almost normal. until 7th grade. i reunite with the old best friend and she invites me to sit at her table, lo and behold, there's my abuser. he stops hurting me, but keeps the threats up, shows me a video of a spinning dick and such. i start dating that old best friend (like an idiot) and it turns polyamorous with a girl I didn't like, I didn't like the bestie either. rumors about me spread, I break up with them, my other bestie talks shit about me with 2 girls I looked up to and her BF cheats on her with 9 girls and my male abuser. and I move to another lunch table. its normal, I have comfort, a girl I knew since elementary was there, 2 of them. one is amazing, the other disappears one day. sending everyone at the table other than me and a guy an email saying we told her to kill herself (we didn't) and she never shows up again. nobody believed the rumor, that's when I realized what trust was. i get to high school, which is this year. i join the DND club and the yearbook team, I make new friends. i thought I was doing everything right, so far its only one toxic older friend who calls me slurs and says I'm too annoying but just a freshman, I get sexually harassed again by my brothers best friend and chased down a hallway by him asking me how much I would cost THE DAY BEFORE HOMECOMING. and the morning after HOCO, yes, like a goddamn sandwich of trauma and fun, my parents get a goddamn divorce. which was in October. its Christmas now. I'm in my closet at my dads place, in a fort I built, making my amazon Christmas list like a goddamn child. I'm dating the other girl I knew since elementary at good lunch table now. I'm numb, I have multiple personalities for each person, since I'm in so many fandoms and I cant get any fucking commitment to anyone I just make up my personality. I'm not loud, I'm not quiet, I'm not weird, I'm not normal. I'm here, I used to cut myself too, scratch my skin off and bite myself. sometimes it still feels like he's choking me. (the most help I ever got was the middle school counselor expelling the abuser from the middle school and talking to my friends about the drama. my parents only know about what happened In middle school, everyone I know, even my brother, think I'm an overdramatic bitch who needs to get ADHD meds even though I'm not diagnosed with anything.) so please, if anyone reads this, know if I'm here through all this, you can survive too. I'm out there, find me.