I live in switzerland but iam not rich.. im fucking broke.. I just wanted to be rich like some peoples tell about swiss peoples..
My dad asked me to help him get a job in my company. His company is about to fire him due to budget cuts, and at his age it isn't easy to find any jobs. A while ago I offered to help my mom to get a job at my company, because she wanted to leave her old job (she ended up keeping the old job though), so he figured I'd do the same for him. The thing is... I don't want to. I know my dad. His work ethic isn't the best. He isn't good with people and often known as the rude incel guy. He makes a lot of mistakes and blames others for it. All those reasons are why he will get fired from his current job. If he ends up working here, then this will be bad for my own career. Firstly, people will find out he's my dad and especially new clients or people who don't know me well will have certain prejudices about me after meeting him. My bosses also probably will mistrust my judgment if I tell them what a good guy he is when this turns out to be wrong. Even if I don't tell anyone and just help him with the application, I'll probably live in constant anxiety of people finding out or shame if someone complains about him. I just don't want to help him. But I can't tell him this without starting a huge fight.
I wonder, can a football fit inside a vagina?? I was just curious, I was looking at porn, and I saw this guy double arm fisting this girl... I wasn't turned on (maybe a little) but I was more fascinated a vagina can be stretched that wide. i'm new to sex (I mean I just had one last month for the first time) and I have a lot to learn still... But seriously, a serious question, how big of any object can fit inside a vagina? I mean will the vagina be even go back in its normal size or be back to being tight or something? Like from seeing that vid, female genitalia is pretty mysterious and magical opinion wise. I mean I even found out it has three holes.... so... sorry I'm weird but I'm just saying......
I've always liked food and considered that I have a pretty good relationship with it. However, lately it has turned into an anxiety source. I've been trying to lose weight, exercising five days a week, cutting calories and I've only dropped 1 kg in 3 weeks. I've always been pretty big, I'm 1.75 mts and I've never been under 95 kg (right now I'm 105 kg). I'm really frustrated and scared that my food anxiety will eventually turn into something worse.
sometimes I want to learn sign language just so o can pretend I'm deaf and avoid talking to strangers
your love feels so fake, my demands aren't high to make
I've always wanted to get a tattoo/tattoos but I've always felt too fat for them.
My mom ticks me tf off. I changed professions, meaning i can move out in 2 or 3 years. But she forcibly wants to move right now. Right now we live in a huge flat, for a really cheap price. We have a big bathroom with a shower that isnt just a modded bathtub, we have 3 big rooms for our own, mom, sister and me, a functioning kitchen, legit everything else you need for a living, and the neighbours would be nice too if she didnt decided to fuck that up. They still like me because i made something out of myself, such a good boy blabla, basic stuff. The only thing thats kinda broken are the pipes. sometimes the heater fails so it gets a little cold and we have no warm water. But thats only a problem for the winter, but she claims its the major thing why she wants to move, aside from the whole neighbor situation. And on top of that, moving wouldnt be a problem if she wouldnt be such a spoiled brat. oh i want a balkony. and a garden. and a bus stop right in front of my door. Get realistic woman, thats luxury you just cant afford. And the possible places she looked out for are even more expensiv because of balcony and garden. bs. a whole lot of bs. fuck you.
I haven't bathed in a week...
I need to get this off my chest. I feel happier living at college hostel compared to living at home. My mom is sick, she has tumor. It’s been 4 years already but she didn’t seek professional help until earlier this month. I’ve always told her to go to the doctor at the very beginning but she wouldn’t listen. She opted for traditional treatment that was superstitious. And she chooses to still be together with my cheating dad and can’t stop complaining about it all over again. So, it’s always the same shit i have to hear every day.