None of my friends ever get excited about the things that I get excited about. Conversations with Friend A are always about her, and when I try to talk about something that's important to me, she shortly acknowledges it but then immediately jumps to a topic that makes it impossible for me to talk about my stuff, because it's something like "I feel like killing myself again" that's impossible to ignore. Friend B is a one-upper, I don't think I have to explain that ("Oh congrats on your good work evaluation! I am getting promoted next Friday. But yours is good too!"). Friend C manages to make everything I get excited about sound boring as hell, like something that's already widely known and not worth talking about. Like when I found out that my ex boyfriend is the new anchor on a major TV channel, which was big news for me (because... how often do you see someone you know on TV?), she was like "yeah I've known that for ages, I think everybody does. He actually told my friend Harper a month ago. It's not like he's the new president." I'm so sick of never being allowed to be excited about anything. The cherry on top is that they constantly tell me to see a therapist because they fear I'm depressed. "You just never seem excited about anything!" Oh I wonder why not
as much as try I can't hate you tondo so would be hating my heart my soul. I hate the way you treated me. I wish I could hate you hating you would be hating a part of me.
He's everything I want everything I need he means nothing to me because he'll never be you
I know i shouldn't be mad, i dont have the rights to, but i introduced one of my friends to another group of friend of mine and they have unexpectedly gotten closer leaving me out on everything, i thinks it's abit rude idfk. am i trippen too hard being unreasonable? or can someone reassure me that im not because i need an explanation on why i feel so jealous
I'm in an online group that is based around costume building. It's a place for people to ask questions, get feedback, or just generally post progress pics of their costumes. Well one girl in particular has posted a few times asking for help because she's very lost on how to go forward, she's barely even started. I noticed no one was really acknowledging her anytime she posted. So I chimed in with some tips, sent her some example pics and a tutorial video link. Then she started talking to me about her personal life. And now she won't stop. This 16 year old girl is very sweet but I do not have the energy or time for an emotionally troubled person to latch on to me right now. But I feel guilty telling her to leave me alone, because she just needs a friend to talk to. But I'm 23 and I'm starting to worry she sees me as some kind of maternal figure to bring all of her problems to, even though in reality I'm basically a kid myself. Sorry for the long rant, I just... I hate this. Why can't I just be nice to people without them attaching themselves to me like leeches? Why am I a magnet for people who are beyond my help? Why do I have to be scared that I'll have to deal with another broken person latching on to me if I help them with a simple, unrelated task? I just want to be nice without turning into everyone's therapist.
I know you say you hate me and that you're pissed off at me I get that you have every right to be. if you don't want to be in a relationship with me anymore I understand. one thing I would like to ask is a if we could be civil with each other at least long enough to go park down by the river and fuck each other's brains out one last time you know this cocks the best you've ever had and I love that little pussy of yours so what do you think One Last Time For Old Times Sake?
i.am having a very hard time right now. I was molested from the age of 8-13 byy dad's best friend. I could never ever tell and felt so guilty that at age 40 it still haunts me. he was a middle school VP so. sure he did more horrible things his granddaughter is rebelling at 5he world and 8 see slot of myself in her. how did my parents not know. as a mama I would know. at 24 I was raped again by a friend who I thought cated deeply for me. then last year in October a stranger in Walmarts parking lot attacked me. WHY ??? I HAVE PTSD and my husband left because of it.
in the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share the planet and an epoch with!
when it's a stupid fucking picture of a baby sloth that finally drops you leaving crying inconsolably
In highschool I didnt give a f*ck if you didnt liked me, if you thought I was ugly or hell I didnt care about comparing myself to other females who where prettier then me. Now I am 25 and I feel like I have hit this mile stone sooo late. I look at other beautiful females and just think I wish I could look like that. I now worry about people liking me or not liking me. I worry about how others see me. I dont want to be the bad guy. I want to be good. I want to be liked. I want to have friends. But now I worry so much it have givin me bad anxiety. So bad that I over think everything. How a person reacts when I talk to them. How they move. How their face makes their expressions and honestly it f*ckin sucks.