So, my friend spent the night last night. I work third shift, so I was gone all night, but my sister was here, and she's friends with her too so it was fine. So I tell them that I plan on getting up decently early so that I can hang out with them, instead of sleeping all day like usual since I don't have to work tonight. Well, I got up at 1. They had been gone for a long time already. I called them multiple times. No answers. Another hour went by, no sign of them. I started panicking a bit because I was worried they had wrecked the car or something. Well my sister calls me back around 2:30, and after saying hello, the first words out of her mouth are "Yeah, you can go back to sleep if you want...-" Ouch. "-I texted mom, but I forgot to tell you; we went to the movies.-" Double ouch. "-Now we're on our way to the park to use [friend]'s spirit box. (friend mumbles in background) Yeah, you can come with us if you want? Should we come get you?" I respond with "Well, I have to get mom up at 3." She just says "Oh. Guess I'll see you later then." and we hang up. My feelings are beyond hurt that they just fucking ditched me. And the worst part is, this isn't the first time they've done this. I hate feeling like I'm a fucking third wheel with my own best friend.
I think I'm too unattractive to be loved. I don't know why, but I always think no one will ever be able to fall in love with me or care about me because I'm not good looking enough. Even when I feel good about myself, there's always that voice in the back of my head thats like "sure you look cute, but there are much better looking people than you".
You're a grown man, old enough to have a grandson but act like a obnoxious child at board games and collectible card games. Games are supposed to be enjoyable and have a laugh with friends. Instead you have to win at any cost and if it means pissing everyone else so be it.
sorry, but as black male, racism absolutely is more prevalent amongest whites than any other other race.
I hate when people ruin a movie you’ve been excited to see and there’s no spoiler warnings
I love my baby I really do, but he is just a handfull sometimes and then tonight I have leterally tried to get him to go back to sleep since 11 and its now 230 am and im too the point of crying. Hes crying cause hes tried. Im crying cause I'm tried and knowing hes tried but hes fighting so hes mad and being pregnant agian all this stress right now is making my stomach ache so bad. I do have the babys father in my life and living with me but hes also an ass when you wake him up from sleeping and his pissy attitude is the last thing I need right now. Not saying i'm innocence in anyway cause I obviously get fustrated too. Its hard to be a mom and now I am going to have two which is twice the trouble...Im so jealous of mothers who just have all the patience in the world...I just feel like Im not doing a good enough job now so I dont expect me to be better with another. Im just worried I'll make it worse and that they will be better off without me.
I love my cat. Really, I do. He's so sweet and he's such a great cat. And I am so blessed to have him right now because he vanished for several months, and I only got him back because he still had his collar by the grace of God and some lady called me. My confession, though, is that I'm considering rehoming him. Despite his great qualities, this cat is trouble. He's very mischievous and clever, and he's constantly getting into the dog's food. And now he's started getting into our food. I try to keep him contained downstairs because my family is allergic to him, but he keeps finding ways to escape upstairs and go on a feeding frenzy. It's pissing me off that I can't outsmart this cat. He keeps barging his way through the ghetto door setup with brute force, or leaping a good 10 feet over the top of it. I'm at my wits' end. I don't want to keep him crated all the time- I can't, even if I wanted to, because I can't afford to keep spending this much on laundry detergent and cleaning supplies to take care of his messes in the crate- but he can't keep getting upstairs. I love him and I'm so glad he's home, but he wasn't like this before. He used to be so well behaved. It's like he's a totally different cat :( And now I don't know if I can handle him. My various mental disorders make me unable to handle stress well, and this is stressing me out beyond belief. I just wonder if someone else out there is better suited to care for him than I am.
I hate randomly waking up after only a few hours of precious sleep, and despite trying, being unable to fall asleep again. I'm so exhausted that my head hurts, I feel like someone parked a car on my face. I'm tired. Why can't I sleep?
I hate falling for a guy who is cold and bold... yet i was blind to his attitude. ..
The depression is hitting me hard. My chest physically hurts from the emotional turmoil I'm going through. Fuck mental illness. This shit is ruining my life.