I'm scared of men's sexuality even though all I "know" about it comes from media and hearsay. (I'm so socially awkward that I've never been acquianted with a guy who isn't related to me...) I don't want to believe that all men are perverts, and it would likely be unfair of me to think so, but despite that I continue to fear that it is like that.
I don't know if any of you have seen it, but I once saw this one post on social media a very long time ago and it still kind of bothers me. It was on twitter, I think? Anyway, it said "Me dissecting your entire personality within minutes of meeting you" with a gif of some smug-looking woman or something to that effect. Later someone said that people only got mad about it because they were jealous or because they felt threatened. Well, honestly I feel threatened indeed. I doubt that what the post said is possible exactly, but some people are more perceptive than others, right? I'm terrified of the possibility of someone like that deducing many things about me just by looking at me. I'm scared of being seen, and it's partly because of seeing that post and hearing other people talk about "reading people" in general. I can't do it. (Except when it comes to my brother.) I'm terrified of the idea that someone sees more of me than I see of them.
I am so tired and sad that I'm pushing it all back into the pit of my stomach and doing chores to keep me busy and not stressed or anxious.
I hate my girlfriend. I really can't stand her. I have tried to make her leave but she won't and every time we have sex I close my eyes and pretend that I am fucking her badass older sister. I want her sister more than anything but that's probably as close as I will ever get to having her older sister.
ALL of my friends are getting married and I keep getting stuck with these emotionally stunted half gay ny niggas. I'm 27. I'm shook.
I was a goody goody in school. good grades, that friend that was always there for others .y best friend of 14 years died a couple years. and I went on a downward spiral... I stopped caring about life. I didn't care if I lived or died. I didn't care if I hurt others. I didn't care if my life went anywhere...
can you point someone who do you believe is enjoying the life he/she has and would have say yes if she/he were asked to come to life again? See? Suicide is not too far away
I was so filled up with you. You being gone is a huge emptiness that I dont know what to fill up with inside my life
I dont deserve me. My body and soul needs someone who can take actions easily. Decide what to do. Do what she wants.
I play sandbox coloring to lower my anxiety when it's bad and i cant sleep but sometimes it doesnt work can someone reccomend a relaxing game that I can play when my stress levels or anxiety levels are bad