How do I let him go? I fear my general adoration for him is turning into obsession. I promised myself to let him go. Our positions are clear as crystal. He doesn't want to be in a relationship, neither do I personally, and he doesn't feel the same about me as I do him. I've tried to distance myself from him, to let my feelings drift into the unknown. But everytime he texts me, I get so excited and I regress back into step one. I'm continually haunted by distant memories of him kissing me and my hand running through his hair. Someone please tell me how I can get through this.
I think I'm being radicalised. I wouldn't hurt anyone, ever. The state of the world socially is making me very angry, and I am sick of being guilt tripped for slavery because I'm white and rape because I am a man. I have committed no crimes. Modern woke society tells me I am at fault for these things. I can't help imagining the world a different way, I never used to think this way. I used to agree with the woke shit, the world changed. Yet I'm still the problem. I am have reaped none of the male or white privilege I am apparently supposed to get. I am afraid to walk alone at night, I've been sexually harassed at work. My country has diversity hiring policies that have cost dear friends of mine deserving and qualified for their positions jobs they were passionate about because a woman or person of colour applied for the same job. I have a nazi friend and the more time goes on the more I can't argue with his points. I am one of many many young men who feel this way. I am a peaceful man. Not all are like me. the more you push people underground and call them bad for their very nature, the angrier they will become and they will defend their nature. Ironic isn't it. Thought the whole point was don't judge a book by the cover.
Is there a thing like unconsciously self- sabotage? I feel like when I try my best I mess up all the time and I make bad decisions when it matters most. I just feel like I am never good enough.
Nothing feels worse than lashing out at someone you love for something that isn't their fault, and instantly feeling the tidal wave of regret and sorrow for hurting them. I don't mean to do it, I don't want to do it... I don't know how to make it stop.
my story start with I have a very very hard life I hate my life my father is the worst I hate him so much he makes my life feel like I'm living in hell let me tell u why I hate my dad because HE DRUNK and I hate it me and my mom are having the worst most bad life evertime I go somewhere I fake a smile and this was my story bye love yall
my mom's friend and her daughters came to stay with us for a few months I eventually made friends with the oldest daughter i told her i was gay and we were cool before I told her but I guess that made her uncomfortable. she barely talks to me now and rolls her eyes at me and gives me dirty looks now , and says shady things toward me I hate to admit it but it does hurt my feelings i act as if i dont care but I really do idk if shes afraid of me hitting on her but it's not like I like her not even a little bit shes not even my type . Its just upsetting I thought we could be friends but she was nice to me one minute then dismissive the next. I'm getting really annoyed i can take so much disrespect before I start being disrespectful myself, because I hate when I'm judged based off of my sexuality knowing I'm sooo much more than that .
Hit 1m debt today - better go shoot myself
I just want a fucking hug but whenever ita from my family its so unsatisfying and not comforting I just wamt somebody to tell me im gonna be fine and kiss my forehead and give me a warm hug the only hug u got that felt good was from my dad who I see like once a year cause my parents are divorced and he hugged me every day and it always felt so nice how his beard scratched my face like that and I want to feel that again but i cant i feel so alone and i just want somebody with me
Hola Bn voy a desahogarme aquí ya que en otro sitio no puedo. Lo primero tengo 13 años y lo segundo si piensas em decirme te lo mereces o algo parecido ahorratelo. Empiezo, yo estaba en el baño lavandome los dientes y mi hermana entra y me dice que saliera, le contesto q no q se fuera a otro baño. Tiene 18 años y va a cumplir 19. Termino y cogí un tarro de aceite para hecharmelo en los labios para no tener heridas. De repente me agarra del pelo me arrastra por el suelo y me da puñetazos en la cara y por todo el cuerpo, cinco minutos después segía pegandome y yo me intentaba defender. Mi madre viene e intenta q me suelte el pelo pero se va. Estaba chillando de dolor y mi padre viene para ayudarme. Mi hermana me suelta y se hace la victima pero mi padre ya le había visto. Me voy a su cuarto y me pega da puñetazis de nuevo. Vuelvo al salón porque me lo dice mi padre y se va a la cocina para hablar con mi madre. Yo estaba en el salón viendo videos y todos menos mi padre me echaban la culpasiendo que yo no hice nada. Voy a la cocina para beber agua y se estaban riendo de mi y le dije a mi madre que era una mala madre y que muchas gracias por no ayudarme. Me comienza a llamar loca q todo a sido mi culpa y mierdas varias, mi padre le dice q no fue mi culpa y mi madre le dice como tu digas. Ahora está mi hermana con el móvil trankila yo llorando con heridas y mi madre hechandome la culpa y enfadada porque en este trimestre me caían 2 asignaturas pero es porque estoy siempre haciendo tareas de casa. Ns como voy a ir mañana al intituto porque tengo heridas y fiebre por llorar. De mayor no quiero ser como ellas y voy a estudiar mejor para sacar buenas notas y tener dinero. Como se que cuando tenga dinero me pedirá por mantenerme pero le responderé q no fue mi elección nacer y que si por mi fuero no estaría viva pero quiero tener un futuro hijos a los que por cierto no conecerá. Muchas gracias por prestarme atención y os quiero.
when i crashed my bike i was so lonely that i was alone for 5 days in the hospital before anyone came. the hospitals here are bad the people forgot me for 3 days i guess i was too depressed to talk then a physiotherapist shows up and i get up from bed and it stinks badly and i realize its my old blood in the bed and start crying, then the physiotherapist lady tells the nurses to change me, i think she even gave me a hug but dont remember. it was just before my 19th birthday. after that they put screws all the way into my bones and structure around those screws and i have it for 8 months, i didnt want to leave my house or anything so i just stayed in my room. i learned to shower and go up stairs and do my own bandages really fast, my mom couldnt do it so i had to learn, i had a huge hole in my leg and i had to put medicine all the way inside of it, i never had a friend over i didnt know anyone to have. one time there was people over who i didnt knew, my dad is stupid or evil, he makes these strangers go into my room to look at my leg, and lifts my blankets and makes these younger kids stare and some strange man. i dont really talk to my dad, he makes me touch his hands every morning otherwise he throws a fit.