People notice when you talk about them. It's not very stealthy if you go from talking very loudly to suddenly whispering and shooting glances in someone's direction. Also, whispering while standing 2 metres away doesn't mean you aren't heard.
This may sound like a joke but please know I'm being completely honest here and just need help. My sister has incestual feelings for me. she's twelve years old and I just turned seventeen. I don't know if this a phase she's going through, or if she's just trying to get a reaction from me, but I've been feeling really bad. She constantly turns whatever conversation we're having into something inappropriate. She asks me if I can kiss her on the mouth so she knows what it feels like. She asks if I want to see her undressed. A week or so ago she came into my room and molested me in my sleep. And when I woke up, she kissed me on the mouth and I was just frozen and didn't know what to do. I've been avoiding her, and quite frankly I am afraid of her. I've told her several times that brothers and sisters can't do that, but she said she read a book about a brother and sister who did these things together, so she thinks it's fine. I don't know who gave her the book. I'm actually crying now because I just feel so sick and I don't know what to do. Our parents are dead and we live with our grandmother, and when I told her about my sister, she laughed. I don't know how to fix this.
I wish I could get over my crush so I can find someone else. Why can't my stupid ass brain figure out he's probably not into me? He has a girlfriend. I'm lucky he even wants to be friends with me. I should take what I can get and fucking move on. But I can't stop my heart from fluttering when he says my name. I can't stop my cheeks from blushing when we make eye contact. I can't stop my lips from smiling just being around him. I have no control and I hate it.
I got three Whisper app and within 15 minutes a 23 year old guy asked me to do that stuff with him. I ended up sending him pics and eventually blocked him. This happened within 6 hours. I'm 16. He said it would be our little secret, but I'm too scared to lose my virginity and so I blocked him.
Writing this to vent, because I can't in reallife, please read this wot. My gf has and/or had schizophrenia. According to her, intrusive voices that reinforce selfdoubt in her have become rare and basically nonexistant, but it was a real problem when she was younger. I rarely talk to her about it, she doesn't like it and it, I confess, pains me to see her getting as pale as a corpse with an expression of eldritch terror on her face, when she speaks about the whole deal, expressing her fear that the whole shit will come back one day...and I can't, for fucks sake, relate...my only experience with that was a time where I smoked way too much weed with my friends and their voices kept lingering in my thoughts after they went home, which was kinda spooky and unpleasant, but gone with the dawn as I woke up the next morning...I mean, I already tend to worry to much, but this whole ordeal just keeps me awake at night. She is so sweet, smart, utterly perfect for me, and I love her, it psychologically and physically hurts to know that she has or at least had to carry such a burden. I hope the fact that the intrusive voices got better/stopped as she got older and through regular visits to the psychologist shows that it just was a young minds interpretation of selfdoubt, yet, being mentally broken myself - yet differently, I know that this hope is in vain.
im tired it always me who understand people but people never understand me
i have no motivation and spirit ugh. yesterday i told my mom if i have a test on monday later and that lesson is a lesson which ive been stressing about. but she didnt understand me and said to me "iTs becAuSe yOu dOnT tRy HaRd blablabla". im sad. i thought i'll be motivated when i told her or maybe she could just cheer me up or what but the truth is not
my life is so fucking boring and predictable like a cliche chick flick that sometimes i think my life is just setting me up for shit to go down like an action packed climax, or maybe i'm just desperate. just give me something i'll gladly take it i have no life.
Meeting people remind me a lot of toy boxes with the shapes on it. She wants a rectangle not you. Damn Triangle.
It stinks that my ex got to know my mom but didn't seem that upset when she died. I get that she wasn't his mom and he only knew her for two and a half years. Maybe him having Aspergers could explain it. But I don't remember him crying at all. When I was really sad and had mild depression after she died, he said he'd call my grandma to send me to the mental hospital. I didn't need that. I was just sad! I wasn't suicidal, I didn't think of hurting myself or others. I didn't want or need a mental hospital. I just wanted his support and understanding while I grieved. He never even went to the mausoleum with me, even though it was only 20 minutes from my house. The lack of emotional support really opened my eyes to the other bullshit I went through for him. Losing my mom and having to support myself at 19 made me grow up. It made me realize he wasn't growing up with me. He was two years older than me but he hadn't matured at all since we were together. Life is too short and unfair to waste your time with an asshole manchild. I wish I could've realized that while my mom was here. It's not fair that my ex got to meet my mom and didn't appreciate her, but my fiance now never got to meet her. He wishes he could've met her and I know my mom would've liked him more than my ex. He hugs me and comforts me when I'm having a sad day and miss her. No questions asked, if I need a hug I can tell him and he'll stop whatever he's doing. He made sure to leave a spot for my mom's picture in our living room so we can always see her. It was his idea to get the picture and a flower to set up a little spot for her on Mothers Day. Cemeteries freak him out but I'm pretty sure he'd go with me when we finally get to visit my hometown. It's not fair that he didn't get to meet my mom.