I know I have to face life's struggles alone, but I don't want to and that makes me feel anxious and lonely. I don't have friends either way. I feel like life is just constant suffering. What's the point of anything if I'm always alone?
How many times a day is a normal amount of fighting in a relationship?
I've started to doubt the existence of love and I hope I'm wrong
This is more of a "today I f****d up" kind of thing, though it happened yesterday. My wife and I were at the pool, loads of people around. At one point I let my mind wander, and so did my eyes. Apparently I was "staring" at some woman's bottoms and my wife got mad. The thing is I was really zoned out, I wasn't even looking at whoever was there. *sigh*
My English teacher tricked us, giving us a a fake spelling test. I downloaded an irregular amount of apps so I could learn Greek because of it.
I feel so stupid because of this but I always feel watched. At home, in the woods, in the streets, I feel like there might be hidden cameras everywhere because of what I've heard of mass surveillance in countries like US and Germany. I know how foolish this sounds! But I don't know how I can stop worrying.
I don't feel anything when having sex, no clitoral, no vaginal or anal feeling, it's because I was born with sexual dysfunction. I get really really depressed after trying masturbation. So I don't do it anymore.. I'm much more happier not ever trying it. But sometimes, I get to hear people talking about how good sex was and I'm completely clueless how it feels and I feel very excluded.. Unhuman like... And I go back to the feeling of depression...
Is it weird that I can't stomach graphic violence in movies or games but in song lyrics, I'm fine with it?
I hate it when someone on the Internet mocks me for not understanding that what they said was a joke. I mean, we're using a written medium here with no tone of voice to listen to! Plus, they didn't even use emojis to compensate for that. So how the hell was I supposed to know!?
I fucking hate April Fool's Day. I don't know why it's a "holiday". Whatever it started as, it's now just a day for people to see what lies they can get away with and what shitty "pranks" they can pull. It's just a day to be mean. And for people like me who can't tell when people are joking or being serious, and people with social anxiety, this day is hell. I have to stay off the internet and avoid people entirely because I can't trust anyone not to lie to me. But I can't avoid work, and I'm dreading it. My coworkers especially like to mess with me because they know I can't tell when they're being serious. It pisses me off. It's so draining.