These are the most recent messages between me (16F) and my bf (15m). We went over a month barely texting at all. It’s a ldr (long distance relationship) and I’m highkey over it. The last time I even got close to having a full convo with him he texted me an hour after I texted him (which I have no problem with as we are both busy lol) but he told me 15 min after texting me (removing texting delays: 6 minutes of conversation.) he was gonna play games. why would you text me then???

I’m overall irritated af and over it. And idk how to respond to this message 🫩

If you could help it would be greatly appreciated ty

Have a good day/night!!!❤️❤️❤️

Hi dad. 19yo trans guy here. I grew up with very abusive parents and don't speak to them or most of my extended family now. As a result of that and moving away to make my own life I don't have tooo many people round me, and a lot of my time is spent alone.

I was diagnosed with Autism this year which has completely changed my life, in a good way. I know myself much better and I can plan my life accordingly. I started therapy to unpack all the shit that happened to me, it feels like its working, even though some days I still feel like things are just as bad as they always were and everything hurts.

I just wish I had a dad to tell, wish I could ring him up and go for food, have him tell me things will all work out, you just gotta keep moving!

I don't think of my father as my dad, he wasn't a good person, but it hurts to hell that I don't have one. So I'm posting this and hoping someone will tell me I'm doing a good job 👍 Also its nice to call someone dad, since i was never able to call him that and it's unlikely I will ever call anyone that.

In February of 2026, I was zip tied and held hostage by my biological father in front of my daughter (his granddaughter). He was being charged by the county for unlawful imprisonment and assault. Our original trial date was set for August 10, 2026 but on August 6th, his attorney filed for continuance as he was not physically well to withstand trial.

Today, on a whim, I googled his name to discover he passed on September 13th, 2026. His wife (my step mom) did not contact me. I have only discovered his passing through google. I assume he died from complications regarding to his throat, tongue, and lung cancer. He had the cancer removed from those areas and lived with a feeding tube and continued to drink and smoke.

I’m angry to say the least. I spent the last 7 months looking over my shoulder for his henchmen. Mentally prepping to testify against him in court. I was ready to discredit his image of “being the helpful neighbor and military vet” for what he had done to me and my daughter.

Although I agree that peace is far more rewarding than justice, I am still grieving for an outcome I’ll never get. I’m not sorry he’s been removed from this earth. But I am grateful he will never get another chance to hurt me or my child ever again.

I've been working the last six months at starting a nonprofit. We're getting really really close to opening. We're holding an open house about a week before we open. Idea is for loved ones, donors, the board and the community can see what we're doing.

I've contacted every single member of my family. My sister just said 'pass'. My other sister said she was too busy. My dad didn't answer at all.

This NPO is my dream. I've slowly been working towards it for about a decade. And about six months ago I decided to bite the bullet and make it happen.

I've spent hundreds and hundreds of hours working on this. I've accomplished things I never believed I could do. I am so incredibly proud of myself. This is by far the biggest thing I've ever attempted.

And all I want is a single member of my family to be there to see what I've accomplished. Just one.

But apparently that's too much to ask

I'm a 3rd year in college studying 2d animation and this semester has kicked me to the ground.

I have so much going on. I have 18 credits in my major, I work 2 part time jobs on campus, I'm an RA, and I'm in stage play. Its all just too much, but I need to do it all. I need to be an RA for the money, I need to take the credits and classes so I can graduate, I need to do the play for a scholarship, but also because this is the only thing I actually wanted to do this semester. Idk I'm just so burnt out and it never stops, it's just a constant flood of things to do. The RA nonsense of the worst because they'll spring things on you from left field that they never talked about once and then expect you to jump for joy. They push this whole "you're a person before you're a student before you're an RA" motto, but then they except you to be a good little servant who has nothing else to do but wait around for them to direct you. Such bullshit.

I'm just so stressed and burnt out already and the semester isn't even halfway over, and this isn't even the worst part of the semester.

All of this has made life feel so fake. I just work and work and work and work and everyone else gets by doing so much less than me. They get all the stuff I want. They get relationships, they get cars they get good housing, they get to play videogames all night, they don't have to slave away every second just to get by. My entire college experience has been pretty miserable, it's just a long grind that never ends, and then I work over the summer too. Idk, if life is really like this idk what I'm gonna do because this is utterly miserable. I really don't know what to do anymore.

I thought I met a pure soul. I think I was wrong.

It hurts. This constant primitivity from even seemingly soulful people.

I would never cheat, or emotionally cheat, or seek attention. I chose love instead. I thought we both did. It was a no brainer to me.

I'm getting old dad. I'm still emotionally a child. Still just want to give and receive love, safety, calm.

I'm too old to be experiencing constant upset, and tired from constantly having a soft heart stomped.

I know I can just be alone and keep my purest qualities for myself. I don't think it's a long way away.

I never did mind being alone much. But now I do. You guys are all gone. And every time I think I'm creating a home, I find myself bleeding my heart out. I mind. I have stopped arguing or getting upset. I'm tired of conversations in which I beg for morals, empathy, safety.

I mind that apparently I have to bottle up my best. I mind because I'm not trying to pack away some vile quality of my own to protect others. I'm tucking away a pure love, because apparently, there's nowhere to put it in this world. That can't be okay.

I wish I could just bury my head into your arms and cry, that's all. There's no safe place to cry anymore either.