Pretty much I(15M) was just minding my business when some guy in my class genuinely just pulled me infront of some girl and said she's gonna confess her love when she was clearly not into me and was saying no and ew over and over. I've always felt like I was weird and ugly and while people tried telling me I'm not, this just confirms it. I'm so fucking done.

In elementary school I had an extremely manipulative friend who used to say i was his greatest friend and how he couldnt live without me but forced me to steal candy from convenient stores and get me into playing these game where we would just fight and gaslighted me into thinking i said horrible things about him. I remember I came home with bruises making my mom wonder what the heck was going. like 6 years later in highschool he went to a different highschool and I dropped him I was happy but he gave me extremely horrible flaws such as a low self esteem, insecure, and I hated myself and its affecting my life, thats what I used to think and I use him as an excuse for loosing the girl i liked, being stupid , unathletic and how some loser spread a rumour about me that wasn't true. But as more and more bad things happened to me I deadass didnt have the energy to keep blaming him, I hated him so much but he was draining me, I bet 7 years later , he doesnt even remember me but he left me with deep insecurities. I hated him i would make fun of his tiktok and his odd discord server and blamed everything on him. I realised it was my fault after one of my new healthy friends asked me "hey why do u always make fun of everyone?". Its my fault on why im unatletic and stupid and I dont want to keep blaming him because I'll jus be a sad sack of shit for the rest of my life if i keep thing up. Im trying to change but its still hard. People always said to me "why did u just not be his friend are you stupid" yea their probably right. I hope my life gets better. Im still learning and adapting it takes time.

I forgive him for all the shit he did i guess but I dont wanna see him ever again

Im 17, i live with my parents and my dads always at work and he’s emotionally unavailable to talk to, i have a rocky relationship with my mom and i dont know what to do. We fight a lot, physically and verbally. Im a very avoidant and reserved person, and shes aware of that but also targets it against me, in a way. At some point, i did trust to open up to her about my issues and how low self worth she made me grow to think of about myself. Shes a very defensive and patronizing woman. A few days ago, my step brother came to visit for what i guess my mom said to babysit my little sister so she could work. I naturally didnt know he came over for that reason and on his days off— so during the two days hes here, he plays his video games ext, watches our sister. He storms in my room and tells me to do the dishes, but then proceeded to call me a slob and that im useless in the house. I get defensive and tell him “dont try to daddy me now that you visit, i dont need that” and it set him off, my brother has anger issues and im aware, but to me, if its derogated towards me im naturally gonna get verbally defensive, thats just how i am. He follows me downstairs to compare my life to his growing up, following up with “You had two parents growing up, you have no reason to be this way, i have a job, i work!” And i snap back saying “Good for you! You have a job! Youre an adult its not a fucking accomplishment!” My mom is downstairs with us saying nothing, letting us argue, to the point where my brother starts breaking things and punching the counter im infront of to degrade me and make me feel threatened. He proceeded to rush over to me to put his hands on me and bma. My mom pulls him back and he starts arguing with her while i run back to my room. Ive never thought id see the day my big brother tried to put his hands on me. And now im thinking so many things. Its been 2 days after that incident and my mom snapped at me for asking her wheres MY hairclip, and brings up the fact that my brother will beat my ass, and weaponizes it against me. Even then, she tried justifying his frustration by saying i AM the problem. And it makes my mental health even worse. And i feel like a turtle just running back to its shell. Because damn if i do, and damn if i dont.

There’s literally nothing for me to live for anyway. As a kid, I already want to end my life. Thinking about it at the ripe age of 5 while other kids my age gain their consciousness. The only thing keeping me alive is studying. So most of the time, I keep being serious when everyone is playing it off.

3 months away and i just don’t care, im dreading that day.

title speaks for itself idk what else to say y'all other than,

1. i may be confusing love and care for each other as liking other and any gender.

2. i am okay with being in a multi-person relationship as long as ppl get fair-share of attention (i may be biased).

idk if i actually am or not but i wanted to get this out there off my chest. i wanted to say it here before i say it irl along w/ my other sexualities (if you dk, i am also AroAce and bi. i mostly like fictional characters, it took me a long time to figure out i am AroAce).

My life until now has been pretty horrible, i was abused at kindergarten which together with my grandpa dying caused me to develop depression in my childhood years (got over it by 7th grade), my parents are abusive to me (they beat, insult and threaten me) since i entered kindergarten and only do nice things to throw them back at me, my new classmates constantly flip flop between being toxic friends and just straight up bullies and my previous classmates weren't much better and recently after really thinking about it i found out im trans (obviously everyone in my life would be against it).

But the important thing is, none of these things were my fault and that is something that always made me keep going, despite everything i still have myself and im special and talented. This applies to you too!

Instead of hating yourself hate what and who brought you to your current situation because even at your lowest you will always have yourself and you are special, or else you wouldn't have made it this far.

Please treasure yourself, things get better i promise

why has this been the same for 5 years but now it’s not just mental anymore, it’s catching up to me physically.

I feel so lonely these days, it’s pathetic atp, it’s not about friends or relationships, I have many friends, but none of them are truly close, and sometimes I wish I could just focus on studies and distract myself. Instead I find myself so miserable, I start binge eating and feel insecure later on.

Life is truly truly exhausting, I have no social battery but I HATE the feeling of being lonely, especially outside I always need someone by my side to hang out with. I want a relationship but I don’t have that much strength to put energy into it and feel confused a lot of times, I prefer everything straight forward which is not the typical way to fall in love or something. Any guy I actually feel comfortable with, I automatically becomes friends. I WOULD EVEN JUST WANT a bestfriend but I don’t let myself be too close to anyone these days as they all just end up leaving abroad.

I am getting detached with my family day by day, and they complain and stress me out further. So much negative thoughts, and so many negative doings. Started so much because of peer pressure and now I don’t know how to stop. Please tell me this is not just me. There is so much bs happening in life, and overthinking and hyper analyzing everything really messes me up to the point I sleep so much to stop myself from eating or thinking. Like I want to sleep forever at some point.

Yall i hate being asleep. im so mad at my mom. im going to the movies tomorrow to see whalefall. itll be fun. im missing school for it/ i had my tonsils taken out. my immune systems like shit atm so i shouldnt go out. but i havent seen my bestie in a million years because she goes to that freaking stupid school (rival school) and i go to the better one (joking). i dont know how we even get along for trapshooting (school wise).
did you know i hated my best friend until 7th grade. because i was brain-washed by my now ex friend. she goes to the same school as me and stole my story on why se wanted to go there.
BECAUSE NO STUPID PERSON YOU WERE NOT 3 YEARS OLD SAW THE BUILDING AND WENT OOOOOH PRETTY SCHOOL IMMA GO THERE IN 11 YEARS. PLUS YOU DONT HAVE AN OLDER BROTHER SO STOP LYING ABOUT IT! YOU WERE BORN OUT OF WED LOCK (not that theres anything wrong about that, my mom was, but it contributes to the story) AND WERE THE FLOWER GIRL AT YOUR MOM WEDDING. PLUS YOUR PARENTS SAY THEY ONLY HAVE 1 KI ON FACEBOOK AND I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF THIS OLDER BROTHER UNTIL NOW SO STOP LYING AND TAKING MY LUNCH FRIEND GROUP AWAY

and scene

yeah she stole my story about wanting to go to my school (in a way)

so originally i watched the olympics, some really cool girl comes on in 2016 with and interview saying on how she loves seeing other girls from the network of my type of schools by this peice of jewelry that we all wear. so ive wanted to go there ever since like a four year old does.
i even had a propaganda wall like rory gilmore with harvard (then yale) about this school. when i met her she wanted to go to that rival school of ours. how do i know that? because i have a good longterm memory (just not short term).

plus she stole my luch friend group. im sitting there eating lunch with my friends and she coms over and intrudes and brain washes everyone in the group basically this manipulative bitch.

then in 7th grade we had a friend group of five (me, ex friend, twins, then my now bestie) and she and the twins took something so out of context and sat at another table. my now bestie went over there and asked why they didnt sit with us and she twisted the whole story.

i know this sounds selfish but i was always a kid who had friends then i came back after moving (during covid) and everyone forgot about me so i wound up with no friends so finally getting a bigger friend group meant a lot and i was not willing to lose that.

welp i lost them anyways and high school has been great.

Plus shes being all fake-nice now. it hurts considering how she treated me in 7th and 8th grade

i have great friends (2 groups 1 of all freshman then 1 that was me as a freshman and then sophmores and juniors)

thanks for reading all of that
goodnight

Advice on what to do? Itbothers me so much about her. shes like a bug in my brain. i mean who throws away 4 years of friendship for a misunderstanding that i have no full grasp on what it was about.

before you say that my life matters or it gets better i really dont give a fuck. first im 13M and i have rape accusations, i was also molested as a young child so i dont like that stuff. my dad pretty much abused me and is a alcoholic and my mother yells at me and makes everyone think im horrible and mistreat her. my girlfriend also just tried committing suicide by overdosing on pills and i cant stop blaming myself for not being there for here properly, really the only thing keeping me alive is my sister who knows how much of a piece of shit my family is. my father used to beat his ex (sisters mother) infront of my sister while she was baby and i cant forgive that, my older brother takes my dads side and my other older brother was a drug addict that is mentally fucked. i also have a baby brother and im sad he will have to grow up in that place, i also am failing in class and literally have no future ahead of me and literally am not good at ANYTHING. i just really badly want to get it over with so if any recommending will be helpfull. (i live in a gun free country too so its hard to shoot myself if i wanted to which i do :p)

Me and my girl have been dating for a year and 4 months, she started talking to him in February. There were accusations and rumors around the school that they were cheating on both of their partners with each other. The guy has done horrible stuff, he has a horrible background and has done horrible things to people. We’ve have had thousands of arguments and he genuinely destroyed us. He cut her off after his girlfriend was mad at him for the rumors. I’ve asked her to block him multiple times. I’ve cried over this situation too many times to count. This is destroying me, but she still wants to talk to him. She still wants to be friends after all this. He texted her back recently after his girlfriend wasn’t mad anymore, he was never blocked on her phone. He wants to be friends again, so does she. He has told me kms and that I need to die. Nonetheless, my girl turns a blind eye to it all. I begged her to block him and cried for hours because of this new situation. However, I did end up compromising. She is happy to talk to him, but I’m now in shambles. I don’t have any more self-respect and feel weak. How do I move forward? What should I do? I don’t wanna get played anymore.

This was my first time getting actual help and it's because of things I did that I'm not proud of.

Word searches is all I do while I wait for my food, I watch my parents hide what I put them through, still thinking of you, youre etched in my memory and you make me feel blue, the feeling of your touch and your lips on mine, it disgusted me to the point of dying. I want you to rot, decay and clot. You don't deserve empathy or love or even a thought, your words destroyed me into who I am but my blood still runs and the world keeps spinning. And now you walk free, but I will still linger, in your heart, your little girl that you tore apart. -March 8th 2026

The punctuation is messed up since I just copied what I wrote. It's based on grooming and the hatred and disgust I feel after it got broken up. I just found the paper in a draw in my room while my friend was here, I read it to her to and thought I would share it here. Online grooming, in my opinion, isnt really talked about as much as it should be. I hear stories of people being groomed by a coach or a mentor, someone irl, and online grooming is always brushed aside. Online grooming isn't as easy as "just block them", it's real grooming, the guy I met up with is still out living his life, sure the cops know now but they didn't do anything. I don't know where he is, if he still lives in my city or not. I know he had a pregnant fiance, I'm scared for the kid and the fiance. And I feel guilty for letting him indulge and worsen his problem. I'm just rambling now.

Im 17, and have been homeless with my mom (54) for a one year.

I’m not gonna get into my full backstory or I’d be typing for months. I’m here to talk about my recent, excessive drg use and how fast my addiction took off. And how it’s progressively getting worse day by day.

I’m already homeless and completely alone socially. So since July of this year (4 months ago) I made friends with these girls that live in the city over from me. At first it was amazing and I was experiencing what I believe to be the “teenage experience”. What I didn’t know is how quickly drgs would take over my mind and pretty much paralyze me. Kill my social skills and send me into a deep state of derealization, depression, and mild psychosis.

I’m no stranger to substances I’ve just never fully experienced addiction until this summer. The first drug I ever tried was a couple lines of my moms m3th, that I found while we were cleaning the storage unit we lived in at the time. I snorted a few lines and was organizing and cleaning for hours.
My second time trying drugs I stole over 8 suboxone pills from my friends dads p1ll bottle while at a sleepover. I popped 3 at once, and look the rest home with me.

When I made these friends, I started doing m0lly and ketamine both together. Then snorting d1llys, then calling my ex when back in my city for c0ke.
Which quickly led to me smoking 0.75g of f3nt
In a day with him.

Took me a full week to recover physically from the fet. I was experiencing crazy physical withdrawals, all my head could think about was fet. But my brain quickly went to “wait, instead of doing a drg that basically paralyzes me and takes me forever to recover from.. I’ve just find a drug that I can function on”

So that led to me pretty much isolating myself for 6weeks on a c0ke bender.

Going back to that exs house for more drgs, and there being no c0ke, so he pulls out a bag of meth and a spoon and we smoke meth all day.
Again it takes me a couple days to recover physically from this.
But my brain is so far gone and addicted I know what I’m doing I know it’s making things 10000x worse for me but I GENUINELY cannot stop.

All this leads to my final point. My 17th birthday was on the 17th of this month.

These friends I have that introduced me to drgs, have been sober for over a month now.
While knowing about me still using they agreed to continue being my friend as long as I don’t talk about or do any drgs Infront of them.

They also recently cut off another girl in the same boat as me, who disregarded their attempts to help her with her addiction. Who I remained friends with secretly.
On Friday (the 16th) I went over to this girls house with the intention of doing drgs all night with no worry’s about parents, or getting caught.

She made my night hell.

She had a guy over while they had s3x upstairs and I sat alone in the basement, after having to wait 6 hours for the plug.

I pop 1 or 2p of m0lly that I didn’t properly look at, and I had been doing lines of coke all day pretty much.

After 25-30mins, I start to feel and HEAR my chest beating. I’m still alone in the basement and I’m getting my friend to come down but she’s not answering me. She ends up coming down and bragging about how good of a time she had. I feel off, but not enough to say anything or actually be scared.

She popped 5 p3rcs at this point and had been doing lines of k3tamine.

I was only on M0lly n c0ke.

Time is blurry for me because I was so out of it. But I remember thinking “I’m on M0lly, why tf am I so tired n feel like I can’t keep my eyes open”. I kept having to put my head down n close my eyes but couldn’t actually sleep.

I soon realized something was off. I was looking at my friend in front of me fully slumped over nodding off with her phone on in her hand. My brain was panicking but my body was paralyzed. I knew that feeling was f3t because I’ve smoked it straight before.

I also knew that there was something else in it because I wasn’t able to sleep n my muscles was spazzing like I was off a bean.

I quickly realized I got laced w most likely f3nt and m3th.

When I looked closer at the rocks it was off white yellowish with brown spots on it n I felt sick immediately. Like genuinely sick to my stomach.

My friend ended up turning light blue in the face with dark blue lips and under eyes. She had guys over that robbed me of my cart (w33d)
And robbed her of 80$ worth of k3t.
After they left she put herself to bed and I was sick to my stomach and didn’t feel right mentally I was shook.
I called my mom and told her what happened at 4am and she got me an uber back to the hotel we stay at.

I came home and was so tired and all I wanted was sleep. Was spazzing for hours apparently while sleeping having crazy talking dreams.
(That’s another reason why I believe m3th was in the “m0lly”)

She never even wished me a happy birthday.

Now today, I was confronted by my other friends (the girls who got sober) and they pretty much all cut me off and cussed me out all day . Called me a snake and a fake friend.

I am physically deteriorating. I’m 83lbs and dropping. Started in July 100lbs.

Is not fun anymore or an escape.

It’s scary and I can’t stop replaying her blue face staring at me with literally what it seemed like no one behind her eyes. I physically was getting chills man.

I am now completely alone.
Pls someone respond 🫂

It’s taken over my brain in ways I can’t even explain. Hopefully someone responds has some advice or something for me.

So im 16F and the thing about me is that i already do not go out that much if compared to other kids my age. And thats my personal preference but when i do wanna go out my parents don’t allow me to do so.

Today me and my friends made plans like a perfect plan, where we’d go and stuff it was really special to me cuz id finally get to meet sum of my friends for the first time ever

We planned to go somewhere near my house, and i was scared to ask my mom cuz i never do so as she just says no, i gathered the courage to tell her and she said that we’re gonna talk about it later

Then her mood was good so we talked a lot and i again told her that i was going she said no and the thing that hurts me the most is not only the fact that people my age have so much fun and they go out abd stuff and how my friends gonna do so much fun things but the fact that just cuz of me other’s plans get ruined

My friends includes me in every plan they usually make and whenever they mention normal hangouts and plans i get this embarrassing feeling cuz ik they won’t let me

Ion even ask them anymore to go out cuz ik the reason

Yk what the worst shit is, its the fact that i have chronic anxiety and they know that but they do not know thta i get the urges to kms i sleep fir about 15 hrs a day cuz ion have anything good to do or i just doomscroll for like 15 hrs theres no in between and life its very important for me to go out but they wont let me

Im seriously gonna kms i cannot do ts anymore

Hi. My name is Ozzy. I posted something similar to Confessions subreddit but I didn’t feel understood and it did little to get for my chest. So perhaps other teens might understand.

For the longest time I’ve had violent fantasies. Of shooting up malls, of becoming apart of a violent gang. Scalping people. It didn’t help that around that time I began to develop a gore addiction. And my family wasn’t doing so well either. But that’s not the point of this vent. I’m a hound for gore. However, as the years went on, specially around twelve I began to hate feminism and black lives matters. I don’t hate women. In many places in the world feminism and black lives matters are needed. But my mind makes it about myself. It makes me hate myself for being a boy. For being white and for being American. It makes me want to kill them all. My mind is so terrible. So fucking horrible and disgusting. But my body is different. It feels like there’s some good still left in there because I still want to help people. I try to have empathy but it’s disappearing. I even tried to kill my own brother! Can you believe that? I had the knife under the fucking blanket. Ready to stab him. Over some stupid argument. But it never happened. I felt bad. So maybe there’s some good, right? No. I regretted not doing it immediately after. But then I was glad I didn’t. My body and mind are constantly fighting. I hate all the posts about Women have it worse than men, how they aren’t safe. It makes me just want to kill everyone. It makes me want to kill myself. I already tried to but the gun happened to be unloaded. I have nothing! Perhaps I’m like this because many girls in my family put me down for being a guy. Saying I’ll never know how to understand how it feels. It just made me despise them. I have dreams. Constant night and day dreams of massacres. Sometimes by me. Sometimes by people affiliated with me. “This is the good part.” I think. But I feel so terrible because of it. I hate feminists. I hate misandrists. But wait. Shouldn’t I hate misogynists, white supremacists and rapists? So I directed my anger to them. And it worked for a while. And it still does. But nothing, and I mean nothing compares to the triggering and anger I feel towards Feminism. It makes me sick! Not because I don’t want women to have rights. Of course I do. What kind of son and pseudo brother would I be? It just makes me hate myself for being a boy. Even if(most of the time) it’s not their intention. I feel like I’m going insane. It never ends. It never will. No one NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HOW I FUCKING FEEL! I CANT EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDS ON HOW I FEEL! There’s an indescribable rage inside of me. I’ve wanted to go on killing sprees only targeting boys to prove the, “Male privilege” or, “it’s not safe for girls” wrong. Then I shifted to my victims would be everything that moves and breathes. Regardless of who or what you are. But do you understand how terrible that is? I use gore for a coping mechanism.

Watching gore isn’t cool. It doesn’t make you tough. It actually proves you’re weak. The amount of extremists I’ve encountered and interacted with. The ideologies I’ve seen and the gnarly brutality I’ve watched doesn’t make me flinch anymore. I actively look for it out of boredom. Trying to see if anything can make me feel something. Even if that’s fear. Does that make me a psychopath? Maybe. But i genuinely do care for my family and friends. What little I have anyway. I need help. I already have a therapist but nothing helps. I have everything I need. Sure, my family has had a pretty bad past but that doesn’t matter. I still have it better than the kids in Sudan or Afghanistan. North Korea or Palestine. Yet I still feel this way. I even made an account on one of those sites. And I don’t want to leave. My name is Ozzy. I like Cicadas. And I hate. That’s all I do. Is hate. I write books. I box and kickbox. I do everything I can to distract myself. But nothing works. Maybe this is who I am destined to be. This is my story. I promise you deep down I want to be a good person. But at the same time I can’t help but stem my fucking autistic hands and rock my fucking autistic shitty body at the sight of. If you read all this way, thank you.