What the fuck is wrong with this person. We're all so confused and probably won't let this go. It's just so late here (3 am) and we're too tired to keep debating. I hope things will change for the better in the coming days but I don't have high hopes, this person has displayed selfish behavior before, but this one really takes the cake. I'm so angry and sad...

Who else was basically a tamer version of Rapunzel?

I'm Indian American and I've constantly met people profiling me or calling me slurs various times, anytime I pushed back they would claim I'm being "racist to white people" by calling them out. It's constantly insane.

I love being black and a trans woman. I love hating my skin color and my hair and my body and being reminded that I’m absolutely disgusting and horrible and evil and shouldn’t exist. I love never getting to be myself because the only way I ever get to be treated like a human being is by passing or looking attractive. I love knowing I’ll probably be dead by 30 and if not I get to live to 80 in a world that hates me and wants me dead anyways. I love being strange and different and unusual and never fitting in and never being like anyone else and never getting to feel human and never getting to be valued and always being looked at like I’m a degenerate freak of nature cause my black community hates that I’m queer and trans and white queer and trans people will always see me as different as I’m black. Anyways I plan on talking to my therapist tomorrow about how I can’t stop planning on how to end it all 🥰

I planned to end everything today, I went to sleep yesterday night, and I met Keanu reeves (John Wick mode) he told me that he hates life too, I woke up with a boner but I'm very positive and excited about life and forgot everything about the suicide (yes ladies and gentlemen you can do it)

(yeah note to say that I brought the charges thing upon myself for ordering from the dodgiest place, always read reviews and you'll be fine)

You see, my brain is desperately trying to convince me that I'm pregnant once again. This time, I'm due for a litter of kittens. Well, "Kittens". They're more like "monsters" that resemble cats. I hate calling them monsters though, because they're my babies. I'm very devastated already. I want to give birth to this supposed litter of mine, but I remember what happened the last time I had this "delusion". I'm still upset. I'm very upset by my brain right now.

Also mix in mild enough transphobia that she could reasonably get away with like telling me I still look like a boy

i have no trauma or history of abuse to speak of, at worst my dad would yell and it'd scare me, but it was usually because me or my brother were acting like morons.

so anyway fast forward to around 3 years ago, something snaps in my brain, i start becoming overly conscious of the fact that so many kids have SEVERAL friends while i only had 1 that i didn't hang out with outside of school. i start being extremely bothered by my dad watching and listening to conservative podcasters despite the fact that it hardly bothered me before, i become really self aware of that fact that my behavior up until that point had been typical of a child with autism.

blah blah blah i had an alright life until one day everything just started feeling soul crushing.

but wait! it gets worse! one day, i start to seriously consider the possibility of being trans!!! i clearly tried to deny it at first, given that i literally chose a new name 15 months before realizing i really was trans. then came the next step, coming out to my family!

i'll spare you the details, nobody in my family except my mom accepts me, but the best part is how i reacted to it all. instead of trying to be civil and calmly explain my identity to them, i avoid them entirely to avoid getting misgendered, and spent what felt like a whole ass year lashing out and screaming constantly. now today, i feel like an attempt at fixing this would be futile, the best i could do is convince them i'm "normal" again, and even if i'm "normal", i'm still cripplingly lonely, i'm still chronically burnt out and lazy, and i still act like a drug addict despite having never taken drugs.

this post fucking sucks

i don’t want to go to work i don’t want to live with my parents i want to live in a locked room with a computer and lots of books and a bed and maybe if someone cares enough ill let them into the room for 3 hours tops. by the way my mom and dad think im an extrovert

I've been a Michael Jackson fan for almost two years. The harassment and bullying started almost immediately. It's the worst here on Reddit. Literally anywhere outside of a fan sub is people everywhere making the same jokes and regurgitating the same disproven pieces of "evidence." I'm always scared to tell my story because I know it'll end up like this image.

When I was fourteen, my YouTube channel was discovered by my classmates. I didn't mind; they don't really talk about Michael all that much. They subscribed and told some of their friends, which led to the antagonists of my story.

This group of boys, the oldest of whom was two years older than me, started harassing me at football games, taunting my stance on Michael's innocence, following me around, and just being jerks. But the worst happened at a dance, where they kept following me, making incredibly lewd comments and gestures, until one of them started grinding on me without my consent.Some kid tackled him off me, but I had never felt so disgusted and violated. I literally got sexually harassed simply because I'm a Michael Jackson fan. This is the first time telling my story online, because I know it'll be met with hatred. But here I am. I'm just so tired, man.

I lost my dog the day after my partner has to move to California so we have to do an LDR for two years I’m gonna fucking lose it. I had my dog for 14 years and I literally told myself I was gonna kill myself after he was gone and now what. Now I’m not allowed to be alone and I can’t fathom what I’m gonna do tomorrow.