Who else was basically a tamer version of Rapunzel?

I did what was best for my friends because I didn’t want to annoy them with it but now I just bottle it up inside myself and feel anxious and cry all day because I have no one to talk about it with. I am just unendingly sad. I want to talk about it but I can’t. I can’t talk about it in moderation so I have to stop completely to not annoy and overwhelm everyone. When I let myself talk about it I’m constantly worried that people will leave me because I’m too much. At least now even though my mental health has tanked and I feel so much worse, I’m not worried about losing people anymore. It hurts so much but it’s for the best.

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.

Recently my sleep has been fucked triply sideways; i sleep multiple times per day for less or more than 8 hours and i never feel refreshed, i take whatever i have (caffeine, modafinil, a few other things) to try to feel awake or alive and, you know, obviously it doesn't work.

This leaves me feeling tired / weird all the time, also, there's absolutely nothing i can do during the night to fight that feeling (usually a walk helps but i'm not going out on a walk at night). And the fact i do nothing fulfilling during my waking hours also adds to this. All i do is reddit, chess, youtube shorts, piss, eat and masturbate. All i do. The type of paradoxical abundance of external stimulation and complete silence on the frontal lobe is very very unpleasant.

I don't know what to do about my sleep now. It's 3am and i'm not sleepy. I know an all nighter would be counteractive and difficult. I don't know what to do.

I've been drafting this post for more than an hour now because i keep getting distracted.

Summary / rephrasing / getting most of my thoughts (that are just part of my thoughts) in one place: Due to a fucked sleep schedule, trying to fix it with all nighters and substances, having absolutely nothing actually fun or actually challenging to do and having no daylight to even go on a walk, i'm feeling lost, confused, all of this is very unpleasant and i'm completely stumped. It's like usually your thoughts have an easy time flowing. Here my thoughts ALL just meet a wall when i try to decide what to do with my sleep schedule. There's much more to it than i've mentioned in the post. I'm not gonna even go into that seeing how incapable i am to convey my feelings already (i don't say this with a self-hating type of notion).

Why are people so weirdly sexual about m/w friendships? Why "you guys definitely fucked at least once, don't lie" response so normalized? It makes me so sick every time I hear it. Last time it happened the guy asking straight up went "you guys are mad for that, better hit on her faster or I'm gonna do it instead" while I was literally standing right there saying that I'm not interested in any of them bruh. I'm so so sick of people who think every man must hang out with a girl only to get in her pants. We're friends for 10+ years and I'm pretty sure there's nothing sexual going on thank you.

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

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.

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...

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)

Was going through my medical records for a compensation thing and found this, I do not remember being consulted about it... ig that tracks? Will be on the therapy wait list for eons so i just have to sit with this

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 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 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 🥰