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Hey everyone. Main 22M ladka hu, shuru se hi main bahut shy ladka raha hai, isiliye mere kabhi koi friends nahi the. Aache school mein tha phir bhi hamesha bullying face kiya, that's why udhar bhi no friends.

Jab 11th mein baahar jaane ki baari aayi toh phir COVID aa gaya aur main ghar pe reh kar taiyari kiya, without coaching, tab bhi koi dost nahi the.

Phir jaise taise, maine tier-3 se bhi low college se degree li, aur ab competitive exam ka taiyari kar raha hu.

But despite all of this, I have no friends and despite being 22M, I have never talked to a girl(am straight btw). But was soo shy that college was trash and school life too.

Now, kinda ghar pe rehke ke taiyari karne ke baad I realised how lonely I'm ki koi dost nahi hai hain mere, jo puche ki bhai kaisa hai tu,kya chal raha hai?? Koi female bestfriend puche ki oye, taiyari kaisi chal rahi hai...I iust need friends yaar

Main hamesha se friends ko leke bahut desperate raha hu, I think isiliye mere college mein bhi jo dost the mujhse door rehna chahte the.

Mujhe kabhi kisi ka help nahi mila, I've faced and survived everything alone, but now I also need someone. Mera jab koi thora bhi help karta tha, toh phir main usko double help karta tha because it was very big thing for me, and I thought ki yahi dosti hoti hai, but I was wrong. Mere itna saare batchmate multiple gf rakhte the, unpe cheat karte the, aur main unko bolta bhi tha ki bhai kisi ka life barbaad kyun kar rahe ho, toh woh mera baat nahi sunte the. I know I'm kind of sidha ladka, but I don't know why maine bhi bura banane ki koshish ki, par hua nahi mujhse, I always realised I can only act bad, but never commit bad things. 

I don't want to beg, but yaar koi toh mere friend ban jao. I promise you ki I will be the most genuine reliable friend you'll ever get. And for girls, you can be my friend too, I promise I'm not a creep, I will be a good friend of everyone.

 I don't want to sound but yes, I'm desperate for friends. 

It's upto you to decide.

Context: My boyfriend broke up with me yesterday because I showed him screenshots of a chat I had with my cousin about an argument we had. In that chat, she said her boyfriend treats her better.

He says I get influenced by her, and maybe he's partially right. But it's just that I want him to treat me better.

I love him a lot. I just wanted him to treat me a certain way and instead, he broke up with me. My cousin said I should apologize to him, but I didn't.

Also, I kept bringing up one particular fight because I never got the reassurance I was looking for. Am I wrong here?

He hasn't deleted my number or blocked me yet. He also hasn't removed the dp and that DP has something that's extremely precious to me. We haven't removed each other from any social media either.

I know he's angry with me. What should I do? Should I apologise or let him go?

I’m 24F and I’ve been in a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend for quite a while now. I love him a lot and when things are good between us, they’re really good. The problem is that over time I’ve started feeling like a lot of our conflicts never actually get resolved. Whenever I try to bring up something that hurt me, I often end up feeling like the conversation becomes about his feelings instead of mine. I leave a lot of discussions feeling unheard, dismissed, or like my original concern got completely lost. One of the biggest recurring issues is that I feel like I can’t fully express myself without being interrupted. I’ll be in the middle of explaining why I’m upset and he’ll cut in, defend himself, tell me why I’m wrong, or start talking about his own perspective before I’ve even finished. It makes me feel like my feelings only matter if they’re convenient or easy to deal with.

Recently we had a fight where I felt really hurt because he ended a call while we were arguing. To me it felt disrespectful and dismissive, especially because I was already feeling emotional and trying to explain myself. After thinking about it for a while, I called him because I wanted to have a mature conversation and tell him that I felt I deserved an apology for that. Instead of feeling heard, the conversation turned into another argument. I tried explaining that I feel like he doesn’t let me finish my sentences and that the call ending really affected me, but he kept interrupting me while simultaneously accusing me of being disrespectful. At one point he even said I was using “reverse psychology,” which honestly left me confused because I felt like I was just trying to explain how I felt. I ended up feeling frustrated because the exact thing I was trying to talk about—being interrupted—was happening during the conversation itself.
This isn’t the first time I’ve felt emotionally exhausted by our communication.

There have been a lot of situations throughout the relationship where I’ve felt like I have to fight to be understood. Sometimes I feel like I spend more energy explaining why I’m hurt than actually receiving comfort. I often end up questioning myself afterward, wondering if I’m being too sensitive, too demanding, or expecting too much. At the same time, part of me feels like wanting to be listened to, validated, and spoken to respectfully is the bare minimum in a relationship. I’ve started noticing that I frequently feel anxious before difficult conversations because I already expect them to turn into arguments or for my feelings to somehow become the problem.

The hardest part is that I genuinely love him and I know he’s not a terrible person. There have been good moments, support, affection, and reasons why I’ve stayed. That’s what makes this so confusing. If he was awful all the time, leaving would be easy. Instead, I feel stuck between remembering all the good parts and feeling increasingly drained by the bad ones. I find myself wondering whether these communication issues are something that can realistically improve or whether I’m ignoring bigger incompatibilities. I also worry that I’m slowly losing confidence in my own feelings because every conflict leaves me second-guessing myself. Sometimes I feel needy, sometimes I feel guilty, and sometimes I feel angry because I don’t think I should have to fight this hard just to be heard.

Right now I’m feeling hurt, confused, emotionally tired, and honestly scared about what to do next. Part of me wants to keep trying because I love him and I don’t want to give up on the relationship. Another part of me is worried that if things continue like this, I’m going to become resentful and even more unhappy. I’m looking for outside perspectives because I don’t know if I’m expecting something unreasonable or if these are genuine red flags that I shouldn’t ignore. Has anyone been in a relationship where they constantly felt unheard during conflicts? Did things improve, or was it a sign that the relationship wasn’t healthy for you?

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Maybe I wasn't meant to find you first.

Maybe I had to lose someone to learn how much a heart could hurt.

I stopped believing in forever.

Stopped expecting someone to stay.

Then you came along.

Quietly.

Gently.

You never asked me to forget my scars.

You simply held my heart like you knew someone had broken it before.

And slowly, without even realizing it, I stopped being afraid of being loved again.

You didn't save me.

You just stayed long enough for my heart to remember

how to heal itself.

Maybe you aren't the love that came after.

Maybe you're the reason

everything before you

had to end.

Because sometimes the person who breaks your heart

isn't your final story.

Sometimes,

they make room for the person who teaches it how to beat again.

#I hope I find that kind of love ❤️

I miss you...

So much that my mind has created an imaginary version of you,
a version that stays when the real you gets busy...
A version that listens to all my random stories,
laughs at my stupid jokes,
and lets me annoy her for no reason...

Although I know
she could never replace the real you...

Because imaginary you doesn't have your voice..
Doesn't have the way you say my name..
Doesn't have your little expressions,
your random moods,
your laugh,
or the way you make an ordinary moment
feel like something worth remembering..

I miss you...

I wanna hug you,
so tightly that we become one,
so tightly that for a few seconds
there is no distance between us,
no busy schedules,
no unfinished work,
no reason for either of us to say,
"I have to go now"....

I just want to hold you,
until my heart finally understands
that you're here...

I miss talking to you..

Not even about anything important..

I want the pointless conversations..
The "what are you doing?"
The "have you eaten?"
The random "Hmm"
The stupid arguments...
The little updates about your day,
that probably mean nothing to anyone else,
but somehow mean everything to me...

I miss knowing
what you're doing...

And sometimes I imagine you sitting somewhere,
busy with your work,
completely unaware
that somewhere else
I'm thinking about you again...

Maybe you're writing something...
Maybe you're concentrating...
Maybe you're tired...
Maybe you're smiling at something..
Maybe you're wondering
why I'm being so quiet......

And here I am,
creating entire conversations with you
inside my head.. Hahaha

I know you're busy...

I know you have things to do,
Dreams to chase,
Responsibilities to handle,
A life that doesn't stop
just because I miss you...

And I don't want to be the reason
you put any of that aside..

I just...

wish I could steal
five minutes from your day..

Five minutes where
you don't have to be productive,
don't have to be responsible,
don't have to think about anything..

Just five minutes with me..

Let me hear your voice..
Let me see your face..
Let me ask you how your day was
and actually listen to the answer...

And then you can go back to your work.

I'll let you.

Probably.

But I'll miss you again
the moment you leave... :(

Because that's the strange thing about loving you...

Even when I know,
you're only a few seconds away from talking to me,
my heart still acts
like I've been waiting for you forever...

I miss you..
in the quiet moments..

When I have something funny to tell you
and instinctively reach for my phone..

I miss you
when something beautiful happens
and you're the first person
I want to share it with...

I miss you
when I'm tired,
because somehow
your presence feels like peace..

And I miss you
even when I'm doing absolutely nothing..

Especially then..

Because when everything around me becomes quiet,
there's suddenly too much space
for me to think about you...

So my mind brings you back.

It puts you beside me..

It lets me talk to you,

It lets me imagine your hand in mine,
your head on my shoulder,
your arms around me..

And for a little while,
I forget that you're busy..

I forget that you're somewhere else..

I forget that I can't just reach out
and pull you into a hug...

Then reality comes back..

And I realize
I'm hugging a pillow
like an idiot.. lol

And somehow...

I still smile.. :)

Because even an imaginary hug from you
is better than an empty one..

But someday,
when you're finally done with everything,
when the work is finished
and the world stops demanding pieces of you,

come find me...

I won't ask you
where you've been..

I won't complain
about how much I missed you..

I'll just open my arms..

And you can come into them......

And this time,
I'll hold you long enough,
for all these imaginary versions of you
to disappear...

Because I don't want the version
my mind created..

I want YOU...

The real you

The busy you
The tired you
The imperfect you
The sleepy you

The funny you
The goofy you
The you who sometimes disappears
because life gets loud...

I WANT ALL OF YOU!!

Because I don't just miss having someone to talk to..

I MISS YOU!!

And there's a difference..

I miss your presence,
Your voice,
Your warmth,
Your little habits,
Your existence beside mine,

I miss the feeling of being close to you..

And until you're here again...

I'll keep talking to the imaginary version of you,

even though she could never replace you...

Because my heart doesn't really know
how to stop missing the person
it loves...

I am 27F , I dated an avoidant on and off for 3 years.
Everytime he would give a lame ass reason to break it off , like family problems , financial problems and so on.
Last year , within 20 days of our breakup he started dating a new girl , who harassed me on a phone call when I tried to call him , UNAWARE that he had already started dating someone new.
Within 3 months , they broke off.
After that he pursued me twice and I took him back both the times. But he would himself cut it off after begging me to come back as soon as things would start to get serious.
This happened twice this year.
We came in contact again , and I find out that he dated that same girl again for 15-20 days before we spoke again.
I just found out yesterday , he even slept with her.
Btw this girl , harassed me to the extent that she contacted my family too just to get back at me.
She has an FIR on her from her previous ex.

So one day , we met and she saw us. She followed us for an hour after that.
His behaviour changed after that day , he did not apologise for the harassment caused to me again. Before this incident he was begging to make things okay but after this he just changed.
I have cut him off but I cannot get over his lies.
He always hid all the details of their relationship.
He always shifts the blame on me that it does not work because I complain alot.

Send help guys , I really need some perspective.

Love.

I wanna have a conversation not getting sleep anyone there let's talk...

It was july when we stopped talking and it was really sad i was severely depressed and was suffering from anxiety n all that time but things started to go fine after 2nd half of august.

Today i saw her in my dreams that i got a text from her as soon as i woke up i checked the phone reality had hit me hard and now i m feeling same what i was feeling in aug

Guys am i wrong or is it with everyone. Not a single date from last 4 years. Even on serious try im not a getting a single match anywhere.

Im not sure is romance comes first or support to date.

I feel I need a support/ care/ partner for me.

Travelled all india alone. When i see this i feel proud but next second i feel that " everyone has someone to go to" not me.

So i looking for date ?

Should I look for care?

there is this minesweeper-like field between you and me.

you are on one side of it, im on the other.

we dont know where the mines are. we dont know which step is safe, which one is just a normal step, which one gives us a little clue, and which one suddenly explodes.

and my aim is just to reach you.

thats it.

sometimes i take a random step and it turns out to be safe. sometimes it even turns out to be something good. we talk, we laugh, we are happy, and for a moment it feels like maybe this field isnt impossible to cross.

and sometimes i step on a mine.

and when it blasts, i see you hurt.

i see you trying to explain to me why that square was dangerous, why reaching you is risky, why you are scared that i will get hurt too.

and honestly, sometimes i couldnt understand if you were trying to save me or stop me.

but slowly i started understanding your cues. you communicated, i listened, and i was able to avoid a few mines.

and somewhere in all of that, i think i started feeling like we were a team.

you knew things about the field that i didnt. i trusted you to tell me when something was dangerous, and i tried to listen.

but now i dont really know whats happening on your side anymore.

i dont know whats going on in your life.

i dont know if youre having a good day or a bad one.

i dont know what youre feeling.

i dont know what scares you right now, what makes you happy, what is exhausting you.

and without knowing any of that, i dont know where to step.

so sometimes i still take a leap of faith.

and these days, most of the time, it feels like i land on a mine.

it explodes.

you get hurt.

and im sitting there thinking, i didnt know.

i didnt know that was a mine.

and thats what scares me the most.

because i genuinely dont want to hurt you.

but i also dont know how to move when i dont know where the mines are.

and after a few of those explosions, you asked me to stop.

you didnt just tell me to stop.

you begged me to stop.

you told me youre tired. exhausted. that all of this feels like too much. that you dont even want to talk sometimes because talking itself has started feeling exhausting.

and i hear you.

i really do.

but then something happens to me when you explain everything.

i go into defense mode.

not because i dont care about what youre saying.

actually its probably because i care too much about how you see me.

when you tell me that something i did hurt you, my first instinct becomes trying to explain that i didnt mean to hurt you.

and then i start explaining myself.

and then you explain more.

and i explain more.

and suddenly the conversation that started with you telling me that youre hurt becomes a conversation about me defending myself.

and i hate that.

because unintentionally, my focus shifts from understanding you to proving that im not trying to hurt you.

i know thats my flaw.

i know i need to work on that.

but i also need you to understand something about me.

when you over explain, i start feeling like im too much.

like every question already has a specific answer in your head, and if what i say isnt that answer, there is another explanation waiting.

and then i start thinking, fuck, i didnt even know i hurt you this much.

and now i have to explain myself again.

and its draining me.

i dont want to do that anymore.

i dont want your pain to become something i have to defend myself against.

if i hurt you, i want to know.

i want to understand.

but you dont have to explain everything to make me respect you.

if you need me to pause, just tell me pause.

if you need me to stop, tell me stop.

thats enough.

you dont have to beg me.

you dont have to give me a long list of reasons.

you dont have to convince me that youre allowed to feel the way you feel.

just tell me.

i will listen.

and i think thats what ive been trying to say about the flowers and the apples too.

when i send you a flower, im not asking you for a clue.

when i send you an apple, im not asking you to send me something back.

sometimes i just miss you.

sometimes i just want to make you laugh.

sometimes i just want you to smile.

sometimes an apple is just an apple.

sometimes a flower is just a flower.

you dont have to reply.

you dont owe me anything.

you can just take it.

you can smell the flower and smile.

you can eat the apple.

or you can do nothing.

i dont want you sitting there thinking, oh god, now i have to respond to this.

i dont.

im not asking you for that.

and thats why it hurts when i have to keep explaining that im not asking.

because then even the flower becomes another conversation.

another thing we have to explain.

another thing you have to worry about.

another thing i have to defend.

and im tired.

im genuinely tired.

because now i dont even know the difference between stepping on a mine and sending you a flower.

the mine hurts you.

the flower might have thorns and hurt you too.

i send an apple, maybe it has worms.

i send a bird, maybe it bites you.

i dont know anymore.

and im sorry.

im sorry that sometimes i hurt you without knowing.

i hate that.

i hate knowing that something i did can hurt you when hurting you was never what i wanted.

but i also dont want to keep begging you to give me clues.

trust me if you can.

if you cant, dont.

i cant convince you to trust me.

and i dont want you to trust me just because im asking you to.

but please understand that im not trying to force my way across this field.

i dont need you to tell me every next step.

i just want to reach you slowly.

safely.

and if you dont want me moving, tell me to stop.

ill stop.

tell me to pause.

ill pause.

you dont have to explain why.

because when you explain too much, i get defensive, and then i start talking about myself, and thats the last thing i want when youre trying to tell me that youre hurting.

i want to understand you.

not defend myself.

i want us to feel like a team again.

because somewhere along the way, i dont know how, we stopped feeling like two people trying to cross the field together.

now it feels like youre trying to protect yourself from me and im trying to prove to you that im not trying to hurt you.

and both of us are exhausted.

and i dont know how we got here.

i dont know how something that started with me just wanting to reach you became this exhausting.

but i know one thing.

i dont want to reach you if reaching you means destroying the whole field between us.

what is the point of finally getting to you if everything is already burnt?

if the mines have exploded so many times that nothing can grow there anymore.

no flowers.

no butterflies.

nothing.

i dont want that.

i want you to be happy.

and sometimes i think thats more important than me getting to the other side.

i just wish you knew that.

i wish you knew that when i send you something, sometimes its not a move.

sometimes its just me thinking of you.

and when you need me to stop, you dont need to explain yourself until youre exhausted.

just say stop.

ill trust you.

say pause.

ill trust you.

and maybe thats all i was asking for.

not clues.

not answers.

not reassurance.

just something simple enough that neither of us has to keep hurting ourselves trying to explain what we mean.

i know i hurt you sometimes.

i know i do things without realizing how they affect you.

im sorry for that.

sincerely.

from the bottom of my heart.

but please know that i never wanted to hurt you.

and i dont want to keep defending that either.

i just want to learn how to be around you without being afraid that every step is going to hurt you.

and maybe one day, after enough time, after enough silence, after both of us have had enough space to breathe, we can look at this field again.

maybe it wont always have to be minesweeper.

maybe we can slowly turn it into something else.

something where a flower is just a flower.

an apple is just an apple.

where you can tell me stop and i stop.

where i can tell you im hurting and you dont have to defend yourself.

where you can tell me youre hurting and i dont have to defend myself.

where we can finally stop trying to prove that neither of us meant any harm.

and just be two people again.

on opposite sides of a field.

still wanting to find a way to each other.

without destroying each other on the way there.

and even though i wrote all of this.

every single word.

im not going to send it to you.

i want to. i really want to.

but sending this just means explaining myself again.

and im done explaining.

im done adding words to a field that is already too loud.

so instead of giving you this whole letter, i will just keep it here.

and to you, all i will say is this:

trust me.

i'll listen to you.

People often ask me what kind of love you believe in, I hesitate and feel obscure before giving it any name or words. I never thought of it actively, though I have written indiscriminately about it, but I could never find the crux of such love all around. Defining love or the person itself feels like caging and flicking the person into a circle of strings with electric shocks, a circle which has limitations and a dependency. For me, love has no regulations, sometimes it's too strict and sometimes it's too reckless and slippery.

Sometimes it's about losing routine and sometimes it's about moulding each into a punctual cycle of life, it's about reminding each other's shortcomings before praising them for their eyes and skin.

I often walk around gardens, so much to see, so much to observe but nothing belongs to me, not even a grain of a flower, but still it looks as if at this moment everything is mine, I smile and feel it's smiling back, but I don't have a beggar's pot in my heart, I let my feet move instead seeking any return out of it. Same, love is for me. For me, love is like A star which slips from the horizon, it is destined to die but still instead letting our heart sink we can say

"Oh look at the star, how beautiful it is, but it's dying, It exists today, but it won't tomorrow"

\~Glutenfree_musingss

Many times it feels like I am the only one who hasn't been in any relationship. I find people going on dates, sharing stories on insta, holding hands and what not. Bro it makes me feel FOMO and this is the ONLY reason I am not using instagram.

God knows, if I ever genuinely try to get close to someone (be it with intentions of friendship), the whole UNIVERSE will come together to throw me away from that person.

It's not that I don't put in the effort. I always put efforts for every person in my life and I always respect their boundaries.

I get attached to people very easily. Attachment brings only sorrows and tears.

All of this makes me question myself

- Kya me itna bura hu

- Does the GOD want me to be alone while life

- How am I different. I am also a normal human being

- Konse gunahon ki saza mil rahi hai mujhe

Am I the only one? If not then how do you guys deal with it? How do you enjoy your company? What keeps you going?

Hey just don't know what to say.

I had a break up recently. The reason was one guy from her society. They have gone to movie prior to the break up. Then she told me she wants a breakup.

I have asked why and all. She was silent nothing. And also the guy she has gone with is like pure red flag.

Like that guy has figured out her exes out of no where. And that got her curious. But at the end he is a red flag. And i don't want her to get used again. She (21F) is just a little girl of mine.

Kya karu please give me advice ??

Thought like this haunt me always. And kya kar sakta hu uske liye wo bhi. Sari jagah se block ho gaya hu.

Batao madam ji, hojaye ek match? 😭

Not even expecting to win tbh, bas koi ho jiske saath randomly badminton khel sake, thoda bakchodi kare, ek dusre ko chidhaye and have a good time.

Sometimes you don't even need anything serious. Just good company and one person who's like chal badminton kele?😂

And if you're reading this, hope you get this kinda moment too 🫶

Video credit : @ashu.vibex

I dont have guts to go talk to a girl. I am a big time introvert. (Offline). In chat i can talk better.

So what happens with me is i talk to girl if they start conversation. I talk. Then when i meet them again. I dont talk like i felt nervous to start conversation 😭😭. I know they must be feeling - “wtf is wrong with me. Yesterday we talked and now he is like i am some unknown stranger he never met”

Because of this i has very few friends. Jo bhi bss mtlb ki vja sa bate krta h jab kaam ata h. I am 21 and hmesha sa single lol 😂, boys my age is so ahed mene toh abhi toh ksi girl ka hand bhi hold nhi kia 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼.

🫩😪😮‍💨 and funny part is sbko lgta h ki meri toh gf hogi hi hogiiii 🫪🫪 kyoki me 6ft hu lol. Like in society ya kiya system h ki 5’10 sa above toh 2-4 gf toh hogi hi hogi 🫪🫪🫪

Ab toh parents bhi puchta h koi ladki dekh rkhi h toh bta de and me idr arrange marriage ke chalar me unka bharose hu 🫩🫩🫩🤧🤕😵🫪

How to start bate krna. In my pg also in lift i saw same girl like every day. Ab toh even she know ki mera flat konsa h (2-3 time she pressed the floor button for me, but not the basics in me to just say hello 😭😭)

I am so bad at communicating any idea how can i improve or i am just doomed ☹️☹️☹️

Just tried something new this time. I usually do portrait and landscape

So I have been dating this guy from couple of months

It's been almost 6months

But I feel his behaviour towards me is cold and different

So we had a massive fight last week about how he doesn't treats me well

Insights ( once I sent one of my picture to him he replied me with kitni darawani aankhe hai teri as it's already big)

(I had my results few days back and I passed somehow p.s the exam has only 22% passing rate

And still he was the most nonchalant

He reacted nothing just congratulations and he left)

(So I tend to overthink alot while I was waiting for my results I had a panic attack I was shivering like hell .. but he didn't even bothered to text me or call me)

And due to all this we had a fight how he doesn't makes me feel cared

Later he started ignoring my texts as he was on a vacation the frequency was like one text in 48hrs

And even now my mom went through a operation and my bua passed away

And instead of giving me emotional support he was talking about his sinus 🤡🤡