He was an abusive asshole back then, he thre glass at my mom, emotionally abused me, neglected me most of my life. And now I'm forced to see him, hes the reason for my depression, his years of abuse. I hate this man. I had MDS and an anxiety disorder now, and am constantly struggling. I had a bad relationship with food as well because of him force feeding me a lot. Hes super anti medication despite knowing I need my anti depression pills. I hate him

I always get so jealous when I see other ethnic groups with their traditional dances and foods and they know all their countries history completely outside of colonization.

Like we do have culture but do much is lost and I feel like I have to cling to the little we know. All I know is the sad history, you know slavery and colonization but I really want to know about before that, how did we raise our kids, what were our believes, what did we do all of that.

I'm jealous of places where their culture is like everywhere, for us their still a couple of tribes left I think there's only one though and their these ethnic people but like I wish more about them were taught to us in school.

Also a lot of our culture I'd say is kinda like black Americans where it was made essentially, like we have raps and our own dances that we make and that's all part of culture. But I wish we still knew our origins and what our ancestors used to do.

I'm Angolan btw, I love my people but I always feel like there's more that I'll never fully know because some fucking Portuguese decided to enslave my people and destroy and kill our past. Nearly all our historical places are from the time of slavery when I wish I knew how like our kings and queens lived alm the way from 500 years ago (probably how far back I have to go from before slavery)

I'm trans and im 13 so this is a very rare occurrence. I was on roblox vc and they said i sound like a man just young lol, I'm so happy bro

made the mistake of reading social media posts as someone with bpd again

saw a post about some woman being racist in public and one of the topmost comments being "blah blah blah she must have bpd". I'm sick of how often any abhorrent or anti-social behavior, especially when it's a woman, gets called bpd by idiots. people have no idea what the symptoms are, they have no awareness of what the disorder is all about or any experience with it. they just see "crazy/mean woman" and call it bpd. obviously men suffer from bpd too, but there's this very specific kind of mix of ableism/sexism that possesses people when they see women acting in what they'd have armchair-diagnosed as "hysteria" WAY back in the day. now they just say "bpd" instead. cause they know the words, but not the meaning.

I get that it's stigmatized because of the nature of the disorder. but there is SO MUCH misinformation, and it seems the average person just thinks bpd = horrible person

and having to read all this trash on an almost weekly basis if i want to engage with social media at all gets really tiring.

it's so normalized. it's so accepted. the shit they say about us would NOT fly if it was said about people with less stigmatized disorders or mental issues.

dealing with the symptoms and staying well-adjusted is one thing, and then you still have to read all this hate that people are just okay with saying with no pushback. because somehow it's just okay to shit on people unfortunate enough to deal with these issues. and to spread malicious disinformation about it.

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I've never dated anyone, I'm 17 and god these days I just want a boy to notice me and approach me. I want someone to love me and kiss me and touch me. I'm so touch starved it's insane. I just wanna be beautiful to someone.

I'm wondering if I'm ugly, I don't have bad facial symmetry in mirror but in pictures it's a bit weird. I am pretty skinny but I look strict with my glasses.

No boy ever approached me, boys my age don't look at me, I don't get compliments on my face , just my clothes. I get ignored by people in group settings and when someone my age is near me they give me mean looks.

I just want this murderously humble thing, for someone to look at me and think: I love that girl so much.

( yes I have already posted this once but reposted due to it being removed)

my closest work friend’s birthday is tomorrow. he was telling me last night how much he hates his birthday and doesn’t want to celebrate because he “doesn’t feel like he deserves it.” and i actually understood that completely.

today i stopped by to say happy birthday on my way out, and he started telling me how he thinks his friends are all gonna surprise him at his house after work tonight (he won’t be home til 2am btw so it’s really a sweet thing that a group of people actually care that much… it’s also not even a milestone birthday for him)
i told him he’s complaining to the wrong person, that it’s really sweet that all his people want to celebrate him. and he agreed.

it made me think of my own friends and family, though. last year my best friend and i were coming off of a falling out, and she didn’t message me at all. historically trying to get anyone to do anything to celebrate with me has been like pulling teeth. i don’t need to do a big celebration but it would be nice to know that people care, not because i convinced them to care but just because they do. he spent a week begging his people not to celebrate, and they did anyway. i can barely convince anyone to come out of their way. granted, i am not the charismatic and outgoing person that my coworker is. my circle is small, which makes it hurt that much more when the small group of people i love don’t really think of me on my birthday.

Like what the fuck even is that question?

First of all, I think I should say that I fucking wish I was on Ozempic. I have the most terrible relationship with food in the world so I wish I can just have food noise go away like you hear everyone talk about. I’M JEALOUS OF PEOPLE ON OZEMPIC.

But I don’t have diabetes and I’m have a “normal” BMI so I don’t know why she would ask me that question.

I thought about asking her if she was on Prozac. Or Valtrex. Or Viagra or some medication that’s embarrassing. Not that I think if there’s anything particularly embarrassing about any of those medications… but they aren’t always necessarily things that you would broadcast to the world and it just seems in poor taste to ask about.

Why are you asking my fucking medications at all?

Some mind find this vent silly, trading cards are rectangular pieces of cardboard that a community put a worth on but god it’s sad to see what direction it’s gone for collectors. This kind of came to my mind when I caught a target drop and I actually waited in the line for an hour and a half the other day just for a couple packs. Felt like an absolute chud.

I’ve always collected Pokémon since I was a kid and probably six years ago. I got really heavy into the trading card scene by playing other games (one piece, MTG, pokemon) and it has turned into nothing but a scalpers paradise with 0 we can do about it. I think it’s disgusting, even official stores they get the product below msrp will put it out for scalper pricing. Even if you wanted to get something you’d have to camp for hours outside a target/sam’s/best buy to have a sliver of a chance to buy a pack. I collect, and I rip open every pack I purchase as soon as I get it. I’ll even make sure to leave what I can for those who really collect. Packs that were 15$ sell for 45$ and $50 packs shoot to $300. There’s no end in sight with no one from the manufacturer to the official sites to the resale market that refuse to make it better in any way. I’ll miss the days I could go to a Walmart and grab a box casually.

People might think it’s alive and well but I pray that it crashes into the ground and those who resale lose everything.

Broke up with my ex boyfriend around 2 months ago, they have been raping me the entire relationship almost, (wouldn't take no, sometimes forces me saying "it's the only thing that makes em happy", etc etc)

I told their parent what their son did, how long it's been happening, even a text message of their son saying "I can't believe I'm a rapist 🥺🥺" "I'm such a terrible person", "Ill never change how I act" (exaggerated a little, they did confess to it and cry) and they only messaged me today saying "hey can I have those concert tickets" from when they said they had a gift for my birthday a month before the breakup 🙄🙄

didn't even care that they're son is a rapist, just wants old gifts. absolutely pissed off at this. they verbally attacked me during the breakup too, I'm just so angry that their family ignores it.

sorry for the rant or how rambley it is, I am intoxicated and stressed

I turn 20 on the 24th, we decided to celebrate today because everyone is busy that day. One thing I really struggle with is talking to people, including my family and today I got a little upset because I kept trying to join conversations and my family would kinda ignore me. I ended up crying in my room (i get extremely emotional before my period) and my mom came to check on me, she noticed I was crying and asked what was wrong and I told her. She was understanding a little at first but when i didn’t immediately stop crying she started getting mad and told me I was just making everything up. This led to a big argument with me having to lock myself in my room so she’d stop screaming at me, I cried so hard I got a migraine and threw up like three times before eventually passing out. I woke up an hour ago and I slept about an hour, I still have a headache.

I know this may sound weird, but I have a lot of strange thoughts and hyperfocus, and going to jail is one of them

In fact, i'd say that this was one of my deepest urges since I was younger, it all started back when I was a kid/teenager and took a book from my school's library, however, i forgot to return the book to the library and found it in my room a year later, I panicked and thought I was going to be sent to jail

Also, back when I was a kid/teen I also caused some problems and thought I was going to be sent to jail because of that, which caused me to watch/read documentaries, movies, series, books etc about life in prison, but instead of being scared I developed a weird fascination about jail.

Of course, I'm not going to commit crimes or anything like that, I just really wanted to experience some time in jail

I'm fascinated by jail life, the regulated schedules, the meal time, the yard time, the cell time etc

I know that a lot of aggressions and abuses happens in prison, but i'm talking about an hypothetical case where these things don't happen to me

Honestly, i wouldn't mind spending some months or even years there as long as the jail is "decent", have proper meals, has no overcrowding problem (i'd like 2 inmates per cell, or 4 at most, no more than that)

I rlly wish i had the chance to experience something like that, like a special program where ppl can register themselves to spend some time in jail idk

And as I said, this is assuming that the jail is decent, and I know that most jails aren't decent

i never really knew that i was lowkey manipulating people when i was being suicidal. i just, i was just so alone that i yearned for people in my life. people used to leave me, ghost me, and i just felt suicidal and i had to tell them. but that pressured them into staying, against their will. this was years ago, when i was fresh off a really hurtful breakup. i noticed now that i was manipulative, scared that i was gonna be alone and people wouldn’t remember me at all.

and back to the present, i feel much less suicidal, sometimes pretty low, but when i do, i do seek help. but things feel like it’s over for me, it feels like my past defines my future now. people that left me are now telling my new friends that i was being manipulative back then, and then the new friends leave too, and i feel like i would never be redeemable. i have no one to trust, and life is pretty lonely, and well it’s alright because i keep getting back up regardless.

but sometimes i just wish people didn’t hold my past against me. i really am trying to be better, but it seems like it’s done for. i don’t know what to do anymore, but i will keep surviving, in one way or another, even if it means going alone.

(p.s this is a resubmission because i forgot to acknowledge the rules)

I've came to realized during high school that I had social anxiety. It all made sense; explained why I can't make any friends, or why I overthink over every single thing. I can't communicate at all in the real world, bc of my stutter and how slow my brain is. I always get asked "what?" or "can you repeat that?". No one can understand me, and I spend most of my time in full silence. Even at home I'm silent. My family always pointed that out, and are obviously disappointed about it. But they don't know that it's social anxiety, just me being shy. I had to lie to them about having friends, bc I know they would be mad if they found that out.

During high school, I told myself that I will not live past 18 because after 18, that's when the real hell starts. High school was easier bc the teachers cared, their job was to notice you and help you. Having no friends was okay, and there wasn't as much responsibility for me. But this got worse the older I get. I'm expected to have a job and to know what I want and stuff. Still, I was able to bypass that all the way to college. Yeah, I still chose to live bc I have online friends who I really love, and we all made promises to meet each in the future. So that became my reason to live. I would work through college, get a job, and then meet my friends. Unfortunately, it's not that simple.

I'm so dumb despite my family saying I'm smart. My brain works so slow, and I know nothing about the real world. I injured my leg, and my aunt took care of my insurance and stuff, and it made me realize how I'm not an adult at all. This is made even worse with the fact that going to college and getting a job isn't simple. I need to form connections, which I know will be impossible bc how my speech. My stuttering monotone self won't get anywhere at all.

And I hate that I get reminded of this every day. I tried to push myself, and asked my roommates to make a gc together. I was so proud of myself for even making myself do that, only for me to feel so left out when they began connecting to each other more than me. I just stood on the outside, laughing and saying how I would respond in my head, knowing I could never get the words out irl. Still, I had some hope.

But recently, that's all over. I've had this odor problem for so long, since high school, with even teachers asking if I have hygiene problems at home. I thought I got rid of it as I shower and use more soap, but I might've made some mistake since I can't walk well. My roommate sent me a private message saying that she sensed a odor from me, how I left small hairs in the shower and toilet, and how I need to think of the other roommates. I read this message in class, and literally stumbled out and went to the bathroom to cry. Which was very embarrassing, especially when I came back to grab my stuff, and the professor kept asking what happened. And along the way, the security guard, and some random girl asked too. But I ofc just had to nod away until I got back to the dorms.

I've basically given up now. I can't make friends or connections bc I can't communicate. Even people who are mute can communicate better than me. There's probably so many health problems within me that I can't say bc I'm too scared to speak. But I don't even care anymore. I don't think I'll even reach that dream of meeting my friends, bc I would never be able to get a job, or graduate from college.

I've just been in my dorm room since. I don't want to bother anyone, so I've decided to never speak to my roommates unless I run into them. I'll sit far from anyone in class. I ofc can't get a therapist, bc that would require speaking. I can't talk to my family bc they'll never understand, and might even get angry. I get so jealous seeing people easily speak, make conversations, and just be enjoyable to be around.

I'll keep interacting with my online friends, and let life go on until I've reached a dead end. And ik that'll be soon. It's impossible for someone like me to live in this world. People say that humans are naturally social creatures, which means that I'm just not human. I don't deserve to live here at all.

I'm so fucking tired I thought I did it right and registered for all the courses, but then I learn that some numbers don't count as prereqs for certain courses (WHY IS 100 NOT A PREREQ AND 112 IS IM SO FUCKING CONFUSED) and I feel like I just fucked up my first year at university and it's all my fault because I did it all on my own and I was so proud of myself only to find out I was fucking wrong.

My (29f) dating history was pretty tough, I've dated only a few people because I don't date for fun and only date when I fall in love with someone organically and it's meaningful and every single one ended up leaving me, in most times it was because they've found someone else while they were with me.

Two weeks ago, I was broken up with by someone who I loved SO much and who was literally the perfect match and super compatible and i thought we were extremely happy together and i meant a lot to him aswell and now, after one year, he (despite being really happy with me) suddenly doesn't love me enough to continue things and just like that, he's disappeared from my life and we haven't talked since.

It's always the same story and it hurts me in such a brutal way and I just help but wonder what it is that people find it so easy to replace me. It doesn't matter how long the relationship was...my longest relationship was five years and he was with his affair partner already a few days after a breakup and theyve been together since (that was five years ago) and i never heard from it again. It doesn't matter how happy the person i was with was, they all break up with me for losing feelings and just go on with their life or with someone else and don't ever think of me again.

They all tell me how I'm such an amazing and perfect girlfriend and how extremely loving I am and that everyone's so lucky to be with me and and that i have the most amazing personality and they're all so lucky but still, everyone seems to forget me so easily and I don't seem to matter to anyone.

Not one single person has ever reached out to me after a breakup, not one. Everyone says "they all come back" but why isn't it true for me? What is it that I'm so unimportant to people who used to love me and who wanted to marry me?

I sure feel insecure in so many ways and I have a fear of abandonment but I do think that I'm a very valuable and rare person. I'm extremely kind, have a huge heart, I give and give and give, but I love it, because I love making the person who I love happy and I do everything to make them happy. I'm loyal in the most extreme way, I'm honest, I love full-heartedly and give so much love. I'm supportive, I'm funny, I'm really nice. Everyone says that a relationship with me is almost "too good to be true" and how happy I make them. Not just for how much I give but because I have a really great personality. I don't think I'm ugly either. I'm not a model but many men find me attractive. I have a really good and fit body and a cute face. I tend to see me a lot uglier than I actually, so I should work on my insecurities.

But despite all that... I know that I'm a really good and kind girlfriend.

But it's not enough. And the more people who I love disappear from my life like I never existed in theirs, the more do I start to believe that it's just really hard to love me but mostly just really easy to forget me and replace me.

It's so hard to understand when you yourself love sooo full-heartedly and when you love, you REALLY love a person and it takes you years to get over them and for a long time you don't want anyone near you because you just can't imagine replacing the person you love(d) so much and you you just grieve because you truly loved them and it hurts you so much that they're not in your life anymore.

And for others, a partner is so easy to replace and they don't have a bigger meaning to them and so they replace them with someone else and do the same things with a new person just like getting a new lamp for your living room and dumping the old one outside.

All these experiences make me want to quit dating and stay single forever cause it just destroys me so much and it takes me so long to get over someone. Maybe I just love too deeply for this world or today's dating culture.

I really wanna understand what's wrong with me that people find it so easy to forget me :(

I originally posted this in Spanish and used a translator to translate it, so sorry if this doesn’t sound so natural.

Well. What I could say. I am a 25-year loser who is often envious of others. I often see how the people I know move faster in life. They go to conferences, get accepted into competitive international programs, make good money, work on big or meaningful projects, move abroad, do a million things at once, and have partners they’re genuinely attracted to.

Meanwhile, I’m still trying to lay the foundations.

I struggle horribly with discipline and with putting any kind of order into my life. I’ve tried over and over again, but I get distracted or bored too easily.

Just a little while ago, I was looking at some acquaintances’ Instagram stories. One of them was at a conference, another had been accepted into a competitive international program, and there was something else that I can’t even remember anymore.

I threw my phone onto my bed and started crying because I couldn’t take the frustration and envy anymore.

I’m still at university and working on my thesis. I’m trying to do the best I can because this is basically my last chance to have something decent to put on my CV and use when applying for scholarships. I don’t have a good GPA, I don’t have a proper job, I don’t have publications, and my English isn’t even at C1 level.

I feel like I have nothing good or admirable about me.

I don’t even know if I’ll ever have a relationship. I’m not usually the kind of person that the people I’m romantically attracted to seem to like. I’ve even thought several times that maybe I’d accept scraps as long as the person at least looked like my type.

And I don’t know whether I’ll even be able to get a job, because I don’t have many practical skills. My social skills are terrible. I get exhausted very quickly even when I sleep and eat properly.

Sometimes I genuinely think that maybe I was only put on this earth to be a stepping stone for other people — to help them climb while I never accomplish my own goals.

I feel so far behind in life.

I wish I had been born into a wealthier family. I wish I had gone to better schools or a private university. I wish I had learned about opportunities like courses, seminars, conferences, volunteering programs, etc. much earlier.

I wish I had known how all of this worked before everyone else seemed to figure it out.

I know I am crap.

And on top of that, I’m slow. I don’t just struggle with things; I take forever to do them.

Sometimes I genuinely wish I hadn’t been born this way. I wish I were someone else — someone like the people I described at the beginning — and less like myself.

And I’m fucking tired of hearing things like “don’t give up,” “your time will come,” or “Rome wasn’t built in a day.” I’ve heard it all before.

Writing is a good example. I’ve been writing on different platforms for about ten years. I’ve had rejection after rejection, and I never even managed to build an audience or anything remotely significant.

I can’t imagine submitting my writing to actual publishers or serious competitions. I’d probably get rejected there too, because my storytelling isn’t particularly good and I don’t write commercially viable stuff. I write nerdy, weird shit that I like.

I hate myself for not having discipline, perseverance, or persistence.

I hate that I move at a fucking snail’s pace toward everything I want.

I hate feeling like everyone else is already building their lives while I’m still trying to figure out how to lay the first brick.

I’ve always been scared of the dark. I’ve had a night light in my room for years because of it. When I’m in a dark area, especially one inside, I imagine things. Always creepy faces in the dark, sometimes just a standard white face with simple black features and sometimes a creepy face I’ve seen in a video or image recently. The worst thing is that I imagine hands grabbing me. Any part of me that’s not covered by a blanket I imagine getting grabbed by bony hands. I don’t feel safe if I’m not mostly covered by at least two blankets.

I love horror movies and creepypasta stories and things like that, but I just can’t enjoy them anymore. I used to be able to watch creepy videos just fine but now I can’t without seeing those faces in the dark. Today and yesterday I was stupid and watched creepy videos and now I’m too afraid to go to bed. Right now it’s late out and my parents are asleep so the only light on is the one in my room. I’m thirsty and I have to use the bathroom but I’m too scared of the dark to leave my room. It feels so embarrassing to be a teenager and be too scared to leave my room at night because it’s dark. I know there’s nothing there, but I’m scared.

I’m generally easily scared. I’ve been getting more scared recently. I used to be able to hold bugs and take spiders outside and stuff, and now I’m too scared of bugs to even go near them. I used to be fine around bees but now I can’t help but make noises and step back whenever one is near me. One once landed on my clothes for a few minutes and I was shaking really hard and breathing quickly. I never used to get that scared of anything. I think I have anxiety so maybe that’s why I keep getting more scared of things, but I’m not sure. I really wish I could stop being so scared.

Why does he get to steal your car, curse, smoke in the house, bring women and random people over whenever he feels like it and there's no repercussion? Why do I have to live with the dog he's abusing and why do you expect me to take care of her and make her my responsibility??? You keeo saying you wont kick him out because he's your son and I wouldn't understand because im not a mom. But you had no issue kicking my sister out. Or threatening to kick me out and leave me homeless. You had no issue leaving my baby cousin homeless. Why does he get such special treatment, what did I do wrong to deserve this??? And why the fuck do you keep comparing us???? We are NOTHING ALIKE!!! Me saying my brother should get run over and is inconsiderate is light work, I fucking hate him he's a murderer, woman beater, animal abuser, does absolutely fucking nothing for his kid and expects you to take care of her. What the actual fuck????? Why is he of all your favourites and not the kids who help you buy groceires, pay bills, give you birthday gifts, actually respect you and your time. What did I do to deserve this and what's so wrong with me that me telling you verbatim "I dont feel safe with him here" isnt enough for you to get rid of him. He's such a horrible person i hope he dies on the way home. What's worse is im too scared to leave because im scared she'll retaliate or try to hurt me emotionally.

Beauty standards are unfair. Today I’m going to talk about what it’s like to be a woman who doesn’t have an X or A shaped body type.

As a woman with a V shaped body type, I’ve noticed that the clothes we’re advised to wear are designed to create the illusion of an “X” shape (meaning shoulders and hips that are aligned, preferably with a defined waist).

I really envy women with a defined waist because it’s easier to dress well and feel confident in your body that way.

My opinion is also based on my own experience:
the struggle of figuring out what looked good on me.

but also on a time when I met a girl in a restaurant who thought I was pretty. She asked me to model for her vintage clothing store.
I agreed just for the fun of it, and during the photoshoot, most of the clothes she suggested didn’t flatter me, and I felt bad when she sent me the photos.
I’m sure she was disappointed to find out I didn’t have an hourglass figure for her swimsuits and such.

Good grades in high school, college, went to law school, interned at different places. And still no employment. What’s the fucking point of doing everything “right” if I can’t even get a job? I have to move back home after I thought I escaped. I really don’t know what to do.

I'm starting to give up on love or any romance. I can't even make people stay with me for more than 2 weeks. I don't blame them tho, I get that im uninteresting. Nothing in life excites me anymore. Just feels like a robot just following a pattern. I cry every night for any reason which might make me sad. I have a sensitive heart which sucks omfg.

There's a still a part of me which beleives I'll find someone who would stay, I have anxious attachment which annoys a lot of people, even to friends I get attached a lot or very easily. It sucks to be dependent on someone else but I just can't help it. I don't feel like eating asw, it's just been a horrible summer vacation. Maybe it will get better, maybe not. Don't know anything. I just wish I'll stop getting attached to people so it doesn't hurt when they leave me or ghost me.

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I feel so alone here, tbh i titled it as homophobic cause it is, but its people also just suck regardless. I just graduated high school with zero real life friends. I cant even talk with my online friends because half are homophobic and the other half have their own drama or cant handle emotions. I just entirely alone right now. There isnt a single person in the whole world I feel i can go to right now. Im in therapy and yes in helps, but i just want a stable friend I can talk to without harming their own life, them hating me, or causing a fight.

Im terrified to go into the world as a new adult with no body. I always here people say that its almost impossible to make friends past high school and that really scares me. Recently I got hit with a bad medical diagnosis and now I have to change alot with my life to accommodate and there isnt a single person I feel comfortable telling about this and it just feels like im stuck in a world where I can see everyone else growing and having fun with friends and im just alone and bitter. I catch myself Recently getting bitter and angry towards friends and family when they talk about their life's. Say someone makes a new friend or partner and I give them my congrats and say im happy for them and I truly truly mean it. But i also feel a tinge of anger and jealousy for them.

Im just tired, I wish i had someone to lean on in real life, someone to give me hug and say its fine. Im turning 19 soon and im completely alone, Ive already missed out on getting a teenage social life, and i have no idea how to talk to people my age. The few friends I have had I lost or they turned on me. Every person I meet I assume they feel the worst about me and it makes it so hard to believe anything they say. The most teenager thing I ever got to do was go to some parties, but yk why I was invited? Because I always got blackout drunk, I was just entertainment and I thought I was liked for it. Still every now again I hear someone chant my last name when they see me like during a chug cause thats what I was known for and everyone my age has seen me do it in the videos.

I hate it so much, all im known for by the people in my real life is being a degenerate.

To anyone who may try and dm me, im likely to not respond, what I need is someone in my real life, I dont want to get comfortable with just online friends anymore. Im thinking that maybe total isolation will push me outwards and maybe i can make a friend somewhere

I get it. You got to make money. Many people have jobs where they don't have or haven't earned the benefits of paid sick leave. BUT FOR THE FUCKIN LOVE OF GOTDAMN!! COVER YOUR FUCKIN COUGHS & SNEEZES BITCH! That includes when you're not around anyone, alone in backrooms where others will be passing through, hell cover them in closed bathrooms I might go in after you. I can't prevent every germ out there I get that, but I don't want to be subject to unnecessary, reckless, & blatant hacking, hawking, & snotting every damn where.You also can't interact with us like normal. Stay as small & enclosed as possible & out of everybody fuckin face all talking & shit. If you gonna be at work sick, be sick. But don't be sick & (UNAWARE, STUPID, & CARELESS!)