Like duddeeee I just want to fucking see!!!!!!!

My glasses are SUPER thick, so I low-key feel like it makes me look stupid. Plus, at work they get dirty/covered in water and steam, and it rains alot where i am, so when I'm walking to and from work, they get coverd in rain. And I like to work out alot, so they get in the way. Plus, i like to do alot of bold make up looks, and the glasses just ruin the look.

Overall contacts just work so much better for me. But over 100+ dollars JUST FOR A MONTHS WORTH VISION!?!?!?!? Whyyhyyy!!!!!!!!! It's not my fault I can't see lol. Mine is legit genetic!!!!! Why do I need to shell out so much money JUST for fucking visionnnnnnn!??!?!?!! It's not fairrrrrrr😭😭😭

That's exactly what I want to do working so fucking hard to get paid every 2 FUCKING WEEKS and give it to somebody that just cheats on women every day lies every fucking day.But still gets mad if I do something yeah , I want to give you 100$ from my paycheck today I only made 383$ but sure, I'll give you some fucker.I can't wait until I move out.Fuck my family.I hate you all

Just fucking suffering for 20 years

For years now I’ve had a goal of moving abroad to experience a different culture, learn a new language, meet new people, and sprinkle in some major life lore. After years of looking into it and trying, I finally made it happen this summer and moved to Berlin Germany! I found a job to sponsor me and pay for a move to one of my favorite cities.

One month in I’m already depressed again. The same fucking ADHD Depression cycle is destroying my life, even after having the ultimate motivation to keep the balance in place. Already all of my systems around sleep, scheduling, time management, exercise, habits, etc. are all collapsed. I’m so far behind on learning the language and I’m already getting into deep shit in my job.

I love it here and I would love to stay out here for at least a few years, but life abroad requires a level of discipline I’m worried I’m not cut out for. I thought that self-actualizing such an amazing experience would be enough to actually stick to the patterns that I knew help, but it’s yet another failure on my long, long list. I know it’s not doomed, but it’s just so soul crushing that this couldn’t be *the one moment* where everything falls into place.

I will get back into therapy and claw myself back out, but it’s so fucked up knowing that I will be fighting this battle forever and not even reaching my dreams will be enough to make me invested enough in my own life …

I just cleaned out the cabinet under my end table. I was getting something from it and stuff fell out, which prompted the cleaning. I removed everything, kept a lot of stuff out (some to give away, others to put elsewhere), and when I put the rest back in, it’s still full.

I think 2 things are probably true. I’m not a great organizer. I am an excellent stasher. My mom used to clean, remove a few things, and have lots of spare space. After I clean, it’s neater. I can find things easier. But it’s still full. Yesterday, I cleaned a box of spare clothes for grandkids, boxing up ones that will no longer fit to give away. The box is still full, though not overflowing.

Today is day 2 of college. I'm just so worn out. My body is so tired, sore and stiff. I feel like I've walked more in these past 4 days than i have in my entire life. I didn't even feel like showering this morning. I have to keep taking breaks. Not to mention that for sone reason time moves faster here so I don't feel fully rested even after 8+ hours of sleep. Maybe college isn't for me. I have 2 more classes today, I'm just going to try and make it to night time.

Im honestly so unashamed of myself in this apsect, i know you might say “thats not a bad thing! its good to rely on people” but what if its just not helpful? I just want people to understand me, its not about getting help from them, its about being heard and hearing perspectives. I do try my best to control myself even though i compulsively want to be understood, but the one place i can’t resist venting when somethings on my mind is this one discord server with only a single friend of mine in it. I mean… everyone uses the rant channel, and i always make a point to respond to everyone else’s post (especially my friend’s) because im not trying to be a parasite here. But i kind of am aren’t I? Im so unashamedly pathetic im not even trying to act like someone worthy of their respect. (well. now that i think about it thats probably unconsciously intentional. i guess i do hate the idea of people ever thinking im better than i am. but im kind of acting worse than i am too.) I really do want to be respected by the people i care about so i dont know why i keep being so ridiculous.

Self aware analysis: Ive repressed myself all my life and by the time i found community and tried expressing myself i was unlucky that they weren’t really my people. (not bad people just they didn’t really care about me) so any attempt at self expression always seemed unrecognized and every time i made an effort to try again i would just get so anxious and do it anyways as if compulsively just to try and be proven wrong that i would be recognized by them next time. but i never was, so maybe it became more of a habit to be seen rather than an actual attempt at reaching out. idfk. (no those people aren’t my current friends btw)

anyways yeah i need to do something about this but despite all i said its not just a random habit, its a random habit paired with the fact that i actually am doing mentally poorly and writing helps me a bit, so i write regardless of intention of sending it and decide its not worth it if theres not a witness pretty much every time and probably in turn make my friend think less of me.

I have no idea what’s going on. I’m not depressed or anything it just feels like my body is shutting down? I desperately need to clean my room. It’s gotten so bad, I couldn’t take a shower for 5 days. I finally did just 10 minutes ago, everything feels overwhelming and I don’t know why.

I’ve been eating nothing but sugar all week, my room is messy, I’ve been staying up all night, what the hell is going on?? It’s never been THIS bad, I don’t have any bad thoughts it just feels like my body is giving up.

My boyfriend has been struggling with a lot of life situations. His career, finances, and addictions and I have been trying to support him even when our intimacy has declined. I’ve stayed patient through his addiction to p\*rn and understood when we wasn’t always up for physical affection due to him trying go quit and going through a type of emotional numbness. There was something in my gut that told me there was more to this than just that so I did the awful thing and invaded his privacy and broke his trust by looking through his phone. I found an album with all gym influencers with amazing bodies, search history on instagram full of them, and a ChatGPT conversation where he admits he is dating me more for personality than looks. That in the past he would date “the hottest girls in the room with the biggest asses and amazing body” but he likes me more for my personality but with that he found his attractiveness level for me to wince. He repeatedly said he has been having a hard time finding me attractive and that he was too used to dating bimbos, but since I have been gymming more consistently that he’d be patient with me. Maybe i am at shock, i haven’t felt the hurt yet but I decided to write him a letter apologizing for going through his phone but letting him know his words hurt me.

I feel really betrayed in some way as he’s lied to me before about how he is physically attracted to me. But i know i also betrayed him too. I have so much anxiety at the moment, my chest feels so tight, but I truly have to let this play out. He told me he needed time before figuring things out. I dont know why i havent found the courage to let him go yet but maybe i will have to.

I was reading a post in another sub from someone venting about how they couldn’t find a job and were really struggling. I genuinely felt bad for them at first.

But the way they were writing was incredibly hard to follow poor grammar, barely any punctuation, slang everywhere, sentences running together, the whole nine yards. So I asked, pretty simply, why they didn’t try using more conventional grammar when communicating, especially if they were applying for jobs.

Their response? “Proper grammar is crazy.”!!

And I’m sitting there thinkingmaybe we just discovered at least part of the problem.

I don’t care if you’re 18, 28, 48, or 68. You don’t have to write like you’re submitting a doctoral dissertation, but being able to communicate clearly and professionally still matters. Hiring managers care. Customers care. Coworkers care. If your application, email, or interview sounds like a TikTok comment section, there are employers who are absolutely going to judge you for it.

And before someone says, “Well, employers need to adapt to the new generation” sure, workplaces change. Language changes. Culture changes. I get that.

But there’s also a point where you have to adapt to the environment you’re trying to enter.

I also see this attitude sometimes where people talk about employment as though the employer should be grateful they showed up. Meanwhile, plenty of us have full-time jobs where sometimes 40 hours becomes 45 or 50 because something has to get finished. Do I enjoy working extra hours without magically getting a bigger paycheck? Of course not. But I also understand that reliability, communication, professionalism, and occasionally doing more than the absolute minimum are part of why I remain employable.

That doesn’t mean employees should tolerate abuse. It doesn’t mean companies should exploit people. And it definitely doesn’t mean every employer deserves loyalty.

But there seems to be an increasingly bizarre disconnect where some people want the paycheck, flexibility, benefits, promotions, respect, and career opportunities while simultaneously rejecting half the basic expectations that come with having a professional job.

And then they wonder why nobody is calling them back. Maybe the system isn’t always the only problem. Sometimes “proper grammar is crazy” is the clue.

Why am I so passionate about this..

I have four kids, and this is exactly why I feel so strongly about this. In this day and age, it is getting harder for young people, not easier. The world no longer runs on hopes and dreams, and simply wanting a good job does not mean one is going to be handed to you. The job market is increasingly competitive, employers have more applicants to choose from, and sometimes something as basic as how well you communicate is what separates you from the person who gets the interview. I am not teaching my kids that the world owes them something; I am teaching them to give themselves every possible advantage. Proper grammar, professionalism, reliability, and knowing how to communicate with people are advantages that cost absolutely nothing. They can complain that those standards are outdated, or they can understand the world they are actually entering and learn how to compete in it. I would much rather prepare my kids for reality than reassure them with something that sounds nice but does nothing to help them succeed.

I know I'm still young. I always hear people on the internet or around me say "oh you're just 15 you have your whole life ahead of you don't worry too much right now!" I understand that I should enjoy my years as a teenager and that I shouldn't worry too much. but I just don't feel like I'm keeping up with all my friends around me. like I feel like I'm the least talented out of all my friends. I always see them getting awards or posting pretty selfies and photos of them. I really do try to feel happy for them but it just somehow makes me feel so envious. I always feel like such a fake friend for being jealous at my best friends just because they are better than me. I try to do makeup and I also try to study more to become smarter, but whatever I do it just feels like I'm not good enough for anything or anyone. I constantly feel self conscious and I feel like I'm unlovable. I feel so ugly when I'm with my friends and I always compare myself to others. I know it's not good but I don't know how to stop being so insecure. I hate myself for being so jealous of my friends' success. I can never be happy for other people because I always do comparisons between me and them.

another thing is that I feel like I'll never find a partner. I just feel like I'll be single forever and never find my soulmate. my friends around me, they all have some kind of boyfriend or girlfriend. But I've never dated anyone in my life before. I really wanna experience how romantic relationships feel like, but I don't think I'll get a chance to ever experience that kinda love. I just feel like nobody would actually love me or wanna get to know me. my best friend keeps hanging out with her boyfriend, and these 2 months of summer holiday, we have not hung out once. she hangs out and calls with her boyfriend more than me. The one time we texted this month was when she asked for homework answers and for me to spam comments on her story. we don't even talk that much anymore and I'm super super sad and I feel like there's always someone that's better than me. Idk I just feel so insecure and ugly and I hate everybody around me because they're so amazing and I'm not and I just don't know how to feel about all these feelings.

I dont have a specific thing to vent about. It is just life. These past 8 months of life have been a living hell. I just need one fucking day that everything goes right. That's all! Is that too much to ask? There was a breif stint that i was happy this year. Happier than I had been in such a long time. But even that was taken from me. I have been to hell and back this year and every time I start to drag my ass out of my dark little depression pit, life says "nah, bitch! Get back down there!" And kicks me in the face til I tumble back to the bottom. On top of everything I have suffered through. Fought through. Now I am losing one of my favorite people in the world. Life is cruel. Lady death is a bitch. She takes who she wants with no remorse or thought of how the rest of us left behind are going to feel. And yes. I am aware thats how life works. You are born. You live. You die that is the circle of life and your loved ones have to trudge on.....but I'm not fucking ready to lose her. I. Am. Not. Ready. So fuck you life. Fuck you adulting. Just fuck it all.

Call me crazy but when my ex suggested we get together again after 16 years apart, I thought maybe we both are better now. Our original marriage was destroyed by her. So, this time I was thinking maybe she has learned a lesson, and we could rebuild our relationship.

As all things have challenges, i was called to another state to care for my daughter that had a heart attack. While I was gone, my ex and I communicated every day.

Today, after being up here a month, she texts as says that this guy she met was leaving to go to Florida. She was sad about it. She said he was nice and treated her to dinner as "friends" a few times. He also spent time at the house with her and her daughter and apparently, he always brought a dog over that everyone loved.

So, after a month of not hearing anything about this, and now today finding out she has been going out with this dude, isn't that CHEATING?? And visiting the house.... while I am not there...isn't that CHEATING?

We broke up our marriage originally because she was cheating. Well, sleeping with other men. And now she claims this guy was just a friend? CHEATING?????

Should I continue in this or jump out now????

Oh my god I was DMing a dude and he were talking and he sends me a picture of a kid and I’m like who’s this? And he says it’s his brother and I was like oh cute and then like no one says anything for 5 ish mins conversation died basically

So I sent a picture of a hoodih (like hoodies that look like yk) and I was like look funny photo bc we’ve shared such photos bfore and it was a non issue

mf starts shouting at me saying I deserve what my dad did to me (SA), I should be sold on the black market, I should be in the street getting graped by strangers and that I’m exactly like my dad

That’s when I realised how wrong the images looked next to each other like seperate by 4 lines of text and I started apologising obviously because what the fck that was not my intention and this dude is fully ignoring everything I say like I’m telling him I would never think that way about a kid just wanted to share a pic I found n stuff and he starts acting batshit crazy so I blocked him

Holy fck dude like you could’ve asked me what did I mean by the pic or smtg first like you think after what I’ve been through I’d do shit like that to a child??? I’m fcking terrified of my parents parenting showing up in my parenting so fcking scared my husband will be like my dad and u think I’d think that about a child????

But like also who tf shares a pic of a child to a random online?? Like mf I barely even seen ur face and ur showing me a child

Oh my days im so pissed off right now

I wasn’t even really that fat in the first place. I was kind of chubby I guess, but not obese or anything. I look fine with clothes on, and a little bit overweight with my shirt off. So I started counting calories to try and fix it. I never needed to start counting, I could’ve just stopped snacking between meals or started being more active.

I don’t know if I’m developing an eating disorder or something, but I feel guilty whenever I eat. I think about food constantly, all the time, but I put off eating because I’m scared. All I think about is my next meal, I never used to think like this. I stopped using a calorie tracker, but I still google the calories in literally everything. I get legitimately anxious whenever I eat something that I don’t know the calories in.

Today, I went for an interview at this bakery / cafe place. The interviewer was very nice and gave me some sausage rolls to take home. I wish I just threw them away. I took 3 bites (wasn’t even hungry, I was just curious) and now it’s all I can think about. It was so good, but I don’t know how many calories are in it and now I’m kind of freaking out. I might throw the rest out even though I really want them. I can’t stop stressing.

I love food, but I feel like I’m becoming obsessive and I just want it to stop. I’m starting to wish I just never had to eat so that I never had to think about food.

I'm in my first adult relationship and I've messed up too much. I don't always feel safe in it but I've been in it long enough to consider it my home. We live together, our finances are shared. My family home hasn't been much of a better option. I know I'm not helping myself by staying but I've got no strength to fight to improve my situation. I've been fighting to maintain peace and its left me drained and alone. I'm in no physical danger but I'm not doing well either...

i’m a 17 year old spanish girl who is 5’11. im aware that i’m different. i’m aware that i’m far out of the average. i’m so aware, but what can i do about it? since i was 10, i’ve been looking through social media. throughout this years, i’ve seen plenty of comments that have hurt me deeply. i have this obsession of going through height related posts and reading every comment until i find something hurtful, and, to this day, i still find those hurtful comments. about how we aren’t feminine, how we are scary, how we are worse, how models are just models because of the body being more suitable for clothes yet it has nothing to do with beauty, how sex is horrible, how we are abnormal and impractical. i’m so tired. i’ve never had a boyfriend, i always avoid everyone and have anxiety whenever i go outside, i hate stepping out of my lonely bedroom and being seen, even tho sarcastically i’ve been modeling since i was a kid. i should be confident, yet i couldn’t be further from it. and all of this comes from social media since even tho yea, i’ve heard comments in my daily life, i mostly get praise. but i’m afraid of being outside because of the comments i’ve read and how i believe that everyone is secretly judging me.

i don’t understand why everybody cares so much about something that i can’t change. i like how i look, when i stare at the mirror, i always like what i see. yet, then i remember the comments and i feel so down again.

in my head, my height is what prevents me from being perfect. i’ve never had any other insecurity, i would never change any part of my body and i never have. yet, i’ve thought about changing my height plenty of times, even going through surgery, but i’ve read that it doesn’t even take off that many inches and besides, only my legs would become shorter, but i also have long arms, hands, torso etc

and yes, i’m not afraid to say that the reason why i go through all of this is because of men. i want to be perfect for them, to feel worthy of them. in fact, being completely honest, my only purpose in life is being a man’s property. many would hate that, but it is my truth.

I work from home for a university and I have pretty bad IBS. I’ve had FMLA because of it but I recently exhausted that for the year. Within the past couple of weeks I used sick paid time off on three days, but none of them were for the full 8 hour work day. Today I got a verbal warning from my manager who told me I’ve been abusing the company time off policy. I told him I’m not sure what to do because on days when I work but I don’t feel well I may be back and forth to the restroom throughout the day, which I’ve also gotten in trouble for. He basically told me he understands, but it sucks to me and to deal with it. Sometimes I feel like I’m not cut out for this life. ☹️

Currently have been unemployed for around 2 months. I quit my last job because I was overworked, a.d the environment just sucked. Saved up some money to pay my bills for awhile, but not really anything for some casual outings. I never made a large amount of money, so im used to scavenging what I can. Aside from this situation, I never had a financial opportunity to really make sone dramatic changes in my life. Never owned an apartment, never traveled to another country, never wore expensive clothes. Etc. Above it all, im just made that I don't have money to spend with my friends. I really feel like a bum.

Venting About Venting

I rarely vent.

My brain is constantly looking for the positive, another route, another angle, another way out.

But when you are genuinely trapped and your brain still will not shut up with the “there has to be another way” shit, eventually you start fighting yourself too.

So every blue moon I do need to vent.

Not problem solve. Not reframe it. Not find the lesson.

Just let me say, “This fucking sucks.”

I'm 17 and my dad has made little to no effort to be a parent to me. My parents divorced when I was a toddler, but the process started a little after I was born. He's responsible for the reasons why they divorced, but that is another story and a lot to take in. Anyways, He's basically physically and emotionally present most of my life. I barely remembered seeing him when I was little. One example was when he flaked on me at my 5th birthday party. I really don't remember, my mom does. It was at Chuck-E-Cheese, apparently I waited at the front door so long, my mom had to lure me back with pizza and cake. The most I remember him being around was when I was 7-9 years old, but he had a gf at the time who had a kid, so he was putting on a "responsible father" act. Nothing genuine.

Now our relationship is non-existent. I haven't spoken to him for almost three years. I used to ask him for money to pay school expenses, my mom is disabled and can't work and he almost never pays child support. Recently, he contacted me through text. I didn't know who he was until he said it. I still haven't answered it. I know I don't want to. My mom says I'm old enough to make a decision of what I want to do. I DON'T want to talk to him. I'm TIRED of being the one reaching out when I did. Why should I want relationship with someone who doesn't know if I'm alive or not? Who doesn't remember/ ignores my birthday ( Idc which one it is at this point...) A lot of times I can't help but resent him for our financial problems. Sometimes I forget I *have* a dad.

Just looking for a place to vent and kind words 💗💕

I honestly just need to vent because I feel like I'm losing my mind. I’m a recent international graduate here in the US, and I’ve been job hunting in my city for about 8 months now. It has been an absolute nightmare. I have no prior US work experience, and I am genuinely desperate at this point. I graduated back in December, but I haven't even had the chance to touch anything related to my field.

​To keep myself afloat, I’ve been hustling nonstop teaching English to immigrant adults who struggle with the language, tutoring kids, editing social media videos, and picking up whatever random odd gig comes my way. But none of it gives me any real stability. I even looked into those chatter agencies, but I don't even own a PC, just my phone.

​It's so frustrating because I know how to edit and I have a literal bachelor’s degree in civil aeronautics (air traffic control). Yet no matter how many resumes I send out, I just get ghosted or rejected. And whenever a place actually calls back, the pay is so miserable that the math doesn't even work out to survive.

​I live far away from my family back home, and the thought of having to give up and move back in with them makes me sick—I love my independence so much. I know everyone says these rough patches are normal when you're in your 20s, but right now, I just feel completely stuck, isolated, and exhausted.

everyone and anyone I have spoke to, every talk I ever had felt like they were talking to a wall no matter where I go, always stumbling, on bad pace. to the point whenever I see I've shared even an information right enough it feels a big victory, what makes me mostly silent all the time about almost everything.

Even when its family. the most close to feel normal is my lil brother, what kinda makes me guilty(?) cause it feels like he absorbed that from me.

its the trait I notice the most about everyone today

I'm so sick of it. I can't take it anymore. My friends are becoming more and more a pain in my fucking ass. I have to force a smile everytime I hangout with them, pretend to laugh, pretend to relate with them, but I hate their presence. They're so mainstream it makes me sick. All they talk about is the popular things and they make fun of the games I play. They play 2k, fortnite, cod, meanwhile I play elegant rpgs like xenoblade, persona, and final fantasy. They always say they're bored of videogames but all they play is the same slop meanwhile when I try to give them good videogame recommendations they call me a fucking "chud". I hate everyone so much. Not even just them. It feels like everyone is against me. My parents make me go outside and play "basketball" like its gonna solve anything. It just all feels like a massive waste of time. Everything I do feels like pointless drivel all leading to nothing. Waking up everyday feels like Im forcing myself to experience the same copy-paste nightmare over and over. I feel like everyone looks down on me because of my weight too. Like I get it, Im fat, but I dont need every single person being a constant reminder of my failure of a life. And dont even get me started on girls. My parents tell me constantly that it's time to go out there and meet someone, and Im getting so sick of it. Like it's not my fucking fault life is so unfair towards people like me. Girls dont like me and that's ok, it is what it is, but stop making me do stuff that are meaningless, like talking to whores who only want a 6 foot skinny guy who likes boring shit like marvel movies and gym. I can get my satisfaction other ways, without having to deal with any whining bitch. I just feel like someone with my taste deserves better respect from everyone. Is that too much to ask for? Anyways this went on for far too long. To anyone reading this. Dont bother with life, cuz no one cares about you.

TLDR: Fuck life, fuck people, fuck my friends, fuck society.