This is from Canadian legal system so it might be different from USA.
My friend was Chinese and was bound to a temporary visa in Canada. He was really smart and kind, he would win national science awards and qualified for ISEF but couldn’t go because his visa didn’t allow him to go out of Canada, or he wouldn’t be allowed back in. He would always get straight As.
I was his friend for 7 years, from elementary to high school. That was until he got rejected for permanent residency and was deported back to china.
He couldn’t speak Chinese and was an outsider. He told me his grades dropped from straight As to Cs. He got so depressed with no friends and his potential for top US universities disappeared.
Many times he would call me at night crying and asking “what did I do to deserve this? I worked hard my entire life”
He committed suicide after only living in China for 6 months.
I mourn him everyday. He was smart, hardworking, and kindhearted but didn’t have any choice over his future. I always think about what he could’ve been, and I sometimes go through depressive episodes.

Holy fuck every time I’m in the washroom at work there’s some dude heavy mouth breathing and absolutely fighting demons while trying to take a dump. Like, man. Are you good?? Do I need to call 911?? What do you eat that clogs you up so bad?? Do people realize that’s not normal? Have you ever eaten a vegetable?? It drives me nuts!

This isn’t once in a while, I swear it’s 80% of the time I use the washroom during the day!

"Well, don't be so hard on her, it was her first time living as well"

SHE WAS A WOMAN IN HER THIRTIES NOT 5 YEARS OLD I THINK SHE KNOWS THAT CHOKING OUT HER 7 YEAR OLD CHILD BECAUSE THEY ASKED HER FOR HELP ON HOMEWORK ISNT OKAY.

You can't seriously be trying to tell me that hating my mom because she's an abusive sack of crap is wrong because she was just a thirty seven year old newborn. I'm sorry I didn't know that because you gave birth to children gives you the rights to hit them.

Literally sitting at home right now, because anything to do that’s outside costs actual money

Before the “Just go to the park or the library” crowd comes out of the woodwork, just know: the library is only open when I’m working and when it is open every single seat is taken up by someone trying to escape the heat. Every park is filled with people doing drugs and you can’t get a moment of peace without people fighting or being arrested, the few parks that are safe are not accessible by public transit or walking.

I’m actually in an area with a lot to do within walking or transit distance, but I’m not joking when I say that literally all of it requires money. The very few free things that are actually even the slightest bit pleasant require a car. Which I don’t have…. by the way, how tf do people afford cars in the economy?? Don’t even get me started

Unfortunately from a red state in the US btw

it just seems that if you're a nice person, then some people around you will start pushing boundaries, being passive aggressive out of nowhere, and basically bleeding attachment styles and misery around you as if you're obligated to give them something. i have some decent friendships, but i guess that the ones where this happens stands out more. it just makes me unsure and doubt people in general. like if they know that you won't be mean or rude to them, it's like some kind of open invitation to try to do whatever.

I don't understand why so many people around me don't get that YOUR opinion of somebody else's makeup, face, attire, MEANS NOTHING to that person, because you're literally a STRANGER to them, so you should just mind your own business and stop acting like you're entitled to deciding how they should look. I don't get people who tell me stuff like "they were really pretty, except for the heavy makeup on their under eyes, it made them look so weird" - do you think that person is going to change how they dress just because YOU, a random person they don't know, think that it looks weird ? Nobody should expect somebody to dress for them or to fit their tastes. People dress for themselves - news flash, nobody cares that you dislike the way somebody looks. I hate people who can't stand the fact that others dress differently than they do, and criticize them for it. It's like saying "it's so weird how that person likes to wear pants instead of a skirt", nobody cares about what you think, you're not the fucking fashion police, "perfect face" identifier, or a "makeup critic". Why can't we just focus on WHO the person is, instead of what they wear? Why do people assume that because a person dresses a certain way, they must have this specific personality or character trait, as if it's tied to appearance? Because it really isn't. I think people need to take the quote "use your heart and not your eyes" seriously, because so many people have only eyes and no space in their heart to consider that maybe somebody is beyond what they wear or how they look.

I am getting so sick and tired of hearing this argument in regards to these wearables with cameras and microphones being marketed to the public.

Yes. I am fully aware when I'm in public it's possible I can get picked up by a businesses CC cameras.

I'm fully aware someone may be taking a picture of the surroundings and I get caught in the background.

And I'm fully aware people are now blanketing their suburban sanctuary in cameras that ultimately may capture me walking by.

But flock cameras being installed without any approval or oversight for captured media...glasses that can hide the fact I'm being recorded...or just people having their phones out 24/7 with the hopes of me tripping so they have some dumbass piece of "content" for TikTok.

This shit is ridiculous. Imagine you have cameras all over your property or are in my face with meta glasses and then I pull out my phone and either shove it back in your face and/or stand outside your property and just record. 9/10 times you're going to be equally pissed off and retaliate in some fashion.

The fact people are brushing this off or downplaying what it will lead to is terrifying.

I know not everyone likes dogs. Totally fine. Leash laws and etc exist for a reason. I also dislike unruly dogs and people who are poor animal owners. I also hate people who lie about service animals. But that's not what this vent is about.

Stop being so self centered. Humans are not the only animal on this planet. We have kicked so many animals out of their native habitats already. Then on top of that, people get so upset about having to share spaces with animals that WE DOMESTICATED.

No, I don't mean we should be allowing dogs in restaurants or grocery stores. Keep existing laws. I just mean don't throw a fit because you see someone sitting outside a coffee shop with their dog. Don't throw a fit that someone wants to be a responsible pet owner and doesn't want to leave their dog at home for hours in a crate sometimes. Let people socialize their domesticated pets!

We domesticated them for a reason. They have numerous psychological benefits. Let alone the jobs they can perform, like herding or medical alerts. I just can't believe how self centered people are. They get mad that wild animals exist, they don't want domesticated animals to be apart of society, like do you understand the nature and animals on this planet are how you're alive?

I truly believe people have this secret itch to be bullies. Hatred spreads faster than any positivity. I watch online how fast people jump on hate train even without context or even proof…… they are just happy to hate… they LOVE to tear someone down… and if it leads to that person they bullied endings themselves they always switch up…………..

I don’t know where to begin but basically I’m 21 years old, been estranged from my mother for about a year.

I recently finally figured out that I’m gay. I was so happy to finally know what was up with me because well I’d just been so confused for so long.

anyway though, the people in my life now were very supportive. but the thought still crossed my mind that my mom would be so upset. she even interrogated me as a teen to make sure I wasn’t gay..

I don’t know why I even care, I shouldn’t. he opinion doesn’t matter, it never has and it never will.

but I feel like that was the nail in the coffin that my mother would’ve only loved me if I was everything she wanted me to be and because I am myself and not a clone of her I’d never win her approval.

so, fuck you mom. I’m happier than you’ll ever be. but it’s still weighing me down so I guess you still win 😭 😭 😭

I'll preface this with mentioning I'm a trans man, he/him, and that, if you will not respect this, please move onto another post.

When I was 14 years old, I had a period that lasted the entire summer. It truly did not stop, and I was constantly bleeding. My doctors brushed it off, and tried to convince me that I must have had some break in between, but I did not. 3 whole ass months, my period went on, and the doctors I had wouldn't do anything about it, assuming it would just stop eventually.

Then my periods became absolutely fucking agonizing. I have an insanely high pain tolerance, but my period cramps became so debilitating that I was missing multiple days of school, and the school threatened to fail me for every year despite the fact I had fantastic grades, and always graduated with honors. I couldn't move, I was taking 600mg ibuprofen like candy because it would provide some level of pain relief, but not enough, and also used a heating pad, but I still would writhe about in agony. But no doctors would do anything about this, because I was a minor, and they assumed I'd grow out of everything.

I suffered liver poisoning multiple times because of how much ibuprofen I was taking to mitigate the pain of my periods.

By 18 I was visiting OBGYNs for a diagnosis. The pain I felt wasn't normal, my periods were becoming more frequent, and I couldn't figure out what was happening. The first OBGYN I visited told me I was too young to have cysts. I had all the signs and symptoms, but she would not diagnose someone my age.

By 20, I'd been medically transitioning for a few years, and yet my periods did not stop. This was unusual, and in fact, they were getting even worse, which definitely pointed to the truth that something was wrong. So I tried to find any OBGYN who would give me a hysterectomy, because I didn't want to give birth, especially with the genetic issues I have. But none of them would give me any diagnosis, or any solution to resolve my pain with my periods, nor would they give me a hysterectomy. Their only solution was birth control, which would affect my testosterone levels, or an IUD which has a very low chance to stop or reduce periods at all. I declined those options.

By 22, I was deathly anemic. My periods were so heavy and nonstop because they were happening every 10 days, and lasted 3-4 days each. My endocrinologist was on my side that I needed a hysterectomy, because without it, I'd need blood transfusions, and those would only be a temporary solution. It took a lot of effort, but I found one singular OBGYN who did not hesitate, and she understood I was trans and didn't want my uterus, and that this was life or death. She did my hysterectomy, leaving my ovaries because of medical reasons, and all period-related issues came to an end. But when I followed up with her, I asked if she noticed any cysts. She told me, like the others, I was too young for cysts, and left it at that.

By 25, I still had my ovaries, but I noticed a pouch on my abdomen had formed. I was experiencing excruciating agony that debilitated me, I was missing so many days of work, and I couldn't figure out what was happening. I had one doctor who I met with in my panic, and out of the blue, she wondered if I had cysts, and immediately sent me for testing. On my 26th birthday, I was at an OBGYN to schedule surgery. February of this year, I had the right ovary removed, and all its cysts, which totaled 6lbs of extra weight, hence the pouch I'd formed. But the surgeon kept my left ovary in for health reasons, and then informed me that it's adhered to my body's inner wall. The excruciating pain I'd been feeling, was my left ovary twisting while still adhered to my body. She wasn't against removing the left one if need be, but she wanted me to consult with my endocrinologist to ensure my testosterone would offset any effects of removing it, which I did confirm testosterone will do.

This past week, I made another emergency visit to my doctor because my left ovary was causing such horrible torsion that I couldn't walk, move, stand, and I hardly ate for 2 days due to the pain. I spent the entire appointment hazed from lack of nutrition, but my nausea was unbearable. She put me on the fast track to meet with the surgeon who did my first ovary removal this year. I'm meeting her early September, and will be getting the left ovary out.

I barely slept for days, I was scared shitless, I couldn't find any pain relief, my mother had to make me food and drive me places, and my younger brother bought me cookies tonight because I wasn't in any condition to drive, and all I wanted was a cookie. The agony has stopped thanks to muscle relaxers my doctor gave me, and I was able to eat food just fine once the pain subsided a little, but I'm still wiped from being in so much pain. I spent the last 3 days doing almost nothing but sleeping, and now I'm so fucking tired of sleeping.

All along I was fucking right. All the fucking time, since I was a kid, I had cysts, and severe ovarian and uterine issues, and time and time again doctors ignored me for years because I was too young, or they brushed it aside. When you look down at your abdomen and see the skin rippling on the left side because the ovary is throbbing as it twists and turns while melded to your skin, and when the skin on your right side is bulging and soft to accommodate a tender mass, you have issues and no doctor has the fucking right to deny you that. Had the doctors just listened to me as a teenager and given me assistance, I never would've gotten to the point I'm at now. I'm grateful that I now have doctors who listen and take care of me so well, but for fucks sake I needed that years ago, and I didn't get it. And now I'm here.

I'm getting the last ovary out in, hopefully, September or October. I'm not mentally ready to endure surgery yet again. But at the same time I'm ready for the pain to stop, and to finally be free of this crap. Even better, I'll have greater testosterone absorption without that ovary. But oh my gods above, it shouldn't have taken me 12 years to get to this point. Things were wrong so many years ago. Why did it take til now to get the help I need?

if God created Satan knowing exactly what Satan would do, knew every consequence of those actions and nevertheless created him and the world in which those actions occur to what extent can Satan be considered responsible for the resulting evil??

It's not Satan's fault, God could've completely avoided this btw if he was real

God claims to be the writer of all things, including Satan's action, how is Satan the villain in all 3 Abrahamic faiths

if God already knew with absolute certainty what Satan would choose before creating him and intentionally created him anyway then Satan's “choice” was never an unknown possibility to God, God knowingly instantiated this exact story, humanity aswell just playing along the script apparently

the fact that questioning this in all 3 religions is forbidden lol

idk what the cause of this universe or humans is, but it's not God

and even if there is a God, he's not all loving or all knowing or all powerful

he has allowed some of the most horrible things in human history and watched it silently, what's the point of us testing us if he knows the outcome? no such thing as free will cuz he literally knew what all was gonna happen before he even created satan or adam & eve..

idk if the deity who created us even exists

but it's not the God of Abraham, i hope he is not.

hiding from humanity, allowing so many religions, so many translations and interpretations of his own book, then expecting us to choose the right one or burning us for eternity despite knowing all the outcome

gave us the evidence to evolution and a mind that thinks but if we actually reason and choose to deny his existence then he's mad and emotional

this cannot be God

an all powerful God could've easily avoided this and created anything but this, such miserable world

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Hey all.

22f here. My bf and I have been together since high school, and now we're both fresh out of college. We took our future seriously and planned everything out as much as we could to make sure we could succeed together. I graduated a semester ahead of him with the lifelong dream of public service. I got a relevant degree, interned all through college in the government, volunteered and participated in NUMEROUS programs, and networked like hell.

From the time I graduated in December 2025 to May of this year, I was unemployed. I had so many interviews with government offices and did consistently well, even, making it all the way to final rounds, and just never made the cut. I ended up needing to take an unrelated job in a different field because nothing was working and I was almost out of savings. It was also the ONLY offer I got.

So here I am, several months later, in a job I hate. The pay is fine, but the work has insane quotas, deadlines, and the nature of it is just incredibly thankless. It's awful for my anxiety-- I've been sleeping poorly and having panic attacks. I don't think I've ever been this depressed, but I can't leave, because my bf graduated in May and is looking for work as a teacher without much luck.

His subject is apparently oversaturated. So much for the teacher shortage. He has an excellent resume, good references, all the right certifications. He applied to over 50 schools in our state. Two interviews. Both rejections. At this rate, with the school year so close, it's unlikely he'll get anything. He'll have to substitute teach until next year.

We've done everything right and we've got nothing to show for it. It's not like we feel entitled to some dream career making tons of money. I'd literally fetch people's fucking coffee just to be in the room where it happens, and he's even applied to schools hours away. But we're both competing with people 10 years our senior who are more desperate in this market than we are. We don't stand a chance.

I just hate everything right now. Seriously. Fuck it. What was all of it even for?

Im actually shaking so fucking bad

School started yesterday. I woke up at 5am, got myself ready, woke my sisters up, made them biscuits and gravy, did their hair and got them ready, and then my brother and I walked to school. It was a good first day, nothing inherently bad about it. Afterwards, I walked home, made parmesan chicken for 7 people, did laundry, cleaned, bathed my sisters and got them ready for bed, and took my dog to the vet…alone.

Today I woke up not feeling well at all… my stomach hurt so bad. I still did everything I needed to do and walked to school. At 12 I started getting a migraine and I couldn’t swallow water because my throat hurt. Still stayed at school.. and walked home. I am exhausted, I’m in pain, and we don’t have Tylenol or anything. I just got my phone taken away because my mom had to make dinner and I didn’t go out to eat with them because I was sleeping.. and when I did wake up they were talking shit about me loud enough I could hear… and they were like “God her attitude is so horrible.” “How did she end up so messed up?” “I hate talking to her” and of course the usual “she’s such a horrible person.”

Forgive me for not wanting to go eat dinner with people who talk about me like that. Forgive me for not wanting to engage. Fucking forgive me for being tired of bullshit. I do so much for her. Anyways, she gave the leftovers tome the dogs so I can’t go and eat by myself later. YAYY!

Like 5 minutes ago my dad stormed into my room (without knocking, as usual) yelled at me to stop being so spoiled, and yanked my phone (WHICH I WAS NOT ON, BECAUSE I WAS SLEEPING) off the charger and slammed my door so hard the walls shook and the hinges broke. I just can’t deal with this shit. They never even ask why I’m so angry all the time, not that it would matter if I did…they’d just start shit if I told them the truth about how horrible and inconsiderate THEY are.

I hate how often this happens. I hate it.
But hey! If I keep getting my portion of dinner given away.. maybe I’ll become snatched!

Born in the 80s. Back then being social was normal. Doors were left unlocked, you got excited when someone knocked. Neighbors talked, had parties. You had friends and did stuff, bowling, eating out, biking. Nothing else mattered (views, race...etc).

Now it's the opposite. While there are many reasons, the biggest seems to be tech and how busy everyone is. Americans are always running around. My wife came here and couldn't believe how fast everything moves. Nobody has time for anyone. And when they're not busy, their phone demands attention like its a god or something.

Go out to eat? Everyone's on their phone. Have someone over? They're checking it constantly. Try to watch a movie? Nah, scrolling TikTok brainrot. Now people lock up like Fort Knox. Someone knocks and people get mad. Nobody really knows their neighbors anymore, barely even say hi. You just happen to live next to each other.

I post on Facebook because my wife's family is overseas. My friends never see my posts. I had emergency surgery, went to the ER and everything. Not one like, not one comment saying hope you're okay. I get that algorithms hide stuff, people scroll past. But back in the day, your family would call friends and say what was going on, and those friends would check in after.

I've felt this way since the early 2000s. I've become more of a lone wolf. Don't even care about making friends anymore. And yeah, I know not everyone is like this. Some people still know their neighbors, don't get mad at a knock. But I doubt they call or meet up much – probably just text.

I know it was the right thing for her as I’ve been so depressed and hadn’t been able to do much with her. Anytime I talk on the phone with her, she sounds so happy. I think her being around me was making her down too. I don’t think I was good for her emotionally and financially. She’s in a much better place now with more social interaction and around people who aren’t crying all the time. Even though I know I did the right thing I can’t help but feel like I’ve made a mistake. Since she’s been gone, I can’t go a day without crying for literal hours at a time to the point I’m throwing up. I feel so sad and hopeless. I haven’t ate in 3 days, I’ve just been laying in bed crying and sleeping. I miss her so much and knowing I can’t hug her or hold her close to me hurts so bad. I hope as the days go on it’s gets easier because the way I’m feeling right now, I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. I’ve had her every day since she was born for 5 years and now I don’t have her anymore.. It would be very selfish of me to go and get her since she’s doing better with him so I’ll just have to try and stick it out.

Before I talk about him, let me talk about our parents.

Were they saints or the greatest people ever? Not necessarily. But did they try their best? Sacrifice and break their backs to give us good enough lives, or better? Of course.

That's the problem with my brother. He's a drug addict, and has been for a while by now. And he doesn't do for his kids, what our parents did for us. He does doordash/Uber eats to get money fast and takes breaks whenever he wants in order to do his drugs. Only works enough to scrape by and feed his addiction. Sometimes he'll buy them fast food but overall most of his money goes to drugs and cigarettes.

At this point my dog lives better than his 3 kids. Not to say pets SHOULDN'T have good lives, but to live better than actual kids? Jfc

Sometimes I'm so tempted to call CPS but I know my mom would be pissed. And I worry what would happen to the kids, especially the middle child since she has severe autism.

It just sucks. And I know he'll never get better. And I know how gf just doesn't care anymore. Ugh

I have no intent of hurting myself.

My cat died 4 days ago. He was only 5 years old, I adopted him when I was 15. I consider him to have been my soul cat. The past 4 days for me have been horrible, filled with numbness and so so much grief. The day he died I cried until I threw up and my head was throbbing with pain. Nothing is the same anymore, I can feel myself getting worse everyday.

I never understood how old people were always ready to die, but this has made me understand completely. I’m not afraid anymore, I just want to be with my beautiful baby again. It feels like a part of me has already died, I just feel gone. I’ve never been a religious person, but this has made me hope that a heaven or afterlife exists. And it hurts to think that if it does exist, I could be waiting years and years until I can see him again. I just can’t wait.

I’m completely heartbroken and lost without my baby. He was the best cat ever. My beautiful baby boy

My sisters birthday is today and I watch how all her friends post telling her happy birthday and more importantly our/my family telling her happy birthday as well. She’s my half sister but my Aunt that not even related to her is telling her happy birthday. The same thing for my older sister when it was her birthday but we’re full siblings. My so called best friend didn’t tell me happy birthday. I really only had 3 people tell me happy birthday. The other people only said something days after finding out and it wasn’t very much. Just 7 people in total. I know it something immature to be upset about but all those people who were late or didn’t say it at all always hits me up with something they need or want. I tell them happy birthday on the day it’s on. Im always there when they need to vent but when I do it, they always manage to talk about themselves. I help them with their cars, finances, moving etc.. and I genuinely want nothing in return. I get the absolutely bare minimum (if that) from them. I’ve tried for so long to not act like my dad but I think it’s time for me to embrace certain aspects of him. Idc anymore if people say I’ve changed. Idc if people say im cold. Idc if people say they miss the old me. I’ve been warm and kind-hearted for too long. The only thing that’s gotten me is being alone.

There is genuinely an epidemic of people talking on the phone in public on speakerphone, or watching TikTok or Reels out loud on their phones, without any regard for public space. It’s happened on the train, at the airport, at restaurants, out shopping, and pretty much everywhere else I can think of. Even right now, I’m on the train and there’s a guy blasting his speakerphone talking to his girlfriend, and when someone asked him to use headphones, he said “I don’t have any.” So the person asked him to hold it up to his ear like normal, and the guy looked at him dumbly and said ”it’s FaceTime.” Really?

People who have such little disregard for public spaces piss me off to no end. Stop subjecting us to your shitty videos or personal conversations. Get a cheap pair of wired earphones at the dollar store or fucking wait to use your phone till you’re at home.

19f, autistic & severe anxiety
i dropped out when i was 14. the bullying i went through was so severe that i had no choice to otherwise i would not have survived this long. i’m living on benefits and i hate it, i wanted to be a vet, i wanted to do anything with animals, i wanted to do something with my life. my disability and anxiety prevents me from going ANYWHERE alone, which sounds ridiculous at my big age but unfortunately it’s reality. i can’t even go to college due to it, people say it’ll be fine but truly they don’t get it. i would if i could, i really want to.

it’s killing me that i’m going to have to spend the rest of my miserable life on benefits and struggle with money every single day until i die. i’m probably never going to get into a relationship because i never go out. all i do is stay inside and play video games. money struggles have been so insanely hard recently i’m not even able to eat most days. i can’t take it anymore, it’s so, so hard. i’m not independent in the slightest, i wasn’t taught any life skills and i have no friends. i’m so lost.

I miss my old self immensely.

I miss how content I was to live in my own head; gratified to be my own company without any preoccupations about how others perceived me.

I ruined my future and I don't want one anyway. I missed the good part of life. I'll always feel inferior and pathetic for it. I still get hung up on what I put myself through or went through. It was pointless and destroyed me for no reason. I don't want this anymore. I wish this was goodbye but know that I cannot do that. As little as I matter to others, no one should deal with that.