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i cant stop picking at my fucking skin.its been going on for as long as i can remember. bored? rip off the skin off of my fingers. hungry? rip the skin off of my fingers. stressed? same thing. at this point i don’t even realize it when i’m doing it. i’m so done. my fingers have become raw and sensitive. they’ve become aching with stinging pain and no longer smooth. they are irregular, irritated painfully, and they are hard to not notice. i wish i could stop but i just can’t. i’m literally doing it right now. for some reason i think if i keep doing it enough, my fingers will be smooth again, but i know thats not true at all. they bleed and its bothering me so much. i don’t have a nail clipper with me, i forgot to pack it, i’m on vacation, so it’s really bad right now because of how sharp my nails are. i don’t have any fidget toys or anything like that that would help dermatillomania, and i don’t wanna ask my parents for any because i know they’ll judge me for it. i wish i would stop.

People need to tell her not to bother me not look at me like I have problems.She talks to me, she needs to shut the fuck up and kill herself. I did everything but she bothered me before. I hope she dies and goes to heaven because she is the one who wants to go there and I won't fucking miss her because I never loved her. I am glad my sister tried to kill herself in the past. She told me she did. I was laughing on the inside. I wish she died because she is nothing but a burden for me and she is nothing but a problem.

Thanks to my sister I now feel suicidal and homicidal because she bothered me just to ask me to stop making throw up sounds in my bedroom with the door closed. I think it's weird my sister thinks it's ok to control what I do in my bedroom with the door closed she said can you please stop making throw up she said because it makes her gag and I was like no because it's my bedroom. I kept saying it's weird and I don't control her when she is in her bedroom.Well if she has a problem with what I'm doing she needs to kill herself because she is the problem here for making me the problem. I wish she died. She bothered me she is the one that fucking bothered me and I didn't do anything to her and if I talk to a person on 988, I will want to kill them because they upset me for talking over me. I want to kill them for being so rude to me and doing most of the talking.I can't go on crisis text line and I can't go to the emergency room because people are the reason I feel suicidal and homicidal.

I’m not that old I’m quite young actually but when I was younger I was really poor and for the past two years I moved in with my brother and he has now gotten a stable job and he has kids and we always have food in the fridge. Have soap in the bath room. And I haven’t really realised how different my life is now and I feel kind of ungrateful and that I take things for granted. My brother is very well of now he made 100k£ last year so we have money but I don’t feel that different and I was speaking with my other brother about this and he said like when I still lived with our mother that he had no energy for some fucking school and every time he went away form the computer every thing went to hell and I don’t really feel that different and like I said I feel very ungrateful

I really wish my therapist would stop worrying about my dad and start helping me with my actual problems. I don’t know how to control my rage outbursts and it’s getting to the point where I start crying when I’m angry. I get so angry over such little things and it’s really hard for me to calm down afterwards. I want to be normal.

Usually I rant about things that are more negative. But right now? My stress is slipping away. when I'm writing these specific words I have 13 hours and 15 minutes until I see my boyfriend. And oh my DAYS I cant WAIT! I baked him carrot cake cupcakes for Easter, but I don't even know if he likes carrot cake so now I'm scared.. but its okay. Im writing an important letter because I screwed up, but this is the same person who comforts me at the slightest things, holds my hand and gives me gifts for no reason, he makes me HAPPY. IM WRITING A BOOK BASED OFF OF US! I love him, and he's honestly the only person I would trust to apologize and explain to without doubting his loyalty. I just want to get to school early so I can run to him. I just want to see him. I've had crushes, but this is different. Im in love for the first time. I feel safe and free. I cant explain it with the room I have. But its surreal and amazing and all I want is to see him, to have him with me.

I don’t understand myself enough and my efforts are in forever vain

Hi, I am going insane. I am starting to hate everyone around me and my motivation is at an all time low. I just cant stand doing anything because to me the world has already decided that I will be nobody in this life. Everything i try fails miserably doesnt matter how hard I can possibly try and I feel completely worthless. I throw my anger out to my love ones, insulting them everyday and even insulting random people and feeling joy in making them cry because in my mind they can finally understand my pain and that makes me feel understood. I love when people cry because of me. I dont want words of reassurance i just wanted ways to vent out wtf i got inside of me and this site was the first thing that chatgpt told me to fucking visit. I am at a rock bottom of my life and i think j am gonna kill myself.

I'm a man. 21 years old. The thing they usually leave out when the trans experience is brought up, is how devastatingly, cripplingly lonely it can be. Not that it HAS to be that way, of course. For many it isn't. But for me it is. And it's entirely my fault, I know it is. I'm a generic douchebag. Stupid, lacking emotional awareness, doesn't understand (or care to understand) mental health. Minimizing it all. Except I'm not that at all. I know, and I care so, so deeply. Because I thoroughly, constantly, chronically, aching in my gut day and night. But that's not manly, and no matter what anyone says, no matter that it's the big year 20xx, it is still like that. And I cannot, and will not, be able to open up about how terribly in pain I am constantly. I will continue putting on my strong act, even when it hurts others around me, because I just can not break it all down now. I'm in too deep. I'm surrounded by people I love, but I'm still so, so lonely. So hurt. Always. Always. Always.

I shouldn't of spoken to AI, I made a huge mistake. I thought I was helping myself but I was wrong and also I am upset because of what AI said. Now I feel even worse than before because I'm upset by what people said and what AI said. I feel a whole lot better venting in a void rather than talking to people and or AI. I have issues with both. Both have made me suicidal and homicidal. I guess people and AI are unhealthy for me. I am haunted by what people said and did. I'm haunted by what AI said. Well I guess the only option I have left to use as a coping skill is to vent into a void. I tried to help myself the best I can. I love myself so much and I am sorry but I can't stand people and AI. I also hate when I go out in public and people stare and don't smile. it makes me think my gender identity is being questioned. I don't know why it would be, but people that do that make me want to kill myself. ai it told me that people act the way they do because of what I'm doing. It's not.

people are making me suicidal a lot. One reason is because they ask me about my gender identity and or question it. Another reason I feel suicidal is because i want people to leave me alone and they don't. The third reason I am suicidal is because their behavior makes me feel awful and it makes me sad. I don't understand why people have to target me. aI made it worse because it says people were jewelry and thinks I don't because AI thought I didn't that made me suicidal. Also AI made me suicidal because it singled me out because other people did. That's how I felt. Also I am just writing about what stood out to me from the past. Um it still bothers me people are quick to assume things about me and I felt worse when Ai said people make snap judgements that makes me suicidal. I guess I'm frustrated because I can't kill people without getting into trouble, I'm mad because I want to have power over everything and people are trying to control me and abuse their power over me.

I feel like i keep walking in a long path forever, although i can see the end i cannot reach it. Sometimes i just wish to close my eyes and disappear from this world for a while , to get on a random train and come back 'home' after a few hours or days. I have time alone , but i never feel like im alone at all, my room doesn't even feel like my own. I let my emotions get ahead of me and i cry when i don't have a reason , i laugh when there's nothing to laugh at , i smile when im supposed to be sad , and sometimes i dont feel nothing , not empty, just full of nothing. I believe that the main problem for all of this is because im alive and because im here in this world, maybe in the future i'll do something about it , not now tho, im still questioning things.

I genuinely hate all humans. Even the extremely select few of you I enjoy the company of, to an extent. It doesn't help that you all abandoned me after I got assaulted, nor does the ridiculous mire of red tape I've had to wade through in the seemingly vain hope of achieving basic resources. Why are you all such wretched, callous, self-absorbed creatures? All I've spent my life doing is desperately try and fail to engineer peace between you horrible goblins. Just once I wish ya'll would accept the olive branch. Fuck you.

there's this girl i like but i'm also feeling guilty for something i've done, like, I avoid her. bet now she thinks i dont like her. and also im okay when talking with her alone but when she's with her friends, i'm afraid somehow. I'm afraid of facing her friends, her friends seemed like influencing her for some reason. I also felt like the friend hates me but this is just assumption. I respect that she protects her friends. Also I feel like shit. All those time i texted her, her friends read it. all those messages I sent to her. I'm embarassed. I want to kill myself for that. But her friends didnt see anything wrong with reading the messages. I guess there's no privacy in this era. I know my rant is not that systematic but it is what i felt from my head

I have never hated someone as much as I detest my partner's ex. I'm having to deal with homicidal feelings and urges I have never experienced before. She was with him for 15 years and then left without any leadup convo leaving her engagement ring in his locker at work, just btw I'm leaving you and all her stuff was gone, starting dating a new guy a few months later. It sounds like they both struggled with communication and the relationship floundered for years before it's eventual end. I do know that he did truly love her. This is the first relationship I've had where I've been truly loved. She tells everyone she was in an abusive relationship (she wasn't) just for clout and says she didn't know love until she met her new partner. Her ex did clearly love her. She took him for granted like the sort of love he gives is just basic when it's not. She lies to make herself look good. I want that fucking woman dead. She acts like she's been through bad junk when she hasn't been through shit.

Once in a golden hour I cast Earth a seed Up there came a flower The people said a weed. - Alfred Lord

hrgh, gonna vent a little more. (the third year college girl with no friends here again loool) a couple days ago i also decided to take a huge leap and tell this girl i know online (practically my only one friend but i fear im losing her due to my own actions and whatever,,) that i had developed feelings for her. in the past she messaged me once saying that she might have feelings for me but at the time she wasn't sure so i didnt tell her what i felt back. we remained friends after that, no biggie,, but so many things happened since then and i just had to tell her how i felt. I don't know why i bothered. Our friendship dwindled so much recently bc of me. Why did i decide now was a good time to tell her i feel about her? She essentially rejected me, kindly ofc, bc she said she's figuring her own shit out and doesn't like me as much any more. i don't know how but we're still friends after that. I feel so embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I don't deserve to be her friend.

Just wanted to come on here to say that I read these rants every morning. I look forward to hearing from real ppl w/ real rants. I wish that RantRam had a way of msgs to go back and forth between the ranter and the viewers so as to help out the ranters. But for a general msg to anyone going through hard times rn. If you work on the issue to improve ur life, it can get better, ppl care and I hope it does get better for you. I came on here maybe 2-3 months ago trying to find a place to rant anonymously b/c well other places are not as accommodating. From my own experience this place has helped, I hope it has helped w/ ur bottled up thoughts as well. I have so much more to say but RantRam only helps so much with getting a msg across..

back again. the third year college student here. It's nearly four AM and i can't sleep because i've just been lying in bed crying. i want to change. i want to be likeable to have friends so im not lonely anymore. but i feel like nothing works. am i really that undesirable? i feel so disgusting and ugly. maybe thats why i have no friends and never had a significant other. i wish i was pretty/beautiful/decent looking. i wish i had friends. i wish that someone wanted me. i wish it was easy to change myself for the better. i wish for so so so many things.

UGHHHHH my wonderful guinea pig just died and my family had kinda not been giving me time to greave and I feel terrible