All Rants

I broke my phone in anger for the most stupid reason. It's not even the first time I broke an electronical device because of my stupid anger issues and the worst part is having to tell my family about it in order to get it fixed, which I haven't done because I'm too embarrassed and I don't want to tell the truth. I wish it was just a minor mistake and my phone only got a scratch or two, or maybe I had the confidence to just go get it fixed myself (which I only realised now it's not possible cause I don't have any vehicle) but no. I'm very frustrated at myself and dreading the fact that I need to come up with a lie cause there is no way I'm telling my mom that I used an app to lock my phone, wanted to buy a drink but realised that I couldn't pay for that drink and had to walk a distance to unlock the phone, and that I walked a considerable distance, got mad that it didn't unlock and threw the phone at the ground with a naive hope that it wouldn't break, which it did. I hate myself

How is her nudes better than mine for you to drool over her 24/7 when I spammed you mine a million times

I hope when The Tate Brothers are finally put in prison for years, they become someone wife 🤞🤞🤞

I hope when The Tate Brothers get arrested, charged and put in prison for years, they become someone wife 🤞🤞🤞

we were doing so good a few months ago what changed?

(take care everyone! if u need it pls look at the findahelpline site (just type a .com after it) ur important and loved) i cant believe there was a SECONDD dream of my old 2023 incident.. goshhh.. also my dreams feel so real lately? like im actually doing these things and going about my day; its only when i wake up that i realize oh yeah its a dream.. well, malamang hahah. ewan ko, bumabalik nanaman ang lahat ng feelings ko... tatlong taon na ang nakalipas, pero parang halata naman na masakit pa ang nangyari noon. 6 years is hard to get over. yanyhow.. yan lang. medyo nakakatawa kase kakasabi ko lang na okay na ako, pero bam, yan nanaman. ah well, we'll be okay naman in the end.

My husband just died, we get married overseas where gay marriage is illegal, and he just died before we could sign our marriage papers back here in nz. Anyways his brother is trying everything in his power to become the next of kin so he can claim all of his assets and use the money for drugs, even tho I paid over $10k for the funeral and my husbands family didn’t pay a cent. I’m just so frustrated with them it’s been a week since we buried my husband and I just want to try and heal but my in laws are making this way harder for me. And I know that my husbands brother is making all these false accusations against me and I’m not happy

I hate this feeling that’s been washing over me lately. It’s not like I’m jealous, but I can’t help but feel so dejected when I think about how so much better everyone else (my cousins, loved ones, etc) are doing right now. I constantly feel as if I’m behind because while everyone else is going places, working, actually building towards their future.. I’m still stuck in the same patterns. I’ve always struggled with anxiety, it’s one of my worst enemies aside from my own self. I can honestly say it’s not as bad as before because I could barely leave the house back then without having a sudden attack. I just wish the economy was so much better in terms of finding a job. It’s always about the damn experience, which I’m clearly TRYING to get, am I not??? 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (applied to like seven different places this past week) Anyways, I do feel slightly better after writing everything down. I hope whoever happens to come across this has a lovely day or night!!

i want to die rn but i really cant

ive just been so annoying lately it feels as if i force people to respond to me. i always get si jealous when my friends have people that respond in minutes and i know it's selfish but why them and not me? am i that unlikable that i have to be the one to wait and wait for people that never come? and even when they do come, they come half-heartedly. i always understand any circumstance but every time i talk they never have the energy to even shoot me a reply or understand what im talking about because it doesnt concern them. they only text me when they ened something, which is isnt often. so it gets kinda hard not having anyone to actually talk to as if i am their friend

Lwk, one if my best friends confessed that they were gay for me for some time in the past. Man I'm making my hbs gay for me but no women ever like me..

I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT WITH CUSTOMERS!!!!!. I work in a cinema which isn't horribly frustrating during off peak days and/or hours on paper but when you're assigned to rip or scan tickets, you'd think it wouldn't be so frustrating but you'd be surprised with how disruptive they can be when you're preoccupied with helping everyone else enter the doors, not only that but more often than not people can be dense over the simplest signage that doesn't have any communication barriers whatsoever..... and that's not even the worst of it. I won't get into the details but the occasional sense of entitlement is enough for me to say FUCK THIS! I'd rather drain my blood to pay the bills than continue to let this cookie cutter gig ruin my passion for cinema let alone my tolerance towards the public.

Get away from me get the fuck away from me get away

i showed one of my friends my sh scars one time and now i regret it a lot. you know what he responded with? he said: "maybe you're just doing this for attention" and i sometimes also think i'm doing it for attention, not to be noticed by boys, or to become a teachers pet or some shit like that...i've just never felt fully important to anybody.

everything will be alright trust me

If I was born a guy, maybe my father would've let me live. I wish I was born a guy just cause of this.

I fucking dislike my father and I feel so fucking ungrateful while doing so because my friends live in much more difficult family context but I just cannot like him. He's always needs attention and skinship and I dislike both of these things, he literally is so proud of himself and always pretends to know abc about my life when I just wanna be left alone. He takes pills because of his depression or whatsoever and I just hate myself for feeling like this so much like what he must have been through but when I was being bullied he just said to ignore them and I was 12 self-harming. I feel like a fucking slave in this house, I can barely have time for myself when he's here cause he needs all of the attention and he just makes me feel like I'm just there. Yk, I'm kind, reliable and generous but little does he know that I fucking despite myself to the core because of the bulling I went through and I'm barely surviving this summer. I wanna live alone.

I hate that brat, it would have been better if that brat hadnt born.

Six years ago I had matched with a guy on a dating app. We have FaceTimed called and texted all this time. But when it comes to meeting in person he keeps coming up with excuses or just doesn’t bother explaining. He then either blocks me or just ignores me for weeks. I am being made to feel stupid for having these feelings and if I speak to him about it he says he likes me he’s just busy. I’ve been waiting for him for so long to the point I’ve not dated anyone since and I’m turning numb to it all. I don’t know what to do anymore. This just feels like a cruel joke? I’m nearly in my thirties and I just want to settle down and build a life with someone who actually wants me properly.

My life passed by so fast, everyone i know has done something, they've gotten hobbies or done interesting things while i simply waited. why was i waiting? who told me to wait? was i there when my friends needed me? when they were having tough times and needed help was i just waiting like usual. my life, so uneventful i can't remember it. i can't remember my childhood, i can't remember when i met my friends, i can't remember why anything is the way it is now. I can't remember who i used to be. no skills no interests no hobbys no life, sometimes i wonder if the only reason i haven't killed myself is that i've never been alive in the first place. i want to go back, i want to do something, anything. i feel like im living a lie. why do i even have friends? am i even really the same person they knew, it's as if i gained consciousness 2 years ago and everything else is a blur. i just want to be useful, i want someone to need me. im scared of my friends going away and forgetting them