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hurt myself at work yesterday (yay friday the 13th!) and it hurt pretty bad to walk so filled out report and got it checked out. but they acted like it was the most inconvenient thing for them. luckly nothing was fractured or broken its just bruised and sore as a mother. but dr told me not to be on it much and put me off two days from work and they arent happy about it and i mean im not either bc i wasted so much time for a bruise but people have broken/fractured bones from less and usually thats just my luck and i didnt want to risk not having it checked out ya know. but now i absoulutly cant work bc its all in the paper work and when i do go back i still might no be able to do ny job fully bc of restritions. and had i not reported it at all and something was seriously wrong then i would have be the one in trouble and getting my ass ripped.

In not doing anything about trolls putting up racism, abuse and spam including people and countries names only ,spelling and grammar errors including coming up with "President Donold" Trump etc, because the trolls pays them, Quick Rant has become the cesspool of The Internet.

I say if the backgrounds of The ICE Agent's was checked, I say many of them are illegal immigrants and criminals?

I've been self-harming since elementary school, I'm 18 now, but I've been clean for awhile. I don't want to die I just want to distract myself from what's happening in my house. My mom has only ever been in abusive relationships me and my siblings whole life, so I've only ever feared for our lives. She's in a new relationship now and he's been hitting her, he threatens our lives, and made us stay outside all night several times. But after he'd say how he loves her and us, how he'd do anything for us. He's the reason I relapsed. The other day the were arguing and I got ptsd from their past arguments, I started self-harming but this time I wanted him to see what he's making me feel like I need to do just for him to leave. He didn't end up seeing- I feel stupid because I knew it wouldn't have mattered to him. So I just went to my brothers house for a few days, but when I came back my mom made me and my sister apologize for being “rude” to him the day we left… I don't see my mom has my mom

i feel like an awful person, i constantly try to be nicer and try to be better for the people i care but i still do bad things and i still commit the same mistakes and they say that it's okay but it's not and i hate myself for it i dont want to be such a disgusting and useless waste of air i dont want to be so awful i dont want to be so pathetic, this is probably the reason why everybody hates me and nobody will ever love me because im an awful person that doesn't deserve anything.

Quick Rant has became the cess pool of the Internet, because those behind it for months has to continue to ignore the same troll paying them. So the troll are allowed to put up annoying and unwanted abuse, racism and spam especially name only rants and rants with spelling and grammar errors and liking someone who only exists in this troll mind, as many times I still haven't got answers as who is "Prezadent Donold" Trump and once again why would God Bless someone who only exists in the troll mind?

Another day passes, yet I feel empty inside. I've already failed the people around me, the expectations they had now gone. I looked around, and I'm anything but normal. I got no purpose other than to be a failure at every point of my life. It seems as if I did this to myself. My family isn't great at supporting me, not that I want it anyway. I want love, but I can't have it. I'm stuck in a hole I never thought I'd fall in. I don't see potential or worth in myself, I'm barely passing by in my daily life. I'm likely being dramatic. I'm certainly grateful for what I have, but I'm missing a part of me. A part I lost years ago. Regretting the days that I wronged. I can't change them; they will forever affect me. As much as I hate myself, I can't hate others. It feels so wrong to be mean. I guess people don't see that when they do it to me. I know people have their own problems in life and things to worry about, but am I that worthless?

tbh, I really don't want you as a groupmate, even if we're bffs. even tho u tell me things about your day, it's so obvious that you don't like me. because imagine? our very own bestfriend knows so much about your secrets and personal life? and you call us a perfect trio? because “they both know a lot about me,” but when it's the three of us, I'm the one who does everything. Even when it comes to sending stuff to the group chat or to the teacher, you can't do it? It's like you favor her more than treating us equally. I feel like a fool doing everything just to be considered your bff. And the worst part? You really don't see it or notice. And you even have the nerve to make a group chat for the three of us, yet you two don't even see my messages? Why? Because you don't care about me at all; you're just all about her.

It’s hard for me to feel empathy for other people when they vent about small problems to me. I care and I try but I have a friend who constantly vents about their parents and partner to me. And I could care less. Like dawg I am dealing with level 2 homelessness and about to put myself through a program just to be housed. I have been unmedicated for so long that I do not know who I am anymore. I was raped in November and feel like I can’t even talk about it because I am already dealing with so much shit. Like. I want to care. I do care in my own way. But it’s really hard for me to feel sorry for someone being like “oh my parents yelled about how much I am eating” when I hardly know if I am going to survive the day. But sure. Because I have a phone and internet, I am just being dramatic. Idk. I have a lot on my mind. I don’t even know why I am bitching, I just need it out of my head.

F is for fuck this shit man

I live in a one bed apartment with my Catholic family of 7. My parents sleep in the living room I sleep in the bedroom with 4 siblings. 3 are adults 1 of them is my brother who rped me when i was 7. My parents know it happened and forgave him because 'God forgave him.' I hafta sleep in the same room as him. He grabbed my hips at church and is sexually harassing me often. I cant talk to anyone as i am homeschooled and severely secluded from the outside, and escorted everywhere when in public. I am also very hypersexual, depressed, suicidal, self harming, and a lesbian. My family would think im disgusting if they knew and have already previously tried to 'fix' me. I have no one. No one. Im too scared of Hell to end it all because from birth, my parents beliefs have been pounded into my brain, adn doubts have been met with inducing fear, and consequenses. Whenever i try to have a mature conversation about it, i get introuble and told ill go to hell. Religious abuse. Im seventeen.

Sooooo basically I overthink wayyyyy too muchhh. Also, my problem is pretty stupid now that I think about it… I hung out with some friends today and I had a ton of fun and I had a really good day! But then I began to overthink… Like am I over sharing? Am I overstaying my welcome? Also… We gossiped and I feel bad about it… I believe people who gossip with you also gossip about you. It also collides with my morals, I appreciate honesty and being a hypocrite isn’t really honest… I also said some mean things about the girls I gossiped about… The girls I gossiped about basically didn’t invite me 10 times to hang outs and then blamed it on me, bro. So I gossiped about that. Is that gossiping? Idk… And since two of them are really really close so we said that they’re lesbian and all, which I honestly think they are but it’s none of my business. And yeah that’s it

I have problems with my friends and i just need to get it off my chest

i have been stressing out academically and its affecting my health

i hate my life. its one thing after another. things never go well. and if they do it is for like .25 seconds. if it wasnt for bad luck i wouldnt have any luck at all. im so sick of everything and everyone. i just want to disappear. i didnt ask to be born on this stupid floating rock. i never wanted this stupid fucking life. stuck. living the same day over and over and over. you cant tell me we dont live in a simulation. no way life was ment to be like this. life isnt suppose to suck right. youre suppose to enjoy life so why do so many people hate it? why does it suck for so many people? there is no god cause ive asked for him to take me away for a long ass time, so much for him answering prayers i guess. i just want17 to be happy, i want to enjoy this life, im tired of wishing i was dead. why is that so much to ask?

im 26 soon to be 27 ive had 4 kids and am 231lbs but really dont look like it. my doctor wants me to lose 10lbs my the second week of april. says to cut out carbs, sugars and over processed foods. really wants me on a mostly animal diet with some fruits/veggies (but says a carnivore diet in hard?) my favorite food WAS pasta and for the most part ive cut it out. basically all i have been eating is burger and eggs but only as my evening meal. ive always struggled with self confidence ut am trying so hard to work on it but i feel like i have the most unsupportive partner ever. they dont ever care about anything i say and when i ask for any kind of opinion they just say "whatever you want to do" "whatever you think will work" "if thats what you want to try" one time i wanted to try something and they literally laughed in my fucking face (so very encouraging right?) i try so hard and get reactions like that then they tell me the most unattractive thing about me is my lack of self confidence

I hate my eyes. I hate the so so much. Recently I had made an off comment about how someone looked to similar to my friend minus a couple key points. That person is know feeling really bad about themselves and now im fucking guilty asf but cant apologize as ill be busy. My observations with my eyes always makes things worse. My mum says she dislikes seeing my eyes as they are rllly dark. Idk what to do. I love seeing colors and nature and scenery and stuff, but everywhere around me ppl hate me for looking or existing with my eyes

I'm an 41 years old Indian woman and wanted a loving provider man. But, he is fighting, getting violent for monetary contribution. He never acts on my requests even if it is non-monetary except food. But gets very angry and violent if I don't obey him. He wants baby with me and wants to buy house with my name in mortgage too. I cannot argue or ask him for anything because of his behavior. What should I do when leaving is not an option? How can I correct greedy angry man?

My wife let me know recently that her dad paid off the mortgage on his recently paid house. Sounds great, but he wants to keep this info from his girlfriend who lives with him. Apparently she pays him $500 a month to live there too. Sounds pretty deceitful to me. I asked my wife why he is keeping this from her, but she said she doesn't want to talk about it and wishes she didn't tell me. This situation doesn't involve me, but I've seen him act similarly about money matters in the past. My wife doesn't seem to think anything is wrong with it. I think she's just giving her dad a pass.

I'm tired of living—I don't know why, but I'm fed up. Every day feels like Groundhog Day, and another big—and maybe silly—reason is my mom's overprotectiveness. Imagine this: I’m 18, but my mom still checks my phone, reads my messages without permission—and not only that, but she can leave a group chat without my consent, or delete any app or social media account from my phone without a second thought. God forbid you block her somewhere— She constantly texts and calls me when I’m at school or at home—that is, when she’s at work and I’m somewhere else, even at some event. It doesn’t matter to her; she says she’s worried about me, but I think it’s too much. Plus, she calls right away or video calls; if I don’t pick up within five or ten minutes, she starts calling my friends. Oh, right, I almost forgot—I don’t have any friends, just one girlfriend. she knows all my passwords, from my phone’s lock screen to the codes for my banking apps—actually, that’s just the tip of the iceberg.