All Rants

Half the world erased in doubt adds a whole other layer of bullshit to "I wandered lonely as a cloud."

Gotta love how I'm thought of as shallow for ever wanting anything. I usually abandon it when I'm released from that particular chain anyway. I still have a stockholmian relationship with the big daddy and his specters. I'm sorry I couldn't have been born with infinite wisdom when I was puked out of the womb and into a penal colony upon a penal colony.

I'm never anyone's first choice. I had so many different friends throughout the years but none of them would actually consider me as their best friend as they have someone else who is closer with them. I realised that everyone has their own person and I'm still wondering and hoping that one day I'll find that person.

look that is just crude talking about mans penis size like some trophy, I wonder if I will ever find love. I struggle with anything gential and squirting out a substance literally even milk or bees and most food and I am not into most sex others are . I am so vanilla I don't even have a rating .

a reader of cards on youtube. look stop syncronising your issues and life and talk around my life. go somewhere else. he's your brother and if you want sex with him, and chasing women away go get help.

I hate how I feel. it just feels like everyone expects so much but also nothing more from me. I feel like I'm drowning emotionally and I cant tell if my friends think I'm annoying or something since out of nowhere they've all been so critical of me. idk I just feel like nothing is really worth it anymore. I just want to lay down forever or run away. I don't want to leave fully now since I'm a minor and I don't want to freak out my mom but then again if she found that I left unfinished school work behind she'll think I just did it for sympathy and attention since thats what she accused me of when my suicide attempt failed. Everyone is just being such a hypocritical selfish asshole to me and it makes me wish my attempt worked.

Okay, here goes... I'm doing this because its anonymous and I know you'll never see it but.... Anabelle, I love you. I love everything about you, and I promise you I mean EVERYTHING. The other day when I walked past you on the street my heart beat the fastest its ever beaten, that feeling did something nothing has ever done to me, it made me want to go to school, I wanted the weekend to be over just so I'd get to see you for like one second. I know we barely know each other, but I'm in so deep and I wish I was brave enough to talk to you, or even just smile or nod at you in the hallways... but no, fucking social anxiety.

My parents finally allowed me to go vegetarian. So like yayyy but of course there's another side to it. I have italian grandparents... so they're like super traditional and shit. I swear I've never seen them make a meal without meat. Anyway, my mum told them about me going vegetarian and my nonna's reply was "hopefully she still eats lasagne" like wtf? No!! And on top of it all, my mum says I have to eat her lasagne coz I'm "not old enough to not be relying on other people to cook for me". I'm sick of it.

Don't bother giving feedback to The ABC news Australia, ACMA and Press Council as they well continue to ignored your feedback especially as The ACMA and Press Council is run by the media for the media. As years later this time 24/5/26 The ABC is still acting like the Right Wing Media by lying claiming on the ABC website "everyone is talking about" when they know this claim is impossible to happen so why claim it, on ABC News claiming "we" all want Delta to win Eurovision 2026 etc etc etc etc etc etc

I want my ex back but I don’t know what she wants anymore and I’m confused and scared.

I THINK ALL FLIGHTS TO AFRICA AND WERE THE EBOLA VIRUS IS RIGHT NOW, STOP ALL FLIGHTS RIGHT NOW , THIS IS WERE CHINA WENT WRONG. WE DON'T WANT THEM HERE ANYWAY. IF THE FUEL CRISIS IS SO REAL STOP THEM GETTING AROUND, WE DON'T THEIR VIRUSES. THAT IS NOT RACIST , ITS REALISTIC AND ITS BEING ANTI-VIRUS AND SESNABLE , NOT RACIST.

Nsfw** A couple years ago I read accidentally read this bdsm comic online and it keeps haunting me. They artist was into some pretty heavy stuff and I feel so bad about the main character. Everything was consensual but he was genuinely suffering. Any tips on how to cope? Every once and a while a specific panel will manifest in my head (usually when im about to go to sleep) and my whole mood is ruined.

HERE ARE NOW A LOT OF TAROT AND EVIL READINGS ON TIK TOK THAT ARE ALL AI AND FAKE DOING EVIL , AND SAME WITH YOUTUBE, ALSO YOUTUBE PROMOTING AI SEX MOVIES NOW WHEN THE MARKET COULD BE SOMEWHERE ELSE. A LOT OF READERS ON YOUTUBE ARE SLOWLY ALL BEING REPLACED BY AI BOTS OR PROGRAMMED FACES TO LOOK REAL , YOU THINK ITS A REAL PERSON OR WOMAN OR MAN AND IT COULD BE ANYONE OR NO ONE JUST AI FAKE.

Like went shopping today because it was necessary. People act like apes in the wild. Like first of all why everybody ALWAYS in a hurry weekend or not? People act unbelievable. Thank God I made it home safe though. Like people want to act like there's only one of each item in the entire store so they wanna act like it's the Daytona 500 or some other race. Want you to stop for them but don't care if they get in your way. Who raised you people baboons? I bet they would have more civility. Geez. Absurd for sure. I mean I was never taught to act like that anyway. It's so doggish. What the parking lot going to fine you for your car sitting out there 5 minutes or something!? Utter nonsense. I've hurried enough in my life. No thank you to the rushing crap.

Im so fucking confused. I have a crush. On my best friend of 3. Years. And I hate myself for it. Like what did I do to deserve this?! Everything was fine! But of course, even when I try to push it down, it doesn’t work! But now I’m getting my hopes up! She won’t tell me her crush, and I haven’t even told ANYONE about mine, and of course she’s my best friend, the only person I can talk to about this shit, the first person i came out to, the first one to know I am having problems with my gender, EVERYTHING! I can’t go a day without thinking about her voice, her hands, her snarky attitude, and it sickens me! Im such an awful friend, but I’m trapped. Im like a bird in a locked cage, because I can’t talk to anyone about it. And I can’t tell her. Even if she’s bisexual, even if she drops hints I pretend to ignore, I’ll never be sure. Im fucking disgusting.

I saw him on the news tonight in his army uniform, standing straight and proud while the reporter talked about courage like it was stitched into his skin. Everyone else probably saw a hero. I saw the man who taught my body how to flinch. And somehow, even after everything, my first thought was still: God, he looks beautiful. I think that is the cruelest part of abuse. The love does not die when the bruises fade. It rots slowly inside you instead. Quietly. Patiently. Waiting for a photograph, a dream, a familiar voice to bring it back to life. Two years. Two entire years and I still belong to him in ways nobody can see. My body remembers him better than my mind does. It remembers the fear before the door even opened. It remembers the sound of his boots across the floorboards. It remembers how small I became around him, how obedience felt safer than speaking. Sometimes I hate myself for admitting this, but there are nights I miss the control so badly my chest aches

What a sad and lonely troll at Quick Rant, putting up only news links as their sources of information and name calling because they are weak and can't accept the truth like their claims about others are lies, there is more than news links as information, etc etc etc

Im a female, but I feel like I'm not qualified as one, since I was young I heard men around me say girls that look like me aren't girly enough, and I was too young and my mind took it as the truth, I'm half African half Arab, so men around me would say girls who have brown skin, curly hair "aren't real women", even tho ppl called me pretty alot, I suffered from severe gender dysphoria and I even would get very shocked everytime I see myself in the mirror and find out that I'm not a man not even close. Because what am I if I'm not a real woman, I'm 20 now n I still dunno how to feel about this, and I come from a religious family, but it's still confusing to me, I'm attracted to men, but I dunno how to bond w them, it feels like a mystery to me, how can girls easily do it? i deeply believe that men wouldn't even touch me n I'm literally daydreaming 24/7 about how my life would be as a man, maybe I could've been able to love and be loved, I just keep myself busy to not face this reality.

i dont mean this in a dramatic sense or anything but im tired man. im tired of holding myself up day after day struggling to have perfect psoture. always fixing my hair. sometimes losing it getting distracted and then having shit posture and always and i quote being called chud, loser, not wroth my time and only for my self presevation not yours i dont care about you. I hate my fat on my face even though im 13% body fat. I hate my fat so mcuh i wish it would go away. I hate my life i always try to be perect but theres always smth that I can be doing better. I just cant stop thinking 24/7 alwys thinking i just need rest im so so tired i hate this. I need somebody please I just want somebody to hug i dont evne know how to cry anymore please

I'm so stressed about my health. It's constant doctor's appointments, ruling in or out different chronic illnesses or autoimmune illnesses. I'm scared. Surgery is scary, having eleven different doctors all simultaneously working together to try to find what's wrong. My doctors are amazing, I'm just scared. I keep having seizures in my classes, and I've scared almost everyone in my classes since I've been diagnosed with other things that feel similar. It's hard to know what is what and when it will happen. I wake up from them to see my teachers have evacuated the class and the school trauma nurse, my vice principal, principal, and my teacher/s all staring at me with a MERT bag and Defib. I know they all try to comfort me, but it's hard to remember when they do. My coaches have kicked me out of my extracurriculars for being a liability. I want to feel as if I'm in control of my body, and I want to do the things I love. I want to be me again, not some sick teenager.