Why do people at work secretly think leadership teams know more than they're saying? Everyone is just faking it until they make it. It's not this secret club that has the all the answers. They're just figuring out the same we all are. It's just so frustrating as we just take so much time to all bitch and complain that they're not telling us something, but you can just ask your manager. I don't know why people don't just ask their manager to answer these questions. They think group think will be the answer, but instead it just becomes a bitch fest. There are actual work things to solve, and I can guarantee if we need to be told that we will be told. My company just offers so many opportunities yet everyone is complaining so much. I'm so sick of it. I've been here for years and just wonder if time to switch to new job even though the market sucks.
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I’m dead to my old friend. At one point we were so close, but then my mom wouldn’t let me text her anymore cause I was always on my device. The last thing I said was I was going on a flight. A year later was allowed to chat again. And my fault I started talking like normal, I tried apologizing. I’m not good with social cues. I messed up. She no longer wants to talk to me. It’s been 4 years and recently I was playing an old game we used to play together, today she joined me. With another friend, of course the selfish awkward person I am, I pretend I’m afk. They said stuff that actually made me feel bad. I know I’m not a good person, I know I can’t help anyone, or apologize correctly. Like right now I’m just stupidly ranting for something that’s not even dramatic. But it’s just got to me, the loneliness, I have no friends. Nobody sees me as someone important in their lives. I get ignored in school, when I volunteer, everywhere. And I can’t stop hating myself. I’m a coward to hurt myself.
Hello, I’m in my early twenties and I’m at university. I’d like to write here about the hell that is my life; I don’t even know how I’m still alive, when I’m in mental pain every day and find myself in unbearable suffering. The problem, at the moment, is at university, but I’ve always had a very complicated life. No, I’ve never had financial problems and I come from a well-off family, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy. The problem now is at uni – there are these brilliant people who are top of their class and recognised by the lecturers, whereas I’ve got none of that. I feel envious, because I just want to be like them. As I’m not like them, I’m always excluded from conversations in a very natural way, which bothers me a lot. I have a brilliant friend, but I notice he talks much more to others like him than to me. Then there’s a teacher who’s a bit of a bitch and humiliates me in front of them. It’s an emotional pain that’s lasted for years, and I refuse to accept that I’m not top of the class. I hate my life; I wish I didn’t have to
i dont know what im going to do anymore i dont want to live but im too scared of dying, im cowardly and too scared to go through with any of my plans but i know realistically it would be so much easier i have no local friends and cant seem to make any. im too awkward, unfunny, i try to work on myself and push myself the best i can but its not enough and never will be. i on;y have my two cats. i miss talking to people and i miss touching people but it disgusts and unnerves me and makes me sick i cant reach out and therapy is too expensive i cant find a better job i have tried and everyone is sick or dying or old and i cant stop that i want the same effort to be put into me as i put into them. i think most importantly i want to be loved and i want it reciprocated back i want to be understood but it will never happen. i will keep going but it wont be happy. i will continue to try and do my best but i am so tired. i just want to go home
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my boyfriend broke up with me and i feel so lost. ik its not food to rely on ppl but he was rlly all i had. he said it was temporary and were trying to stay friends but i cant act normal when im so heartbroken. its been a month since it happened and i dont think its gotten any easier. i feel like my heart was ripped out of me. im losing hope that well get back together and it hurts so bad. ik theres bigger problems in the world but idk everything just sucks
About a month ago, I was pulling out from a parking lot with my dad. I’m still practicing driving. There was a miscommunication and I pulled out and nearly hit someone on a motorcycle. Since then., I can’t stop thinking about it. No one was hurt but the guilt is eating at me. The fact I could have hurt or killed that person hurts nearly as bad. I didn’t know them. They could have had kids, people who depend on them. Even if they didn’t it would still be just as bad. My dad and I both admitted it was equally are fault for the miscommunication. He seems to be over it, but I’m not. I’m terrified to get on the road. I’m terrified of driving because I realize how quickly I could end mine of someone else’s life. The weight of responsibility is so much. I get that I’m still learning but it’s still terrifying to think that if I hadn’t been quick enough to react, and that the motorcyclist hadn’t swerved that he could have died.
I always thought I'd grow up to be a traveller and man of the world like Don Quixote. Instead, I'm pretty much a basement dweller, swimming in post punk music and obscure indie like Red House Painters in my room, snorting depth like Lindsey Lohan snorted lines of coke. Feeling so much sorrow with only writing as an outlet, but every piece feels that it lacks my own soul. I'm too ashamed to confront the imaginary audience that laughs at me whenever I try to share what isn't mine with others, I never wanted to wear a mask. I think there's always something to do and something to innovate, something to learn and something beyond seeing to see when I have an ounce of passion in my body; I feel I can be aware, though I still can't. I just end up babbling over what can't be explained, pouring down into something idle and ridiculous.
I lost the taste, distorted into metal in my mouth. I know there's a room, a bridge connecting sense and the madness of atoms with the Greeks in their clothing and the cleanliness of blood in animals; I just don't feel it anymore. So much is artificial, so much is an arm's length away from me. I know there's a room that doesn't negate the world, nor exists in only fairytales, I just don't have the taste. There's so much more than my boredom.
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I try to lose weight. I'm above average weight for my age, I want to care for myself yet they still feed me. I don't want it. Then they complain when I eat, then they complain when I don't. What do you want from me?. I don't understand what they want from ME. I try to care for myself, I starve myself, I try to shower and brush my teeth daily but still. They call me fat and lazy. I'm a disgusting slob. But I try to change. I try change but they don't allow me to. I'll always be the person known as the lazy fucking slob. I'll ALWAYS BE KNOWN FOR THAT BECAUSE THEY REFUSE TO SEE THE NEW ME. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them.
everytime i jerk off i think of my ex and it makes me feel disgusting and cry from what she did to me. and then i fall into this pit of depression and feel so sick i want to throw up but cant. i cant just exist anymore and i feel bad because i feel like im broken and im overreacting. but its her fault. its HER fault.
my dad is such a fucking bum. im home with him for the summer after coming home from my first year at uni. i miss living alone. i miss him not being around. he's always been verbally and emotionally abusive, he always touches my shit, he goes into my room without asking and when im not home, he uses my car when he has his own truck, he only gives a fuck about himself. i want to explore with rage but its just coming out as tears because i genuinely fucking hate living here. i spoke with a therapist recently and she reccomended an escape plan in case things got bad but i feel like its overdramatic bc i should be fine. but i genuinely am suffering from so so so much stress just being home, ive been getting sick, feeling physically and mentally ill, its all too much. i hate this house, i hate this family, i hate my dad. i feel helpless and jealous of people with loving fathers or people who can live alone. i want to explore with rage. instead, im paralyzed. i cant even fight with him. FUCK
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I write so many things on here but it doesn’t matter. I can’t see people’s feedback if there even is any because I have to do this on a private browser. So sometimes I wonder if I should even bother. If I should even pour out my soul here when it doesn’t do anything. If I should just board it all up as usual. If I’m just a waste of space.
I miss my ex, he probably will not come back. When he was sad, he did in fact come back, now I’m here, stuck with the shit he left me, all the memories, all the worries, with a miserable chance he will actually come back. I hate him, but God if I love that boy. And I hate myself for this.
My life is just shit. I have friends though, so that’s great! But only two or three know I’m trans and care about it and use my preferred name and pronouns but they don’t know how to help me with the shit that’s been done to me. My bio mom left when I was a baby and I got adopted by my grandparents who I just call mom and dad, I was close with my older sister (technically my bio aunt but I call her my sis) and recently I found out she was grooming me. I even came out to her and only her cause my parents are homophobic and transphobic. I got forcefully outed by my brother who snooped in my mc account. Back to my sister tho, she told me about a bunch of inappropriate stuff, lied about her husband raping her and told me what anal sex is-…. I’m a minor, and I was already reading smut fanfics at 10 years old so I’m now hypersexual and it all sucks and I just can’t do this shit. I also can’t leave my friends tho so I’m STUCK in this FLESH VESSEL
i am 18 years old and i have no life. i go to school go to work, go to church and that's about it. i have two friends (who i appreciate so much) but they also have their lives and their other friends so most of the time if it's not online with them, i don't have anyone to talk or hang out with. ever since covid i've been struggling to make human connections/ socializing. i feel depressed i feel sad i feel like i don't have a purpose on this earth. i don't understand why i feel like a burden like this everyday. my life is not bad. i have a loving family and a stable ground. i like having my own time (being alone) but i hate being lonely, and everyday i feel lonely, even with my two friends i feel lonely. and also seeing other 18 y/o having a life enjoying life is making me feel like i'm just rotting away, like a waste of air. i just want to feel like i am someone. i want to live not only exist.
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I found ts guy online, flirted with him for fun nd initially, he ws just surprised nd flustered but soon he started flirting back. Then we started chatting in another app, got close, sent each other pics, voice messages nd called. It's been 4 months nd we're madly in love. So after reading this, u must be thinking. Alr, what's wrong with this? Looks like a healthy cute relationship right? I'm 15. He's 19 nd he doesn't know that I'm 15. I lied to him and said that I was 18. Initially, I thought like "Oh this wouldn't go anywhere" nd I flirted for fun. But now, it's actually serious. I should leave. But there's this part of me which is holding me back. I love him a lot. Ion have the heart to leave even though most of me feels guilty and knows that I should leave. Sure maybe if he was toxic or a bad bf to me, then I would have a reason to leave but that's the thing. HES THE PERFECT BF TO ME. Ion wnna break his heart. I hate myself. I wish i could go to bck to the past. Im sorry. 😢
I want to die but my friends make it so hard to do so. I miss everything, events, birthdays, say sorry, just so they'll get sick of me. But they don't. They never get sick, instead they forgive me. But I don't want forgiveness anymore, I want to die.