All Rants

OH YEAH ITS MY FAULT IM BOTHERED BY GETTING YOUR SEX CLOTHES. STFUUUUUUUU. I DONT WANNA TOUCH WHERE YOUR POSAY HAS BEEN. FUCK YOU

STOP FUCKING TEAMING ASSHOLES. NOONE LIKES YOU, YOU ARE POOR AND YOU PROBABLY GET ABUSED

You know what? I don’t care anymore. I’m fucking using names and praying no one shares this online and gets me in trouble but I need the world to stop thinking this guys was so good. (This is gonna sound like that fuckass walter white confession tape) I’m Adelaide LaForge, “daughter” of Joshua Andrew LaForge from Wisconsin. My dad died of a heart attack in July of 2023. He was a police officer. He abused me and my family, but also acted very kind and sweet sometimes. My mother told me she wanted to leave with us (my brothers and I) but he would take out the car battery and shit like that. They were likely going to get a divorce before he died. He was caring and sweet, yes, but he was also angry and abusive. I need people to believe me. Go look him up, and read how such a “good father” he was and how my mom tried to hide all the bad from the world with only the good things he did. I don’t want people to think he was a hero anymore. Sure, he did good things, but he was still awful.

No one takes my eating disorder seriously and it really sucks I’m not skinny but I am still struggling.

I hate that I have so many bad memories of a toxic place I was at. Try to explain it to fam they don't get it. They were never in such an awful place like I was. What's probably one of the worst things and I say one, there's a bazillion, 2 people from there passed away and all I have is bad memories of them hardly anything good to say about them. Sure they had value as a human being, but they also did me dirty and were shitty to me. Thats just scratching the surface. I try to talk about it with fam it goes in ear out the other or its like I'm talking to a wall. I should have never ever been at that place to begin with. Only because my late ex uncle encouraged me to. Had no idea the toxicity of it was nearly every person was hostile mean sarcastic using manipulative childish and alot were super lazy. The list goes on. It was a hellhole. So glad I'm not there now but it's just idk.

It's been going on for years. Again and again and again. I try so hard to be hopeful. To be kind to others. To be better than those who have wronged me and others in my life. And I've been waiting for something more. I know the world is suffering around me and others suffer around me too. But I feel like I'm just a person or an object in a sea of things that matter more. I've been told many times to get over it but it seems almost impossible. Sometimes it gets so hard to be awake that I just want to sleep forever. I know I can never say this to anyone I know because they wouldn't care. And why should they? They all have more important things to worry about then one single person. Its not like I've ever mattered in the long run and if I ever did it was to satisfy and fix others problems. Its probably the only saving purpose I have to wake up to in the morning. Sometimes I imagine what life would have been like if I wasn't born and sometimes I imagine everyone being happier.

I’m at rock bottom. The past few years i’ve had to deal with my child’s cancer and discovering my (ex) husband was a monster who had been abusing my girls . I’m drowning financially trying to hold everything together with no support at all. I can’t talk about things publicly due to ongoing police case so can’t even ask for help. Working 24/7 and can’t make the bills. Just want it all to be over. I’ve lost hope.

please could i have advice? i feel so desperate wanting to talk to my friends ALL the time because all day i have no one to talk to and i want someone to actually understand me. i try to distract myself with hobbies but i can't even share them with my friends because i'm too nervous to say anything first. i've just noticed i have been really islolated all my life, to the point where my only close connections are my parents. i don't think all my numerous friends really understand me. or they just don't care to find out. help.dudlsnfkskdhkds

I love my friends and I know they're always there for me but I can't bring the emotional energy to talk to them. I know my mom loves me but how can I talk to her I can't get the enrgy

I hate how annoying my brother is its the middle of class and he's talking to his friends and playing and stuff now I may have been rude yelling at him to actually learn and do his work and stop using a voice thingy to type but do you know how long I keep hearing him repeat the same thing over and over because it didn't get in the text box? it's annoying even with him joking with his friends he's 9 in 5th grade and cant spell. he still plays around in class how am I supposed to get honer roll if I'm stuck hearing all his talking about dumb shit idk I'm sorry I was being mean and I didn't realize I just had to let it out to him tell him he's being dumb ..... I'm sorry

i dont want to be strong anymore, i want to be happy and free

I feel urges to relapse so bad it’s genuinely driving me insane. All my scars are healing but i hate it

Hi, so I'm here telling someone about something that I can't manage to say to anybody. well not even my family, friends or even my partner. I always feel lost, like I've become a child again then just got lost while having a trip. I just found myself here, curled up in the corner of a dark room with no one beside me. I kept telling myself that it's alright to be alone even if there's no one to talk to, but now here I am sharing how I really feel. Who knows how heavy I am carrying right now right? The reason why I'm sharing this way is because I have a strange mind-set, where I feel like I'm a burden to every body who'll here my problem. I always think that "what if they have a bigger problem that I do?" or something like "what if they think of me as a weakling?" something like that. That's why I'm sharing in this kind of website so that only selected people who are interested in listening to others story can read my side. Your advice will be appreciated.

It really annoys me where I'm always the one who has to compromise on what I want based on what someone else says. Why can't I just want what I want and I'm not willing to compromise with someone else? And I'm always being made to be the bad guy or the unreasonable one because it's like, no, I don't want your thing. You can do whatever you want. It's not my problem. But I don't want your thing and I don't have to compromise on what I want. Every single time it's always the same thing. I say I want one thing, but I'm always being told that no, it's not good enough. You have to do this. I'm like, fuck you. It's my thing. It's just pisses me off. And quite frankly, I fucking hate working like this. Seriously. I really hate the idea that every time I want things to be a particular way, but I'm the one who's at fault here. For my thing! Not even for someone else, but just for me!

I’m very depressed. I suffer with hypersexuality and self harm. I have social anxiety and am struggling with specifically 19 different phobias. I have attempted suicide many times and I feel like it’s just not getting better and that it’s just getting worse.

From #17639 I genuinely maladaptive day dream about getting adopted by new parents instead of the ones I have They can never take me and my older brother seriously. It feels like they don't care about us either and we argue with our parents about it a lot We are poor too not to mention we live in a apartment with my uncle and Grandma we only have 2 rooms. And I have to sleep in the living room Please.... I just want a better family and a life I just want cps to take me away from this horrible family

I realised using my body to get attention from you was a horrible thing. All it does is give you a temporary dopamine hit and that’s it. I was stuck in that loop. I feel miserable even thinking about it

I feel disgusted doing all of that to a complete stranger. I was so hurt and emotionally starved that I started to show off my body. I feel disgusted even thinking about it.

I hope everything I shared remains private. I was not myself, and I regret doing all of that. I feel embarrassed even thinking about it. Maybe I was trying to seek attention from you, and I crossed a lot of boundaries. That is not me. I don’t do that with anyone, and I deeply regret it.

You fools living in social media. Getting their fixes from people’s fake life’s and posting for a nanosecond of attention. Nobody really cares about your life.