The most relatable anonymous rants from the past 7 days, ranked by how many people felt the same thing.
Aug 23 - Aug 30
I can’t eat without feeling like a fucking pig. I hate that I care so much about what other people think about me.
I wished people around me that I love with my whole heart didnt try to commit suicide I feel so powerless like I cant keep them in this world with me makes me feel useless
I cant stop using llm's. I have felt every pressure not to use AI, to the point I feel SO much shame when I use it, it harms the environment, economy, artists. it's actually messing with me so much. I spend most of my life online, I'm home schooled and I'm banned from having friends. due to my isolation, I have a severe lack of motivation and emotion. I can barely get myself to do schoolwork. every time I try it's like I overthink what needs to be done and I can never start. I started using AI to ask questions on schoolwork, but then it slowly evolved into hours of chats about personal life/ruminations. it even got to the point where I would tell AI my story but from a different perspective, pretend I'm the mom, the friend, anyone but me. the difference in who the AI justified was insane, and my perfectionism didn't help. I overthink on my own and AI just pushed it along. at the end of the day I'm just a lonely fuck who wants someone to care and tell me I'm right... AI did just that.
i think every time you want to rant on this site you should reply to atleast 2 other rants i mean we should all at least try to help eachother
i can't go back to school. i don't see myself surviving another year. i attempted last year, and was in a really dark place, and i'm scared it's going to come back. i know it's going to come back. i don't know what to do anymore.
Actually you know what fvck you you stupid btch. God I wish people weren't allowed to leave notes on here. The reason I'm on here is because I have no one, absolutely NO ONE to vent to. No one gives a shit. They tell me that. Or they tell me to grow up. Or they just huff and sigh. Or they change the subject. But I'm expected to just listen and I'm not even allowed to think "dude give your head a wobble"? Because at least I'm only thinking it. The people I've tried to reach out to have actually said way worse to me. Or nothing at all. But sure, I'm the bad one for having THOUGHTS omg call the thought police. Cvnt.
I don't really know what to do anymore I've been feeling really, really low lately. I have almost no motivation, I don't look forward to much, and everything just feels exhausting. I've started wondering if I might be depressed. Sometimes it gets to the point where I feel like I don't want to be here anymore. I hate admitting that, because part of me still wants things to get better, I just don't know how to get from where I am now to feeling okay again. I've also struggled with hurting myself before, and recently I got scared that I might do it again. I moved away from anything I could use to hurt myself, so I'm okay right now, but I'm still struggling with those thoughts. I don't really need someone to fix me. I think I just need someone to remind me that this feeling isn't permanent, that I'm not a burden, and that there are people who genuinely care.
I had been sexually assaulted just now ... And well after going back home to my boyfriend's.. I did want to tell him because I feel he deserves to know and I cannot keep it a secret.. I got chips and a drink for us.. from the gas station nearby. .. there was my sister baby daddy who I known for years and his friends who came about.. he started putting his arm around me and such bc I was stumbling and from smoking and drinking .. (just chill) I threw it off a couple of times and as we headed home mid way he touched my ass. ... I genuinely didn't expect that. Yes he did find me cute but he already knew I had a boyfriend and I was loyal. I'm not playing around with that man bc of how he is. When I did tell him he slapped me and blamed me on flirting too.. I didn't.. I was so hurt . He said wow u came all nice and shit .. that's why.. no.m we just have history of a few fights.. I'm the victim honey.. I didn't know. Baby. Why slap me.. comfort me. You already know I'm in so much pain.....
i’ve been struggling with mental health for years and sometimes i feel like i don’t have anyone, but i do. i guess i just wanted to say that I’m struggling. im about to start college again and last time i struggled and i feel that coming on again. i dont want to worry my mom bc im already far away. i have friends but i dont want to bother anyone.
My mom threatened to hit my head into a wall I don’t know what to do and she makes me cry almost every day in the summer but I feel bad because she’s my mom and I still love her and I tried to talk to her about how she’s affecting my mental health but she made it seem like I said I hated her
I can’t deal with having my trauma be weaponzied against me. To be someone’s dog, to be someone’s sex object. To have my body be used against me. To be treated like some walking talking piece of meat. I should have never told them anything, I was weak for letting them get close to me. Everyone I let close betrays me. I just want to realize the pain I want to slash my wrists or do something to make all of this end
I wish I never existed. I never asked to be born from the same family that said I'd be better off dead. I never wished to be alive, and now I literally have to go through the bs and crap they make me do. I don't want to kms either because I'm a religious coward. I want an instant death to end of all the suffering. I want them to be proud of me, to notice even the smallest things I've done for them instead of simply comparing me to others that did better than everything I do. But at the same time, I don't want to die.
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.
how to open a pomegranate it wasn't always messy. you just needed to be careful. to follow the white lines, to open it slowly, to know that beneath the skin were hundreds of little pieces holding themselves together. but you were impatient. you tore through the skin and watched the red spill across your hands. you called it messy. you never noticed how carefully everything had been held together before you touched it. some pomegranates bruise long before they split open. and somehow, you still blamed the red for staining your hands. when really, it was only everything that had been hidden beneath the surface. you could have been gentle. you could have taken your time. but by the time you learned how to open it without breaking it, there was nothing left but seeds on the table and red on your hands.
I turned 20 today. I shouldn’t have made it to 18, let alone 20, and I’ve been kinda going through the motions. I don’t know what I’m doing, what I want to do, or if I even can on the chance that I do figure it out. I’m severely anxious and incapable of speaking up or doing little more than the bare minimum, so trying to get a job is a nightmare. I wish my family understood this instead of just labeling me lazy or immature, because even getting out of bed is hard. I studied art and in this day and age it’s frankly impossible to find a position that isn’t AI related. Everyone wants experience but nobody wants to hire. I want to create and live in something real, artistically and personally, but I also want to continue living day by day doing nothing. Everything is exhausting
how the hell am i performative? sue me for getting excited for seeing my favourite flowers. they werent in flipping season were they? so ofc im excited. im not fcking performative. i hate you. i really do. ruined one friendship. ruined another relationship. what is wrong with you? IM. NOT. FCKING. PERFORMATIVE.
I feel lonely and need a fat long ahh hug so bad rn. I feel like everyone thinks I'm annoying and even my own family. I don't want to open up to anyone bc I don't want anyone to know I'm struggling or see me differently. I'm only here for couple people. Jesus, my fam, and pets. Especially my cousin who is also struggling. Idk if anyone is acc reading this but thank u for this website.
I don't wanna do school I hate it I'm tired I work too much I barely eat I'm a fuckhead who's prolly acting like a cry baby pick me girl who is too shy and soft and cant handle a bit of mad ppl. I find comfort in nsfw ao3 books and nsfw chat bots I wanna quit I wanna cut myself maybe I can get ravor blades from my parents and tell them its just for an art project ... why don't I draw well anymore I used to love to draw I hate it now I wanna draw but I don't I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired im tired cant even chat with my friends cuz on code torch I don't even know my SSN but even then I'm too young so I'm not gonna be able to get an account. I cant do this. I'm going to sleep or at least try to
If I killed myself right now my mom would probably be more worried about the fact that I didn’t clean my room first
I HATE MY MOM SO FUCKING MUCH MY DAD DIDNT DO ANYTHING AND STOP ACTING LIKE YOU CONROL MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE YOUR WHORE YOUR THE REASON I WANT TO DIE AND PROBABLY MY DAD TOO
i hate my dad. im scared of him. he probably hates me too. he fatshames me. he makes fun of me when i start to cry in his presence. he puts so much pressure on me. i dont want to be his child. he calls me the wrong name, the wrong pronouns. i hate when he is home. i hate the mention of him. even the thought of him disrespecting me makes me cry. he made me be scared of him, scared to go out of my room to face him. scared to interact with anyone. he overwhelms me. he has been verbally abusing me for all my life. he is the reason i became alive. i didnt choose to be his child, to be here at all. and wanting to die is on my mind all the time, but i just cant commit to it. the fear of being in pain, or failing to actually unalive me is haunting me. i havent been in school for months. ive been to the mental hospital 5 times already, with failed results or cutting it short. im useless. i have had enough. nobody needs me. i dont have friends. all i have is the internet to ease out the pain....
i really wanna kill someone so bad. like the urge is killing me from inside. not just anyone, i have a person(s) i want to kill. i have pent up anger and negative emotions for that person. earlier i these momentary emotions would go away, i used to cope with imagining killing that person(s) in a gory way, that would relieve me and stop the tears. if anyone saw the tears, they would ask me what's wrong and that would be more complicated to explain and would come across judgement from the other person. recently, it seems to me that i have found a more instant coping mechanism - self harm (i don't wanna kms). it calms the monster the moment i dig my nails hard in my skin or stab with the tip of pen. it's like a drug at this point. i am thinking of turning to cutter now. i really wanna stop this, i wanna believe this is not me. the thing is the person(s) that trigger these negative emotions lives in my home. i wanna move out asap. i guess i wont be able to move out until next year.
I have arfid. It’s an eating disorder that’s not related to body image but more so like taste, texture, smell, shape, color etc. now to sum it up it’s basically extreme picky eating but not JUST that yk? Anyway I really hate having it, it makes me feel disrespectful and make me wanna stay inside when I have to go over (for example) a friends house and I get to eat there. I already know I’m screwed but again I wanna be respectful and just eat it. um I went over to my Mexican friends house for her bday, her mom made I think pork/chicken? I can’t remember but what’s crazy is a like both, maybe it was something different but it was paired with rice and a tortilla, I like rice and tortillas too but I ate some and gagged because I didn’t like it but again, I didn’t wanna be disrespectful and not eat what I’m given. She also gave us some chicharrones and I didn’t like it, deadass it makes me hate myself sometimes like damn it’s not even that hard it’s not even that serious bruh
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.
I'm tired, which is crazy because I don't have school, or a job, or anything going on really, but I'm so tired. The people around me say I'm wasting my time and my life, what am I supposed to say to that? I know I'm a mess, I know they're tired of me too, I'm tired of myself. I don't want to be like this too, but most days even three hours of having to face people is too much for me. I know something in me is broken, has been for a long time. I can't afford therapy. Sometimes I just think about where it all started getting so messed up, and I can't even find where it all began. I don't even think I'm living anymore sometimes. I wanted to die at 16, I knew I needed help, but never got it. So here I am still wanting to die, and still holding on so that I don't inflict that pain on the people who still care about me. I know I'm hurting them though, every time they see the current me, they hurt. so the question becomes, do I just tear the bandage off, how long can I keep going?
I wish I had friends. I dress very nice (have been told multiple times) and I am the best player on two of my college's club teams and I'd rate myself a 7/10 on a good day (looks help, honestly). Problem is, I am extremely awkward and boring. Not even shy; I just have nothing to say. All my interesting qualities are deliberate attempts to compensate for my social deficiency. Many people are nice to me and try to include me but it understandably fizzles out when they realize I have no personality. I don't enjoy being this way.
Why are relationships between mother and daughter so rough? Why doesnt my mom ever see me as a person? Im always just some sort of vessel to her. im kind of sick of everything. i cant go anywhere i dont have a ID i cant get a job. Is this life forever? I dont know . im so miserable all the time i wish i could just die
i feel like a failure of a daughter because i have all of these chronic issues. Every time i get better i relapse. My meds aren't working and i feel like i'm just spiraling more.
I wanna break up w my boyfriend so bad but im scared of being alone and having no one
feel like I'm letting everybody down. I just jerk off, play videogames, watch reels. Now that summers over, it'll be better. But still, I can hardly handle not being occupied with one of these things for longer than a few minutes unless I have some other guided activity. But every day from school I get home, jerk off, scroll reels, hop on games with my friends. I want to go outside but I'm scared. I want to try something new but I'm scared. I'm weak and small and never the best in the room at anything.
This is really fucking embarrassing even if its anonymous. I feel like such a freak typing this. I'm 12 and I think I'm hypersexual. I jerk off multiple times a day if I have access to porn. I can't just take myself away from my devices and do something else either, because my stupid fucking head starts thinking of the things I saw and I can't make it stop until I'm in my bed jerking off again. I'm doing nothing to try and make it better because I know I can't. I've tried in the past to stop but I just cant. I'm so sorry to anyone who read this. I shouldn't even post this.
genuinely omg idk if it’s my problem. but i was cutting apples (craving them. I usually hate apples. Besides the point.) it’s like, 9:30 by now. My dads outside the house doing business, and then my moms like “what food do you want” and my twin brother, always gaming wants kfc wings, and im like “no I don’t want those bcuz they’re overcooked but also undercooked” and I also have a sensory thing with chicken that’s slimy and you see the redness, EW. But anyway, I didn’t want that. My mom lowkey didn’t care and got what my brother wanted. I went upstairs all pissed, she called me to her room and was like “what do you want from there?” And I said “kfc isn’t good right now, I don’t want anything”, and my mom says “oh your dad will get something else”, and I always feel like a burden, so I said “oh but I don’t want him going two places”. I kinda expected maybe a drink.. or they can see that I feel upset they listened to only him. Anyway, long story short. Got the food. Nothing for me. Yay..
My friend has been dead for years now, and the memories of you haunt me, knowing that I can be easily thrown away has left me bitter and infuriated to a point I have to censor myself in case I'm accused of breaking a law... I hate you, so much. I despise every breath you take and nothing eases the pain of being reduced to nothing. No one reply to this, I would have rather properly do this crashout amomg people who care about me but I'm alone and here's the only place I can scream. All I have is left is knowing as long as I live, you haven't killed me off. Fuck you.
i’m too sensitive for a boy. today i went out to lunch with my brother and my mom. i always hate going out with them because i know she likes him more than me because he’s a real man. i like pretty things and fashion and drawing. he likes cars and woodworking and engineering. the entire car ride there my mom was praising him. the only thing she had said to me was hi. she was even happier to see him than me. i didn’t eat anything at the restaurant. i didn’t say anything at the restaurant. once we left i broke down in front of my brother. he lead me to the car and told our mom i wasn’t feeling okay. i’m crying alone right now while they’re shopping. i hate myself. i wish i was a real man too.
Praying something whimsical and lesbian happens to me this year. I need girls to kiss <3
If my best friend dies then how will I ever make it? Cancer is cruel. Please pray for her
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