It's disheartening and disturbing that there is a SUCH a lack of empathy in current day society. What happened to kindness and helping others out? I don't know if it's due to the social isolation that GenZ experienced during their developmental years (because of COVID), or whether it's because times have changed but I feel as though there is such a lack of human decency from GenZ, as a member myself. I strongly believe that COVID and the such high exposure to the internet and anonymity that it provides has made so many individuals bystanders to either situations online or in person. If somethings wrong SAY SOMETHING. Who cares if you're going against what the crowd is doing??? DO THE RIGHT THING and PUSH & ADVOCATE for it. I'm sick and tired of hearing children getting hurt either by others or themselves because nobody did anything to prevent it. Bullying has been out of control. I truly wish there was less of a desire from both my generation and people in general to be liked from the public. If we didn't as much, there would be more people stepping up and calling either for help or for attention when issues arise. Please, I urge you all, if you haven't already, to start thinking independently and critically. Think about what is right or wrong, argue ethics. Stop waiting for someone else to do something when YOU can.

I'm also sick and tired of the tremendous amount of people who always complain and never do. Seriously, if you have enough time to sit around and complain, DO SOMETHING to support/help! There are so many ways, either active or passive, to push for what you believe should be done/is right.

I wish I didn't feel so alone in this fight for bringing back the unity that humanity once had.

it is INSANE how common this is among native english speakers! honorable mentions: they’re vs their vs there and breath vs breathe. this is first grade shit 😫 why and when did being dumb become so acceptable?

I'm currently in my 5th year in my undergrad, and I went to my cousins house tonight to bug them for a bit. My aunt knows that I'm in school for music, but I guess didn't know what the degree title was specifically. While having dinner she asked what my degree was, so I told her Bachelor of Arts Honours. She then following up with 'then what's your thesis?'. I don't have to write a thesis, it's considered an honours degree since I'm specializing in music and its not considered a 'general degree'. She then said it 'isn't an honours degree, then', and that it was a liberal arts degree. I'm in performing arts, so it can be categorized as a liberal arts discipline, but it's still an honours degree. Also, I've been in school for my degree for 5 years now and switched to my BAH 4 years ago, I'm pretty sure I know what I'm taking and it's classification. She just didn't want to be wrong and it got on my nerves 😭

I dared to enjoy two cookies today so now I basically have to have half of dinner. Why is everything so fucking calorie dense 😭
And theres like no low cal options in my town and I'm sick of buying fresh veggies that rot within one day. Also veggies are not filling at all. I hate dieting. I work on my feet 9 hours a day and try to exercise and yet I'm still consistently gaining weight.
Just wanted to bitch. I feel better now.

I just saw an ad for $200 pajamas. 😭 I don't care if they were made out of golden ferret feet skin, what the actual heckwad has this world come to.

My team is small, and we have a singular forklift for 5 people to handle e-commerce orders and large bulks for Bezos and Walton (I'm not sure if specific company names are allowed on here.)

I'm gonna try to keep this somewhat quick, but I've been fighting for roughly 6 months on the safety and effectiveness of this machine. I've had everything in writing the entire time. The issues with it, the fact that it very rarely even turns on, I've explained in writing the dead hours that have been spent sitting restarting this thing to no avail.

Recently, a tech came out to look at it again and the document is a bit shocking. It FINALLY was confirmed in writing that the machine is unsafe and needs to be sent out for further repair, if reparable at all. This was last week.

We have two main players here, Manager (M), and CEO (C). I've been telling M since April that this machine is at the end of its life, because I know replacements can take time and money. He claims he's been speaking to C the entire time about it.

So nothing has worked up to this point, M is still expecting us to try and do our jobs with this dead machine. Yesterday I texted him to ask, "When will you and C be here in person so I can discuss with him myself how severe this now EMERGENCY situation is?"

I also explained, if we can't load trucks, we have no profit. Can't pull items down, we can't label them for Bezos or Walton or whatever. The only thing that seems to have worked was essentially asking when I can inform Daddy of M's negligence.

I think yesterday was the first C heard of the dead lift at all, because suddenly M went from "rentals are expensive and take months" to, "rental will be here Monday".

He just didn't want me talking to his boss...

And suddenly a new replacement machine will be to our warehouse in 3 weeks.

Did he just think this entire time I've been being dramatic or hyperbolic? I'm still absolutely planning on continuing to be very loud about this issue, because it's both a safety and productivity issue. Sigh.

Editing in: I fully intend, also, to speak with C regardless, even if it's something as subtle as "I appreciate you handling the rental situation for us, I know it's been a long while and a frustrating situation". I'm fully anticipating a response like "it's been a while?" So then I can explain that yes, this issue has actually been written about via email for multiple months, with all communications regarding it seemingly ignored, or shifted to in person where the discussion can't be proven as having taken place

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I don't even know what else to do at this point. I'm just tired.

I graduated back in June with a B.S. in Computer Networking. For years, finishing school felt like the light at the end of the tunnel. I've spent nearly a decade grinding through dead-end, low-paying jobs just trying to survive, telling myself that once I had the degree, I’d finally be able to build a real career and stop stressing about every single dollar.

Instead, I've spent the last four months shouting into a void.

I’ve applied to practically everything with a screen attached to it—entry-level IT, basic help desk, technical support, paid internships, whatever gets me in the door. I’ve rewritten my résumé until words don't look real anymore. I’ve gone to career fairs, tweaked cover letters, sent LinkedIn messages, and followed every piece of standard advice out there.

Almost all of it ends in an automated rejection email or dead silence.

What really stings is watching life happen around me. My brother and his wife moved in with us recently and both landed great, high-paying jobs right away. Don't get me wrong—I love them and I’m glad they’re doing well. But sitting in the same house, watching someone else easily cross the finish line while you're breaking your back just to stay at the starting line, messes with your head. It makes you feel broken, like there's some secret everyone else knows that you missed.

People keep telling me, *"You just graduated, be patient."* But this isn't just about the last four months. It’s about ten years of scraping by, betting everything on this degree, and realizing I’m sitting in the exact same spot financially that I was before. I don't want to get rich quick. I literally just want an entry-level job that pays enough for me to breathe and afford an apartment of my own.

Please don't tell me to tailor my keywords or follow up after three days. I’m doing all of that.

For anyone who’s been stuck in this ditch: how did you keep from losing your mind? Did it actually get better, or are we all just faking it? Right now, it feels like I'm running toward a future that doesn't actually exist.

Gotta vent about this today. I used to drive 1000+ miles for work every month in Massachusetts, USA so I have seen a lot of driver behavior. I now reside in the Denver metro in Colorado. Both are bad with phone use but Denver seems much worse and it is driving me nuts!

Get off your phone. You risk your l!fe or someone else’s. There is NO safe amount of handheld use. Your tiktoks, tweets, instagram reels, texts can ALL wait. If it really cannot wait, pull over with your hazards on, or find a safe place to park.

Today I ended up honking at a driver who was listing back and forth in his lane, speeding up then slowing down, weaving in lanes, etc. and I could see he was using his cell phone, looking down and up again. This guy had the gall to brake check me then flip me off. Buddy, you are risking your own l!fe and the l!ves of everyone around you. Get off your phone. There is no excuse.

Whew, rant over. I just don’t understand it. Who on earth truly believes it’s safe? It’s been well-known to be danger0us since I was a child, and I’m almost 30.

If you’re reading this and you regularly use your phone while you drive, you know better. Stop it. I refuse to be nice about it, if it hurts feelings then good! Keep your eyes on the road and arrive al!ve!

Note: some words are censored because reddit filters keep taking this down, and I can only guess that some of the words are why.

Yesterday I just experienced one of the most inappropriate scenarios at work. I'm doing an internship at this company, like 200+ employees so I get new reactions to my height every day.

I had to get some documentation from an admin office, first comment is a guy exclaiming how tall I am, I just reply with the usual "I don't know myself". Next thing he asks (and I'm not even joking) me to take off my pants so they could see if I'm tall "both ways". He spoke in french (i barely understand), so I didn't know but as usual I just laugh cus they also laughed. I only noticed something was off when the lady in room said something like "wait let me get out of the room first" (again in french).

Another dude walks in, he's tall (maybe like 6'0"), and the others are like "you see your boss?", they laugh and all, then "pants could be struggling to carry those".... Again I just laugh cus I still don't really understand what they're saying.

Just then one of the workers says to them I don't know french, that's why I'm being quite despite everything they're saying. Regardless, what could I have said lol, I'm only a 20yo intern and they're like 50yo OG workers there.

Just earlier that same day, after missing breakfast at another office, one of the workers there said something like "geez, you're talll (said "long" on french so I assume), and then "I'm sure your thing down there I big too".... All in french but I understood because somehow he decided to make the actions with his hands very clear. I again just laughed so they thought I didn't understand what they said. A very weird worker, comes and tap my shoulder saying "you didn't hear what he said? He said you're so tall, your thing down there is probably long too..."

Wow, I never thought I'd experience this sorta stuffs in my life, especially from MEN. worst of all, they're all wrong

Early this year, I took a massive pay cut so I would not lose my job. Was promised a bonus structure to help make up the cut, but that was almost non-existent.

I do 10 hours overtime a week to make ends meet. I don't want to, but I have to.

Today we got told to limit overtime to below 5 hours/ week and then at our benefits meeting was told that our health insurance is going up by at least $40/ per paycheck.

I am so scared right now. I am already late on some of my bills and had to cut down on groceries and expenses. I don't know how I'm going to do this.

Pretty self explanatory. I work at Walmart. Walmart has a 5 point attendance policy regarding callouts. I had 4 points, but was supposed to have another one fall off at the beginning of next month. And then I got sick. I don’t really want to explain the root cause of me feeling ill because it’s kinda personal, but long story short, I feel like butt. Intense cold symptoms followed by nausea and not being able to sleep. I called out of work earlier this week, had a day off, and then called out for today and tomorrow. I filed a claim to see if I can get my absences excused, but I’ve never used their claims system before and I’m not sure if it’ll get approved. I did go to urgent care and I’m also seeing my PCP tomorrow, so hopefully that’ll vouch for me. But I know if my claim isn’t approved, I’m probably going to get fired because this will bring me up to 8 points.

I’m just pissed because instead of resting and getting better I’m sitting here worried about my job that I don’t really like but can’t afford to lose and frantically applying to jobs on Indeed in the event that I lose my job. And my birthday is on Saturday, and I’ll probably still be sick. Fml

hii guys i’m 21F and im very lonely ive lost alot of things since i was 16 and i find it very hard to let go of. I come from a financially unstable family my parents moved a lot to be able to afford a good life for me and my sister.

I feel horrible being sad even though they sacrificed so much for me and i feel selfish. I missed out on a lot of parties, my graduations and had to leave friends behind and i was temporary always. Theres so much happening in this world and im here in my room sad over stupid stuff. I also have a loving bf who might be growing sick of me and i don’t blame him i cry alot im always sad everything is a huge thing for me, my small loses make me miserable i also got horribly back stabbed from my only friend group 2 years ago and till now i cant stop thinking about times they hated my guts and i never noticed.

Im trying to recover from an ed i hate my body and my face and my voice its like i blame myself for everything i think if i was someone else this wouldn’t happen to me maybe i was cursed im already a shame for my family so i dont know if i would even risk getting therapy because that would be like admitting that im made wrong.

I’m sitting here, wondering what to do, what I didn’t do, why I didn’t do it, and how much it’s going to take to not have it be this way. I’m wondering about other people who get to go home and not be subconsciously worrying about whether or not they tried hard enough today, and what they did in their lives to end up in a position where they’re able to do that. It might be stupid or selfish to think that way but right now it’s how it feels. I don’t get a break. My mind doesn’t stop. And it’s really mean to me. Even when I want nothing more than it to be peaceful inside my head on days where I have nothing to worry about, it’s there. The things that I enjoy on my time off have a decent chance of getting ruined by my lack of control? Effort? I literally don’t even know what to call it. I’m on my 4th or 5th therapist at this point, medicated, and it’s been the same every time. Honestly, I feel like I’m too scared to tell them how bad it really is, how it has been for a long time. I’m too scared to tell anyone. I like the things in my life that I like, and I despise the things that I don’t. I don’t want the things that I like to change, and I’m scared that if I were to be 100% real with somebody, they would change. And I would probably leave them worried. It’s also kind of embarrassing or shameful. I like to pride myself with looking back at how hard I’ve tried on certain things, and then i think about the apprehension and lack of openness I’ve shown to all of my doctors and the people that I care about. almost feels like i’m just going through the motions. I don’t want to upset anybody more than I already have.

The outbursts that happen to me are from an extended time period of these things existing and inevitably growing in my head. They might seem specific in this big paragraph, but they affect every single thing that I do. I mentioned my subconscious before, and I swear that it’s been working overtime, uncontrollably, for all the wrong reasons. It builds up, since I’m too scared to be real with anybody, and it shows itself in a way that I’m purely ashamed of. I don’t like the way that I address certain things, I recognize it, but I still feel helpless in the sense that I can’t do anything about it in the moment because something in my head literally won’t let me. I know how I come off. I know that it’s been getting worse. And I literally hate it. I don’t want to be mean, I don’t want to be unapproachable, and it makes me feel extremely guilty. The guilt. The fucking guilt kills me. I don’t understand it most of the time but it has a profound effect on the way that I am. This is undoubtedly one of the reasons I’m so hard on myself, because it feels like I need to make it up somehow. But I can’t even specifically identify what it is I need to make it up and to who. Generally, there’s a bunch of stuff from my past that I still feel guilty about. I can identify that. But at this point I feel bad for everybody in my life in one way or another. Whether it be my parents for doing literal god’s work to try and make sure I’m ok, or someone at work that I gave the cold shoulder to. It eats away at me.

I just want to add in how much I appreciate my parents. If I think about it too much it will make me cry. They have gone so above and beyond in making sure I end up ok for so long. I appreciate the opportunities, I appreciate everything that’s been literally handed to me, and I appreciate them trying as hard as they can even when I wasn’t making good decisions or being the best son for them. I did a lot of things that they never deserved and that gets to me really bad. There were times I absolutely should have tried harder out of respect for them and I can definitely see that at my current self. I will never ever ever ever forget what they’ve done for me.

I’ve been isolating myself for so long that it feels like routine or a necessity at this point. I’m so tired of not being able to be social. It effects me so much, adds into the guilt and shame of not being able to handle something that’s so normal for everyone else. I absolutely do not feel the same as everybody. I honestly have no idea how to describe it and it probably sounds so cliche but it’s true, theres something that’s part of me that separates me from everyone else. Not in a good way. It’s like I can’t have the same conversations as everybody else, I can’t have the same sense of humor, it makes me very uncomfortable. That alone makes me upset. I want to be able to feel like I’m not being awkward, I want to feel like I dont smell like shit, I want to feel like the other person enjoys my presence, but in reality I separate myself as fast as I can, and go far out of my way to avoid being in an interaction that may end in me wondering why I’m like that, as well as what the other people are now thinking about me. And it doesn’t go away. It lingers in my head, I uncontrollably will think about it so badly that I have a physical reaction, whether that be like a face tick, me getting nauseous, losing my focus or momentum for the day. It is shameful.

I have a wife now. A wife that I care about and have cared about for a large portion of my life at this point. I love her :(. It feels like no matter what I do I still end up making her upset. I want to be on the same page as her I want to have the same short term goals and priorities while we work up to our long term ones. I want a long happy relationship with this woman. I don’t ever plan on leaving her but I don’t want the way I am to cut things short in one way or another. I dont want anything getting in the way of what we have. I don’t want to forget things I don’t want to misinterpret anything I don’t want to make her upset but it feels like all of my effort gets used elsewhere. It’s not that I’m intentionally not hearing her its not that I’m not trying its not that I’m going out of my way to do things that make her life harder. I desperately want to make her life easier. And I don’t know how to. It feels terrible and I hate having these situations where both of us are upset and we don’t know what to do, don’t know why it happened, and don’t know what to say to each other. It feels absolutely terrible, and is yet another thing that effects me deeply, and will for longer than it should.

I made my best friend move up here from Florida. Made is a strong word, but I definitely pressured him. He’s been here working with me for a few months now and as much as I love it, its another source of guilt. Work has been absolutely brutal, he’s been struggling with not only learning a new product, but also managing learning a entirely new complicated product while being flat rate, a fucking terrible parts department, and the least amount of well-paying work that I’ve seen in my career. As you can maybe assume from reading this far, that stuff gets to me too, and makes me come off a certain way that I do not want to in a bad, embarrassing, shameful way. I love this kid, I really want nothing more than to be his best friend that isn’t a piece of shit. He doesn’t deserve someone not being very easy to get along with sometimes, especially when that person was part of the reason they moved their entire life. Not only is this something that happens at work but its also something that happens when we’re spending time together outside of work. Im too irritable. Too irritable to even enjoy fishing with my best friend. Line gets tangled, stuff gets snagged, knots let go, whatever. None of it is really a big deal. But I let it get to me way too much. I really don’t want to ruin the relationship I have with him, I value it more than most others.

My dog dude. My fuckin dog. I feel so bad for my dog. He’s just a puppy and I’m too hard on him. This is something that I can actively think about and identify. This is something that I want to change on a daily basis. I think we give him an okay life, we love him so much, we send him to daycare we try to do everything he needs but I feel like were kinda letting him down. He’s such a sweetheart , its really hard to write this. I want him to live the life my dogs did while I grew up. I want him to be happy, healthy, and not realize how good he’s got it. Big yard, out in the house while were gone, more freedom for him. I get too frustrated. The things he repeatedly does, that aren’t even really that bad, get to me to the point where I’m cold and essentially just mean to him. I don’t want to be mean to my dog dude. It makes me so upset but I don’t know what to do to fix it with how things are right now. I don’t want to leave him or let him down anymore.

And to make all of this kinda wrap together. This is what is going through my head, essentially every day, whether I recognize it or not. it adds into the small normal everyday annoyances and makes them so much harder to deal with. Quite frankly this is probably only scratching the surface, there’s absolutely no way im able to come up with everything off the top of my head. It all has its place in why I feel the way I do, on top of whatever fucked up brain chemistry I’ve been diagnosed to have. Sorry everyone. I’m trying. I don’t want that to turn into “I tried”, and it scares the fuck out of me, but I would be lying if I said that it doesn’t cross my mind. THAT. Is something I’ve somehow been able to keep to myself for literally like 10-12 years. I tried telling my mom once when I was like 15 or something but it was a stupid scenario and she just thought I was overreacting to something stupid. I don’t blame her. I’m dramatic.

I’m genuinely so so so so so fuckin sorry :(

i want to be a better man.

this was supposed to just be for me to look back at when i need to but i want it to be heard somehow

To be honest I never felt like I belonged with people that I belonged in this world. Just being here as time goes on makes me feel like I’m not supposed to be here. I feel as though I live on a different plane than other people while the others are on the other side. I try to reach happiness there but it is out of my reach causing me pain. I am meant to be in this plane I’m in do not belong in the other so I must find happiness here but struggle to find it. I wander this world with my soul a loner feeling out of place. With other people I could only be a guest but never truly have a home of my own. I spent so much time staring at the other plane I neglected to realize my own existence. I’m just not normal, time to close the curtain and focus on what’s actually there. Will I find happiness here? I have no idea after all I shouldn’t be in this world in the first place. Still I might as well try and find it to make the time I spend in life until death more bearable.

-20f

Not sure how many can relate, I hope no one goes through it. I have been feeling kinda depressed for the last few months, and I could never share it to anybody because no matter how I try to bring up the conversation, they start bringing up their experience.

I tried being vulnerable once, and it felt so good. But I am not allowed to be vulnerable anymore. I keep my guard up all the time. It has been up for so long that I am afraid what if it comes down and I go to a darker place?

I came home after a very long time hoping to meet my school friends, I kinda expected everyone will invite me. Sadly, no one invited me and whenever I opened Instagram I see others posting stories with their friends and I see my school friends enjoying and roaming around.

It’s been 10 days I came to my hometown and I haven’t went out even for a single day other than buying cigarettes and thats it. No one to drink with, nothing.

I stay alone and I feel lonely because there’s no one to talk to. At least during festivals, I hoped that it will be fun and exciting. I was wrong. Looking everyone being beautifully dressed and couples holding hands and them enjoying with their family and friends, it made me feel jealous. I don’t wish ill for anyone, but I wish I was a part of it too.

I am gonna return to where I work in 2 days, and I won’t be having anyone waiting for me.

So this took place around 6 years ago.

I don’t understand people who don’t allow you to grow outside of what they knew or perceived you to be years ago. Especially people who haven’t spoken to you or kept up with you in years. 

I was not a perfect teenager. Was I a bully? No, I was heavily bullied. However, I acknowledge that as a teenager, I was not easy to be around due to having an undiagnosed mental illness at the time that was not being treated, as well as trauma that I needed to work through. I was very up and down emotionally and had some attention-seeking behavior. I have since seen a therapist and am much happier with the person that I am today. 

So anyways, I grew up going to school with a girl we are going to call Gale. Gale and I weren’t particularly close growing up; we’d talk to each other at school, but that was really about it. I never had any issues with her, but I never really considered her a friend. She was nice to me, but we just had different interests and groups of friends, which is fine. We lived in a very small town where all the kids know each other at school. 

So I moved ot a different town and started at a different high school going into my sophomore year and never spoke to Gale throughout the rest of high school and my college years. I had one brief interaction (before this event) with her at a gas station, where I had an embarrassing moment in front of her, but that was about it. 

Anyways, Gale started working at the Walmart in the town I moved to. I saw her there frequently whenever I was shopping there when I was home from college. I’d smile at her, but that was about it. Time went by; I didn’t see Gale working at that Walmart anymore, and I ended up applying because I needed a job. I got the job at Walmart, and everything is fine and dandy. 

One day, I’m at work at the cash register, and I notice Gale talking to one of my coworkers. Fine, cool; she used to work with him. I didn’t think anything of it. 

Later that day, I’m in the break room on my lunch break, and the coworker Gale was talking to comes and joins me at the table I’m sitting at. He starts asking me, “Do you know Gale?” 

I responded, “Yeah, we went to the same schools growing up.”

He then started to explain to me that he wasn’t trying to start any issues or upset me, but thought that I should know that Gale was telling him and another coworker some really bad things about me from middle school. About how attention-seeking I was, how nobody liked me, and other things. 

While I was hurt by this, I was glad my coworker told me. I don’t think he was lying because he said some things that he couldn’t have possibly known unless she told him. But I was also confused. I hadn’t had an actual conversation with Gale in about 5 years. Why did she feel so comfortable talking badly about me to a coworker? Why did she feel comfortable talking badly about me after not speaking to me in years? 

Personally, I don’t care what my beef is with another person; I would never go into their place of employment and start bad-mouthing them. Especially if I hadn’t spoken to them in years. 

While in those five years I had never reached out to Gale to see what she had been up to, she had never done the same to me. She didn’t know all the therapy I went through after I moved to a different high school and then also in college. She didn’t know that I had undiagnosed mental illness in high school. She didn’t know or see the growth I have had. Hell, Gale had some not-so-great moments in middle school either. But I choose to believe she has grown since then.

Maybe it’s just me, but I try to believe that people can change since the last time I was around them, especially if it has been years. I’m not going told against someone how they acted while going through middle school. I think we all know that middle school and puberty sucked. Not all of us were shining stars.

I know that I don’t have to prove to anyone that I have changed. But to bad mouth me at my place of employment? I mean I know it was Walmart, but seriously?

I see this online a lot too of people getting mad at a celebrity for something they said as a teenager. Are we as human beings not allowed to grow? Are we forced to be stuck in a certain spot that someone else wants us to be in?

so my flatmate keeps cooking in the kitchen from like 12:00pm at night sometimes till 2am like he is currently lol and my room is right next to the kitchen so I can hear literally everything. the walls are really thin and even if they're humming I can hear it, and it's starting to get on my nerves but I don't know whether to do anything about it or speak to them as they're leaving the flat soon anyway..

You ever bite into an apple that feels like it’s going to be the crunchiest apple ever only to be met with the texture of frozen apple sauce. It ruins the experience and makes me viscerally uncomfortable. This just happened and no one in my home is awake. Man I fucking hate grainy apples. I don’t judge if you enjoy these types of apples I’m sure there are people who do.

I used to teach at our local high school, 20 years ago. It didn't end well, mostly because I worked myself to death and tried to do too much -- stressed myself out, lost sleep, got behind, couldn't catch up with what the job really needed. I didn't have help or support from the admin, and I only lasted 2 years. It was the loneliest time of my life.

We should have moved out of the district after that. Now, years later, my son is a senior there and I hate, HATE going to that school for his events, which thankfully are relatively rare because he's not super involved in things that parents attend (he does clubs, but not performing arts or sports.) It's a good school. His teachers are good. Better than I was 20 years ago, for sure. And, to be sure, the schools he went to when he was younger also did a good job, even through COVID.

But I can't wait for him to be done with the year. In 7 months I'll never have to hear from this school again about anything. No daily emails, no Sunday robocalls with updates, no fundraisers, no invites to events. Done.

I am Deaf and have both learnt ASL and I also use hearing aids and speak fluent English as well as being semi fluent in others. So the argument that doctors make that ASL prevents communication, learning and other things is incorrect, you can have just as fulfilling of a life even if the only language you speak is ASL.

I believe that the parents and doctors should work together to make the best decision for their child, and if that's learning oral language with hearing devices that's great! I have nothing against hearing devices, my hearing aids help me a lot in my life as I am surrounded by people who speak oral languages everyday, it is totally a valid option, my problem is that they completely either ignore ASL or other sign languages as an option or try to scare the parents by saying it will somehow ruin their child, which is absolutely not true

If anything, allowing a child to be surrounded by a language they can understand without struggling and being around people who also have hearing loss can build community for a child, while in mainstream, Deaf children often have to struggle in school because of lack of accommodations, get bullied, have social isolation etc. Ofc a Deaf child can thrive in mainstream, I have lovely friends and accommodating teachers, but I've also experienced the bad things a lot of Deaf children go through as well in mainstream.

I’m so so so done with my health. For years I’ve complained about my tiredness, my headaches. Feeling just so defeated when it comes to my health. For years I have been feeling like this and I was finally diagnosed with Hashimotos a few months back which im grateful for. But everyone just blamed it on not eating healthy, not drinking enough water, etc. and I know those are things you obviously need to do to be healthy. I’m still dealing with these stupid migraines. Thankfully the hashimotos is treatable. But I’ve had these migraines since I was a little girl. I drove 2 hours to see my neurologist and what did she tell me “Make sure you’re eating healthy, drinking lots of water, and getting a good night sleep” I’ve gone gluten free, grass fed meat, no GMO or MSG. Everyone else that I know of my life has no problem getting the help they need. “Oh you have a migraine? Here’s a preventative” but when I have one I’m just handed a device called Nerivio. I don’t understand how everyone around me gets the help they need instantly and I have to wait for months or when I do get in, they tell me it’s because I’m not drinking enough or I’m eating bad food. I had an ultrasound done on my thyroid back in April and I haven’t heard back about the nodule on my thyroid yet. It’s been 6 months. I know doctors are busy, but I am so tired of feeling sick all the time. I just want to feel better.

I dated a girl a couple of years back. I know I don't miss her, I miss the way she made me feel. I miss the memories and how I felt during that time. I truly feel like she was my first true love. Because of her situation we didn't work out. We tried to rekindle a few times but it never worked for various reasons. Never anything having to do with our compatibility tho. She's gorgeous, but she's changed and she's well within her right to change wether I think the change is bad or not.

I don't know why but I cannot for the life of me get over her.. she had a boyfriend and I know it's wrong of me but I can't help to think "seriously.. THAT guy??". And he treats her amazingly from what I've heard and I'm haply for her but I guess a little jealous too? I would never go back to her but I can't get over that feeling we had..

I'm dating someone new. And I love him, he's amazing. But I know he will never make me feel the same way she did.. no one has ever been able to make me feel the same way she did.. and for some reason I feel.. guilty? Guilty that he doesn't make me feel like that.

I had to unfollow the girl on instagram. I saw a new post of hers and she seemed really happy.. and I'm happy for her. But our memories are too fond and for that I cannot keep her around.

PRETEXT: the very bottom will be my main issue, this body paragraph is to just understand my situation
And I’m sorry this is so long, I just needed to write this out somewhere, I’m not feeling well right now so this might not be EVERYTHING but it’s everything I’m thinking about right now

(18m) Still in high school and I feel that with how I’m living, being this sad feels entitled(I’m not sure how to properly articulate what I mean). To preface I live with well enough off parents who are willing to help pay for college, pay for part of my insurance, and be supportive. And I feel that because of that feeling sad doesn’t seem right.
Throughout my time in school I have been through a few sports(baseball, golf, archery, a little basketball), yet I came to despise each one of them because I didn’t like the prospect of competing that much, I just wanted to play for fun. So one by one I moved through each sport, my parents were very supportive throughout, and when I quit each, I’m not entirely sure how they felt, but they still supported and loved me.
So I needed a hobby because sports always felt like I had to give it my all for a potential future in it, and I experimented with many types of arts, crafts, etc. and yet I found myself never satisfied with my progress in any kind of art, until I found music.
It truly feels like music has taken over my life over the course of my time in high school, I love listening to an entire artists discography to understand their psyche, I spend free time studying music, and practicing any instrument I have. I’ve played guitar for 4 years, bass for 3, piano for 1, and drums for less than a year so far. I am completely and entirely self taught and spend as much free time as I can muster playing music.

I feel as though my parents feel the same way of me playing music as they did when I quit each sport. It genuinely hurts me to say “they don’t understand me” but I feel as though when I finally found a hobby and thing to commit everything to they just feel “meh” about it. It feels this exact way with my friends as well, I have never practiced a single song with any of my friends with THEIR instruments which barely get played. I have good friends, yet when the opportunity comes to hang out or play online, I have an overwhelming urge to not and just play or listen to more music on my own, I don’t know why I feel so insistent on self imposing loneliness, but I just rely on music to feel good.
In short, I feel as though I have been scrambling for a long time for something I can commit to, to love doing, yet when I found it, I’m lonely and feeling this lonely hurts and I don’t want to talk to anyone else about it because it feels selfish to impose this weight on someone else I know.