I will never accept my ugly appearance
Whenever I tell people that I want to get plastic surgeries they get all noooo ur so beautiful don’t believe what society says and they are actually lying through their teeth. It’s so easy to lecture about “inner beauty” or whatever bs when YOURE NOT THE ONE WHO HAS RO WAKE UP AND LOOK AT THIS FACE IN THE MIRROR EVERY MORNIGN. You’re not the one who has to wear this face everywhere you go, you’re not the one who’s being judged by it before you open your mouth and give anyone a chance to see this “inner beauty” you speak of. Like actually don’t piss me off and lie to me. It’s so easy to say whatever bullshit when you’re not the one going through life looking like some ugly hag and people treat you like a second class citizen for something you have no control over. Sucks.
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No backbone with my ex leads to my constant humiliation
I’m not really sure why this was his end goal to be honest. We broke up on his terms, I didn’t want to get back together after stewing about the breakup for months. I did love him but I felt like I couldn’t commit the same way. Not because I didn’t want to but because I was terrified he’d up and leave me again. I didn’t want the up and downs. And I certainly did not want an on and off again relationship. What did I get instead? A situationship! and I was in misery. I didn’t have the backbone to say no to him, in fact I could never deny him which looking back was so sad and pathetic. I was young and stupid. It was my first relationship, I had missed all the highschool milestones, which also meant all the heartbreak and growth.
Looking back on some of the conversations we’d have post coitus when we were still actively together, I really should’ve run for the hills. “Don’t worry I’m not using you, you’d definitely know if I was” as I’d sit on his bed smiling like an idiot thinking “oh he’ll never use me! Surely not lil ol’ me?!” So when all of a sudden he’s sending me straight home afterwards with not so much as a hug or a kiss goodbye I started to realize what was happening. Once the
My son hugged me goodbye and he smelled just like my dad. I cried so hard in the car on the way to work.
My dad passed away 6 years ago. I still miss him terribly. I was going out the door to work and got my goodbye hugs. It hurts in such a bittersweet way to smell my dad on my buddy. My oldest is a teenager now and I’m dealing with him moving out soon and feeling like I’m going to lose him to this harsh world somehow. That’s all just a weird feeling I had to scream into the void about.
I don't remember what my dad's voice sounds like.
What the title says.
I guess I should probably put a trigger warning here just in case, so TW: death, suicide, grief
Tldr/spoiler alert; my dad died, I can't remember his voice, and I miss him.
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My dad died suddenly, sometime before sunrise on what would have been his 45th birthday, when I was 16 years old.
Back then my mom woke up my sibling and I for school (I know we had alarm clocks but can't remember if we used them or not). It was normal for her to go to my room first (I'm older), then sibling's room, then do her morning routine. If she didn't hear us start getting going, she'd repeat her rounds. That morning though, she opened my door and came running into my room, shook me awake and said "op wake up I think your dad's dead!"
I don't remember how long it took me to process those words and assure myself it wasn't imagined or misheard or if I was even truly awake yet, but it was probably only a second or two. Minds are weird with time like that. I got to my parent's room down the hall and my mom wa
When's the last time you've had a genuine conversation?
Willing to listen, whoever you are and whatever you have to say!
I'm here if you want to talk to a stranger or voice your thoughts out to a void in general. I won't judge. Reach out, I'd like you to.
If you don't have to something to get off your mind, I can talk about anything from astronomy, philosophy to penguins practicing prostitution, Romans using urine as a mouthwash, dolphins getting high and why the office is better than modern familly (community tops though)
I just have time before I go to sleep and I like exploring people and why they think the way they do, so looking forward to talking to y'all!
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Stopped oversharing on social media and now people think something's wrong
I used to post everything. What I ate, where I went, random thoughts at 2am, the whole thing. Not necessarily for attention, just felt natural to share. But a few months ago I realized how exhausting it was to constantly think about how my life would look as a post.
So I stopped. Just quietly stopped posting. Didn't announce it or anything, just went silent.
Now people keep reaching out asking if I'm okay. "Haven't seen you post in a while, everything alright?" or "You've been so quiet lately, is something going on?" One person even messaged my sister asking if I was depressed.
The ironic part is my mental health actually got better after I stopped. I'm not constantly comparing my life to others, not refreshing to see who liked what, not crafting captions to sound interesting. I just exist without needing to document it for an audience.
But apparently silence on social media reads as crisis mode to everyone. Like if you're not performing your happiness online, you must be falling apart. I was just sitting at home last night playing some league between doing laundry and got three "checking in on you" texts.
I don't want to go back to oversharing just to prove I'm fine, but it's weir
Delivery driver made me smile
Okay so, I live in an apartment so we have a main gate to enter the premises for parking and stuff, once you go through the gate, you’ll fine a door which leads you to specific units and the postbox as well. We have about 4 huge gates for the series of apartments in the postcode so sometimes people get confused where to go.
I ordered a few things and I wrote in the description, “please please please leave the parcel in the post room as we’ve had our parcels stolen lately.” They would usually leave our parcels in the parking or post room but if it’s not in the post room, it gets stolen sometimes, we had it happen twice. I’ve never received the parcel at my door step.
Today though, they put it right on my doorstep, I live on the second floor and we don’t have a lift. The extra effort they made to not leave it even in the post room but get it straight to the door is very appreciated. Bless the person.
Am I crazy? I physically cannot sit still and read books visually and in silence
I have never been able to do that. It’s impossible for me to sit still and read a long book in complete silence without getting distracted by what’s going on around me. I’ve also never emotionally connected with books as words on a page never really sparked anything inside of me. I love listening to short stories, any story longer than like 30 minutes to an hour I start to get bored and feel like it drags along. I also really enjoy music, storytelling that’s short and gets the message across and emotionally connects with me. I get told all the time that I’m “lazy” or “crazy” for not reading books. I still don’t know. Am I crazy? Am I lazy? Or am I just different because I never ever emotionally connected with books.
How to earn 1 dollar
So, a lot of people have asked me how to earn $1. Well, it's very complicated, but I know how to do it. First, you have to buy the Statue of Liberty. Then, call a team of 50,000 workers to dismantle the statue, and pay for a Boeing 737 to transport you to China (in the meantime, pay for the largest exceptional freight in history, transporting it to China on an ocean liner).
Once you arrive in China, wait for your ocean liner to arrive with the dismantled statue and put it up for sale at a Chinese market for $1. Within minutes, someone in China will be interested in your offer and will buy the statue. You take the dollar and go home.
I hope I've helped someone who needed help earn $1!
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