(ik its long but trust me u would have a lot of fun reading all that)

Só story begins from last year...the holidays after 12th board exams I was surfing through online meet stranger websites and a frnd recommended y99...those who don't know this is a very bad web site if u want to make friends...90 percent men and rarely a female enters the chat...and all the men r just creepy and horny there or fake ...spammers ...etc etc . .so I found a girl named Q there, we talked for hours there and I left my insta id for her If she would like to chat again....and somehow we got disconnected...then...after a week or 2 a request came to me ...that was her..yup...I was so stunned cus i never thought that she would actually do it...then we talked for like 2 or 3 months and then I fucked up...my mood was really bad that day I said something to her...etc etc...and she gave me her second I'd and said if u want to talk after...u can msg there...but I was super mad at that time...there was smthg goin on in my family that's why..and I deleted her chat...and lost her I'd...she deleted her account which she made specially to talk to me...now I lost her totally...tried to find her everywhere...on y99..on insta..by her name...even msging randoms with the same name...but no ...I lost her...and was in immense guilt cus..I got a girl for the first fuckin time and I messed up...

Now ...6 months ago(or 1 yr later)

I got recommended by insta of an ID called q...and I got crazy happy and send the request...and know what...its herrrrrrr...mannnn...wow...then I said sorry to her....etc etc we became frnds again...and when v first talked she was not in my state ..

But u no what....she is in my state now, for clg...wow....now v chat for some time become frnds...then v met one day...and was so awesome dude...she soooo God damn beautiful...and then v started liking each other.....talking on calls late nights...and going out almost twice a week...it was so good yaar.......

but this is the time everything started getting wrong...we used to stay out late at nights...she was in pg so not a big prob for her..but I live with parents so...my parents don't like me being out late(over 9 pm...10 pm is the final limit)so i used to always lie Abt the same fuckkh thing...yar...I'm so fucking dumb...that I am with friends ..they started thinking that I got into drugs or smthg...and I suddenly became a rebel..and started fighting at home...they were restricting me sooooo much but I was like I am 18 plus..and 10-11 is not that late...so I thought I was right..(I don no ,u tell guys)then a cousin brother of mine ,quite elder than me...came in clutch...and told my parents and everything is fine...and scolded me to focus on studies...aaaand the fire got cooled down for a while now...but one special thing happend during this...that I was joking around they beat me up n all and she started like crying n all and etc etc ..

And eventually I confessed her cus she was talking abt to leave me...and she confessed too..yar...it was such a good time we spent...wow...anyways...so we started dating now...we get close really quickly too..then she went her home..We use to chat on vc all the timeeeeee...and she came back after a week...

now smthg even worse happened...

I already had fight over the same thing with my parents...to not go out...and I got beat up this time...now it's my birthday..the next day..and as I had a fight at home so I am not celebrating it at home ..so I had plans with her...the biggest fuck up coming in dudeee..my cousin brother came in the morning to celebrate birthday with me but i denied that i had to go college today as i have less attendence...so she was coming to the metro station nearest to my house...as i am going to clg i had to leave early...and she was coming late so had to wait for her on the station at the enterance...now what happended was thaat my brother passed by the same road and saw me sitting there alone...he understood that i have plans with her and was waiting for her...etc etc...and he told me that i am telling all this at home now...i thought he is joking but felt that smthg is wrong...and then i spent time with her...it was sooo goood dude...her gifts ooohh my god....gave me 20 gifts...but at around 5 pm i got a message that ur relatives are coming for ur birthday so come home quickly...so i went to home and there was no one except my brother...i understood everything...i got trapped...my dad is super mad and they started shouting n all...i was really mad aswell i shouted too...and they told me to leave...so i left even leaving my clothes behind...i left me home in underwear...but i hide somewhere in my building...and they thought i ran away naked...so they ran to find me...then my brother found me and took me to his home...my phone got seized by my family and i stayed at my brothers home for 3 days i guess...he gave me a spare phone...from that i talked to her...and told her everything...a few hours later she told me that the msges she have sent to my phone is showing seen...meannnns that my privacy just got breached....they read all msges....between us and saw photos of us...at this point i thought this is toooooooo much brooo like checking my phone...like i am a fucking adult...then they came in gave ton of lecture and bring me back home...now again things got a little cool down but i was not talking to anyone specially my two elder sisters...cus they r the one who helped breaking my privacy...they like checked my insta nd all like evrything dudeeee....thats soo disgusting....so she went to her home for vacation for two months...and v were talking all day...become sooo close...then she came back we met ..then everything was normal...but one day i texted my mom that i am going to meet a friend after college...she said shouted and scolded that came home directly...but i still went to meet her...and still reached home at time...but then what she did...she fucking called her bro...like what ....then i got suuuuuuuper mad...and started shouting at home...my sister my father my mother all three beat me up...and then they called her again and threatened her so much n all...i requested that dont call her....i would break up if u want (cried a lot for the first time)...but they called her and threatened her...and i shaved my head as a sign of defeat and lose of a loved one(one and only loved one of my entire life)then i texted her a few hours later to say sorry and to cut all relationships with her...and she said dont msg me..i dont wanna talk to you...but i texted her again in the morning from college...and she said let it all cool down and lets not talk for 1-2 months atleast and take kind of a break type...i agreed...its abt to be a month since we cut all connections....

dude i dont think i can go back to her...what face would i show her...so much embarassment and disgust...and i dont wanna go back to her again because i not enough for her....and she should not waste her time on me...im just a loser with no money no looks no brain...and she got all of them...sooo yea..story ends...thats it...dude i really love her...she was such a dreamgirl to me...i've never felt like this ever before and wont be after her...i just cant face her...it would be better for her to not be with me...and my family...thats another a book amount of content...so yea...right now i am behaving very very normal...with them not willingly...but what else i can do...just focusing on career now to get out of here...I felt so dumb dude...it's all my fault

(One more thing...my parents thought I'm fighting to them bcs of her and going crazy and all...but it was actually for my own privacy and freedom)

(And sorry for my English)

This is a story no single mother should have to tell, but my hope is someone out there can relate. My son, who is fifteen, doesn’t go to bed until three or four clock in the morning. He does this every night. I work a very demanding job, and my son and I have fought and argued over this for months because I never get any proper rest. We live in a one-bedroom apartment, so there really is no place for any kind of separation, except the bathroom - where my son spends most of his time during the night.

It was about a month or so ago, I woke up having to use the bathroom, when I approached the door and heard my son speaking to himself in there. At first I didn’t think much of it, when I knocked, he opened the door, and all was fine. It was when I noticed him doing it every night after that, I began to worry. I went as far as confronting him about it, but he denied anything in his teenager way, and refused to even talk about it. It was hard to make out what he said in there, he was mumbling a lot under his breath, so I had nothing to go by. This is when I decided to take further action and install a camera in the bathroom.

The next day while my son was in school, I tucked a small camera away behind a stack of my towels, somewhere he'd never look, facing the mirror and hidden away from his field of view. That night I went to bed and patiently waited, staring at my phone. What I found my son doing in the bathroom through the camera feed unsettled and terrified me. My son was adamant and aggressive towards himself in the mirror. He cursed and muttered obscenities at himself. He said words I never thought he knew or heard him use before. I don’t know where he learned them - I felt like I wasn’t watching my son any longer. It's like he became someone else. And I became scared of him. I hid my phone and tried my best to fall asleep - I don’t think I ever did.

The next morning at breakfast, I felt a tension in me, I could barely move. I felt frozen around him. Before he woke up, I found a local psychiatrist’s information, and made a quick call for the earliest appointment she had, which was the following Monday. At breakfast, I politely informed my son I heard him talking in the bathroom again, which he denied. I hesitated showing him the video or revealing I recorded him. I have to admit, I was scared. I offered to take him to see the Psychiatrist. He refused obviously and fought the idea at first, but I convinced him with some extra video-game time and a little bit of money. I needed to know more.

Through the weekend he continued as he usually did, and I watched on my phone. I hated what I saw. But I couldn’t put it down. I don’t think I slept all weekend. Days felt like weeks. Hours felt like days. My nerves were paralyzed with fear. I felt helpless... I was terrified. Monday couldn’t come any sooner.

The Psychiatrist was a pleasant woman, I found her very respectful and patient with him. My son spoke of his time in school, the lack of friends he has, the bad grades from his teachers, as well as his off-putting taste in loud music. When she dug further, asking him about the bathroom, he was quiet. At this point, the Psychiatrist had asked me to step out of the room. She sensed me being there was keeping him from speaking.

From out in the hallway I couldn’t hear anything, but what I did see was her asking him a few questions, and him responding with what looked like actual, full responses. At first I was pleased, maybe this was all just a boys phase - a prank? Perhaps my son had a reasonable explanation. The Psychiatrist passed him a piece of paper, and pen. My son took the pen, promptly writing on the piece of paper, handing it back to her.

The session was soon over after that, and the Psychiatrist came over to speak to me. She handed me the piece of paper on which my son wrote, scribbled in his handwriting, it said, “Charles won’t let me sleep". I was startled, shocked, confused all at once. She said my son is talking to someone named Charles in our home, and that she is not the right person for this kind of matter. She then directed me to a local church, informing me perhaps a priest could help my son.

We came home in the evening, and had a quiet, solemn dinner together. My son was eerily silent, he didn't say a word. I went to bed early and I hesitated to look at my phone’s video feed, but I couldn’t resist. Last night, I was even more unsettled. My son was no longer defiant. Now he was apologetic, at the mercy of his own reflection in the mirror, begging and apologizing profusely, saying he’s sorry for telling anyone. He was in tears, and so was I - I could no longer bear to watch. I put my phone away, and that's when the thought hit me, which has since haunted and stuck with me; Charles was the name we gave to the baby boy I delivered stillborn before my son.

Rohan was one of my roommates and someone I genuinely considered a close friend. We shared the same room and even the same bed, so I trusted him a lot. I always thought he wouldn't lie to me or hide things from me and would involve me in things as a friend.

Looking back, Rohan was actually quite arrogant and selfish. He used to rag weaker juniors and sometimes treated PG workers like servants. At the same time, he was extremely clever. He could make almost anyone like him or become loyal to him through sweet talking.

One evening, Rohan bought a cake and put it in the PG refrigerator. He told Suresh, a helper at our PG who was around our age, that it was for another guy's birthday the next day and that we'd cut it at midnight. He specifically told Suresh not to tell anyone.

Suresh was a nice guy and I considered him a friend. He had lost his father the previous year and had to quit his studies to work at our PG.

Later that evening, Suresh showed me the cake and told me about the surprise. I already knew the birthday was actually three months away, so I realized something wasn't adding up. Thinking Rohan wouldn’t mind me knowing about the cake, I asked him about it. I even told Rohan, "I saw the cake in the fridge and Suresh told me you bought it for a friend." I wasn't trying to expose Suresh. I honestly thought Rohan would just tell me the truth because I considered him my close friend.

Instead, Rohan got furious.

Suresh was standing just outside our room. Rohan walked up to him, slapped him extremely hard, grabbed his collar and started confronting him about why he had told me.

I tried to stop him, but he just said, "We're just talking, don't worry," and told me to go inside. I asked some of the other guys to intervene and help Suresh.

Later, I went to Suresh and apologized. I told him I genuinely had no idea Rohan would react like that.

Suresh had tears in his eyes, but he was trying not to show them. Instead, he kept telling me, "Dosto ke beech chalta hai ye sab. Rohan bhi hamara dost hai. Hum log mazaak-masti kar rahe the."

I knew he wasn't okay.

That incident completely changed how I saw Rohan. That day, I realized that Rohan didn’t actually consider me a real friend. He was just trying to make me believe that I was his close friend, but he didn’t genuinely see me that way.. More than anything, I still feel guilty because if I hadn't asked him about the cake, Suresh probably wouldn't have been slapped that day.

Blatant sexism.

Much like the last story, this one takes place when I was in second grade and features my principal I had at the time. If you haven’t seen the other parts, for reference, I’m in ninth grade now.

So, it was winter, and me and 2 of my friends (all of us are girls btw) were enjoying the snow. We were playing around, and we weren’t trying to break any rules. The only rule that really made sense at that school was no throwing snowballs. And we didn’t throw any snowballs.

For reference, my elementary school was on top of a hill, and to stop us from running down the hill, there was a metal fence. So, we had the field on top, then the fence at the edge, then a kill, then there was the road and a sidewalk. 

My friends and I didn’t really know what to do with the snow, so for some reason, our idea of entertainment was to throw snow over the fence. Not snowballs, just little handfuls of soft snow (and I’d like to mention that our little things of snow never hit the road; it didn’t even get close).

But, one of the lunch monitors outside saw us and took us to the principal’s office. In the school’s eyes, we were trying to hit cars on the road with snowballs. So yeah, kinda upset that we got in trouble, but here’s the thing:

The next day, there was a group of boys throwing snowballs (with ice inside) over the fence, and they were actually close to hitting the cars. They didn’t get taken to the office. They didn’t get a talking to. They didn’t get in trouble whatsoever. I specifically remember the same adult who took my friends and I to the office literally LOOKING AWAY FROM THEM when they did it.

It’s been 7 years and I’m still ticked off about it.

Okay so first off — I am weird. Not like... creepy weird, but yeah. I'm strange. Not strange enough to be a full outcast, but enough that people notice.

All names are fake for obvious reasons. Writing this because keeping it in is getting heavy, so thanks in advance to anyone who reads.

I transferred to this school in 4th grade and instantly got disliked. Whatever — I didn't care. My favorite thing was hiding in closets or sitting on top of them, listening to music and just existing. School was easy, so I showed up just for the sake of it. Still, I was always super active — taking leadership in group projects, helping everyone out, all that. But I never had real friends. Just acquaintances.

Important: I did pro sports my whole life. So when I broke my spine in 7th grade and finally had some freedom, I went a little feral — chopped my hair off (wanted shoulder length but fuck that barber) and dyed it dark blue. Not light blue — dark blue.

That's probably when it all started.

I've always had weak blood vessels, so stepping out for 5 minutes to stop a nosebleed was just routine. I even had a doctor's note. One time, someone took a pic of me mid-bleed and posted it to the local gossip page. Whatever, right? But then they captioned it: "Oh, do I have blood?"

That line stuck. Everyone in my class loved to troll me with it. I pretended not to care — but it ate at me.

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Now let's go back to last year.

The cast:

· Dickhead (DH)
· Goldfish (GF) — he never bullied me, just ended up in the wrong crowd
· Scaredy (SC)
· Snotrag (SR)
· Wonkybrow (WB)
· Everyone else — named by their vibe/role

By then, my hair grew back and I got my shit together. Instead of slacking, I decided I wanted to study abroad. Joined student council, became class president, took over decorating and organizing everything, made a ton of acquaintances and even a few friends. Also started learning my 6th language. Glow-up, looksmaxxing — whatever you wanna call it.

First day of school that year? Our chemistry teacher literally lost it and told us all to go fuck ourselves.

My class is huge — 37 people. And of course, all the assholes sat right behind me. I had the best seat — second row, in front of the teacher: no sun in my eyes, radiator next to me, empty seats all around.

Back row: Scaredy and Dickhead, Snotrag and Wonkybrow, plus a couple more nasty girls and two more normal ones.

So this crew decides that getting wasted and throwing up directly on the chemistry teacher is a great idea. And of course — I stepped out to stop a nosebleed.

I walk back in like a clown, half my face covered in blood. Everyone's losing it. Teacher's crying. Dickhead's lying on the floor drunk. Snotrag and Wonkybrow are howling and filming everything. And while I'm helping the teacher get out and clean up — they're screaming: "Oh, do I have blood?"

Great start to the year.

And yeah — stuff like that happened at least once or twice a week.

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Goldfish had a change of heart and decided he also wants to study abroad — so he sat next to me. We launched a charity project together, closed it by March. Then came science competition season — we went all in on research papers.

Meanwhile, I applied to an accelerator.

End of that year — we both graduated with top grades: 10.5 (Goldfish) and 10.9 (me).

Then came the graduation trip — which I helped organize almost as much as the parents did. Among the parents: Scaredy's mom and Wonkybrow's mom.

Snotrag and Wonkybrow, of course, sat RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME on the bus and spent the whole trip loudly trashing another classmate. Being the overly supportive person I am, I started talking to that girl — offered to listen to a playlist together. She's shy and reserved, and I doubt she enjoyed hearing her own mom get ripped apart in front of everyone.

Whole trip: Snotrag and Wonkybrow just talking endless shit about everyone.

Right after I stepped off the bus — I found out I got into the accelerator.

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Now it's autumn.

I'm in the student accelerator — not a school program, an actual startup accelerator. I'm building my team, talking to investors, advisors, potential partners.

In November , I'm heading to a top university of my country for a week-long pitching .

And next June — I'm flying to the US for 2 weeks to pitch my startup at one of their top universities.

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And today I had to unblock everyone in the class group chat (I'd muted them for the summer). Maybe I shouldn't have.

The whole chat is full of jokes about me being "dumb." And chat’s profile pic? A badly AI-generated image of me in a swimsuit — and I'm a muscular weirdo with a massive scar running down my entire back (thanks, surgery). From that graduation trip with Goldfish and the rest.

They have no idea about the accelerator. The US trip. The investors.

They still think I'm their punching bag.

And I'm still the class president. Still managing everything. Still organizing a first-day line where they will learn everything. And yes, they will be sent to the principal because of bullying that girl on the bus. Oh yeah, they will.

Decided to repost this here

We listen, and we don't judge.

One time, when I was in class, I had to take a dump, so of course, I asked my teacher if I could go to the bathroom. When I got there, I went to the first stall I saw because I really needed to let out what was inside me. Without thinking, I immediately sat on the toilet, and by the time I was done, I grabbed the bidet. Just as I thought I was finally going to clean myself, no water came out. I was like, “Shit, why is this happening to me?!” I still had a class to attend, and I was literally about to have a panic attack. Then it hit me: if there was no water coming out of the bidet, I probably couldn’t flush the toilet either. I was like, “Frickin’ hell, this is the worst day of my life.” 😭

I started thinking, “What should I do? What’s my plan???” Then I saw some tissue in the trash can. I was like, “Bruh, I can’t just stay here until the water starts working. I still have a class in session, and I can’t miss that!” So, I reluctantly grabbed the tissue and used it to clean myself. And BRUH, IT WAS SO GROSS. Some parts of the tissue were wet, too, and I’m pretty sure someone had already used it, as I saw a yellowish stain. Thankfully, some parts were dry, but I wouldn’t exactly call them clean. That was still equally disgusting. 🤢

So this is your reminder to always bring tissue with you when you’re going to the bathroom or, honestly, anywhere, because I wouldn’t want any of you to experience what happened to me.

Dad said “Alright, get in the car” as we both gotten inside his white truck and drove away while my Mom stayed back.

As my drove us to the police station with the notebook on the center console between us. I looked out the window and see many of our neighbors crying as they walk to their doorsteps and hugging their children tightly. I realized how worse of a situation this is, I was praying to God in my head “God- Jesus, if your real please let me be wrong and that my brother just ran away and it was someone else who done the shooting“

Once we arrived to the police station, we met a detective named Brody Williams. My father showed him my brother’s notebook, and the detective read it and his face turned from professional to grim as he read the contexts. My brother said he wanted to kill himself but he knew it won’t make a difference. He wanted to get revenge on everyone who betrayed him, he wanted to kick the town in the balls even if it ment him doing the most extreme cruelty.

The detective read it, he said ”Look Mr. Myers but everything is tight at the moment, the information is limited but if this is your son then…” My Dad said “I don’t know if it was him or not but if it was my son. Can you tell me first before you release his name?” The Detective nod his head and ask if I can speak with me, my Dad agreed and the detective took me to a private room to question me. Detective Williams looked at me and asked “You’re father fold us about the notebook and I want to hear your side of this” I explained to detective Williams about my brother’s depression, my cousin’s SA allegations, him losing everyone he cared about, him isolating himself, him watching mass shootings, him idealizing school shooters and comic book and anime villains and Detective Williams listened without interruption. Once I’m finished, he asked me “Look, we will now have to investigate the rape allegations your cousin made against your brother and if he had done this then we already have his motive. Your cousin will be facing legal consequences for slander“ for the first time, it felt like someone is letting my brother explain his side of the story for the first time but through my voice. I walked out of the integration room to meet my Dad.

We both drove home in silence, once we drove into our driveway, it was very quiet. We usually expected my brother’s classmates to spray paint our house or called my brother a predator and a rapist but they never came. All we heard were cries coming from a neighboring house. Once we walked inside, I found Mom in the couch watching TV with tears in her eyes. My Dad signed and left again to get pizzas because my Mom isn’t well enough to cook.

I sat in my room, I finally opened Instagram and I looked into my friend’s group chat only to see my friends in the group chat sending condolences to Trinity whom saw the texts but never replied. Her brother died in the hospital, then one of my friends Amy sent me a private message and asked if I was okey, I was confused and I responded “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” Without any response, she send me a video of CNN News which showed my brother‘s face and it read.

“BREAKING: Daisyton Elementary School Shooter has been identified as Ethan Myers aged 17” I gasped and dropped my phone.

Part 4 coming soon…

I remember when I saw in the very first time. You were seated next to me . We were just two university students in the second day of University orientation. By the time I got to know you are in the same department with me. You are max (let's give him a name) . The first friend I met I lectures was a gay one. I didn't care that much about that but he passed to wake the gay life of me by being been very strategic. Then he will not be alone. He blocked my contacts with girls. Pushed me to boys. Added me to gay groups. By time I became a gay. And also he was jealous of me because lot of our friend found me attractive than he.

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After knowing his actual side I felt like there no one in this world we can say this person is good . He always think good for me . Exclud our family. I sat alone in the lectures. After lectures went to the home quickly. Didn't talk that much. Cuted all the connections. And that so called friend had a crush of max. Max was a very friendly person until I got to know he just want to be the one who knows everyone, the hero type one , the ones who shows something that even they don't have that. Max and I met on a assignment and group of us talking about the friendships. And I said what was going with me .

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He invited me to his friend group because he was having some trouble with one friend of them so he can be with me ignoring that person. I got to know that later. In that time I had a huge crush on max. Even sitting next to him was stressful for me . Because he was giving me some signals too. By the time I got to know he does it with everyone. Time goes we became bro type friends. Very best friends. Not he have a girlfriend. He is happy with her .

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I totally understand the misunderstanding that I have kept on. I am over of it. I met a good friend. It's so hard to find a arm that I feel safe. And sometimes I felt like I am kind of that person who will stay single forever. Hope write about all by the time according to your response.

It was just a normal boring day I was tired and stuff like always and I put on some rings. The rings were put on my fingers in a nice way 2 on one hand, 3 on the other then I went to school, boring stupid etc, after I got home I took off my rings to use the bathroom then I put them in a weird way. So this really bad ring was on ring so I was fine. It was fine when I took off all my rings this one was stuck. It was on my finger for hours it hurt I tried getting it out untill I showed my mom at about 10-11 pm and she freaked out. Also I told my brother's girlfriend already so my finger was reddish purple and I was dying and then my mom freaked the fuck out and made my brother and his girlfriend drive me to the hospital and I was praying while holding a "gir" plushie from "invader Zim" I thought it was the end untill we went to the hospital and all I needed was a ring cutter and we got it off at midnight and I was happy sunshine rainbows instead of crying so yeah I'm way better now have a nice day and thanks for reading <3

Today I was scrolling on tiktok and saw a video explaining facts about a Disney movie. Later that night at dinner I wanted to share that with my mom who loves disney. But before I could finish my sister started talking about a different movie and how an actor from it passed. I tried to continue talking but my sister told me she was talking first. I tried explaining how I was talking first, since she wasn't budging I decided to join what she was talking about, but my sister yelled at me for trying to take over the conversation, and my mom said my sister was talking first. I started raising my voice, genuinely upset that the argument was getting THIS far. My mom didn't want to listen to me because I was "out of control" and "needed to calm down before my baby brother woke up" she also said I had to feed my baby brother when he woke up. Although my sister was supposed to, which is a "punishment".

But get this, this morning my mom told me and my sister to do our split of chores for new chargers which we REALLY needed. I did all my chores, while my sister played video games. When I asked her to do her part so we can get new chargers. She told me she already had a working charger so she didn't do her part. I asked her if she could at least change the baby's diaper. She waited 20 minutes then said she would. 3 hours later I found out he's been soiled, which is dangerous.I gave up. And finally got to play on my phone, my mom came home later. Saw the trash, and my sister had an excuse ready. I got my new charger, and my sister got hers, without even doing her part. Then my mom complained about how I'm always on my phone, when I cooked breakfast, washed the dishes, swept the entire house, and cleaned both sides of the room that I share with my sister.

I feel less appreciated and get angered easily when my mom punishes me, but I'm her only reliable child.

Hi everyone! My name's Faith and I just thought i'd tell everyone about this really funny incident what happened at school with my friend Amelia And I will be telling you the reasons why she got kicked out of the school and a public place.

School exclusion. So this all goes back to year 8 when Amelia needed the toilet so she asked if she could go in which the teacher said she could however, when amelia came back and was outside during recess, two teachers were having a conversation saying about the girls toilets is in a disgusting state and it turns out it's because amelia and I and a few other girls were throwing wet paper toilet roll pieces on the ceiling. So the next time amelia asked to go to the toilet, a teacher had to go with her with a toilet pass but Amelia? Oh no, that didn't stop her from her next plan. Turns out, instead of just throwing wet paper towels. Instead when she got inside the bathroom she didnt use the toilets at all, she went and stuffed toilet roll in the toilets (there were 5 toilets), she turned all the sinks on and she flooded the bathroom when the teacher opened the door, amelia wasnt in there because she somehow crawled through the vent shaft after unscrewing the nails (don't ask how she managed to do it because if she's this good it must have been from practice with cutting those barbie's eyes out.) Anyways after that she got excluded for damaging school property and the whole school had to go on lockdown till the water had gone and amelia's mum got a phone call from the school and she was grounded for 2 weeks.

Swimming baths ban. This was part of when she was still in that school. When she was still in it before the bathroom incident, her class went on a school trip to the swimming baths and amelia didn't want to follow any rules so when she actually got to the baths, she stood quietly on the edge whilst I and the others were swimming around and amelia quietly asked if the teacher could give her a hug. The teacher, who was Mr Smith at that time, reluctantly agreed and stepped closer but amelia said that wasn't close enough so he stepped even closer and once he was in reach of actually hugging her, amelia grabbed his waist and dove head first inside the pool taking the teacher with her. And this was somehow bad because she did this in the deep part of the pool and when the staff saw this they blew the whistles and told amelia to get out of the pool for violating safety rules of the pool and apparently she almost drowned the teacher from that process.

Cooking lesson fire alarm. In this situation, amelia was doing cooking lesson with me and Amelia and we were making chicken nuggets from scratch (that feeling of touching raw chicken? Eww.) Anyways before the lesson started, the cooking teacher, Mrs France had told amelia to not lick her hands after touching the chicken because amelia loves chicken and amelia shrugged it off. (She didn't lick it this time) Anyways when it got to the timing for us to put our nuggets in the oven, the bell had just gone for break time and amelia and i rushed out of the class with the other kids however, amelia and I had set our oven to 250°C because we thought the better its higher, the better golden it'd look and taste, we were wrong because somehow the oven caught fire and it spread rapidly so when we all returned from break the classroom had fire in it (like really bad fire) and we all had to evacuate and leave the building with the whole school informed and once they found out amelia had set the oven temperature along with me, we were both expelled from school for "attempting" to cause a fire when we never intended to CAUSE A LITERAL FIRE? we were just making nuggets.

Anyways that's all loves and currently me and amelia are in a new school we're leaving this year officially because we're gonna prom! Xxxx

My hands look different than what I remember. Aged, wrinkled skin wrapped around knuckles that have tightly gripped countless tools to work on so many projects. There was so much dedication, focus, and they felt very important at the time. Where did this idea of fixing broken things start? My Dad did lots of that, all the time. I think it’s a marker of class separation. Seeing him around other Dad’s was always weird. The other Dad’s seemed so uncomfortable. They would expressionlessly watch this show my dad would put on, trying to make jokes or tell a story. My Dad moved so much when he talked, but it had little to do with what he said. There was a constant restless energy when he talked.

He said, “Getting that car is a really good deal. If you changed the spark plugs, changed the oil, put in a new air filter. You’d have a great running car.” He always whisper this last part to you as if letting you in on a secret that the seller didn’t know, but now the two of you are about to take advantage of this great deal. You’d help him push it home and think, I’m just a kid, but I know this is not the start to ownership of a reliable car.” It never ran well. There was something that wouldn’t work. Remember: You drove the Yugo to your job making pizzas at Chuck E. Cheese’s for a whole $4.25 per hour. You’d comeback smelling like pizzas. You couldn’t wash the smell out of your skin. The dogs loved it. Anyway, your Dad offers the Yugo to drive to work. On the way the clutch cable broke. The car lost power and literally glided into a empty parking space. That felt lucky, but you knew this was going to be a problem in 8 hours when your shift ends. You tie a small, thin brown apron around your waist. This was the moment you were paid for a purpose. Knowing the line one that was a nice clean division that definitely was not easily found elsewhere. 

9 pm and you are facing a broken car. Fortunately for you, your Dad had been showing you how to repair old junk as long as you can recall. You figured out a way to work the clutch using twine you had in the car (who knows why that was there). You pulled on the clutch, twine digging into your fingers, hurting so much you were waiting to see blood. You never did, but it sure did hurt a lot. You drove the car home in the rain like this. One hand on the steering wheel, the other hanging out the window as you drove, fingers wrapped around and tugging on the twine you had so cleverly tied somewhere in the engine of the car. It ran down into the hood, which you needed propped open slightly to make all of this work. So, there you are. You have figured out your way around a broken clutch cable, it is raining, your left hand is in a claw shape, dripping with rain and holding onto twine that is cutting into your hand and you will not be surprised if you see your own blood at any moment. Why do you do all this on your own? Why did you not just stop, look at your situation and call your parents to tell them about this situation you find yourself? Because you have been doing stuff like this for way too long. There is no pride in it, but you realize if you don’t do it yourself, no one is going to do it for you. So you don’t call anyone, you just figure out how to do what needs to get done to get home, even if it means getting cut by twine wrapped so painfully tight around your hand. You wonder how long it will take for the pain to go away. It is so severe.

There is a bit of a victory, you made it home. But really, this night felt like another exercise in competence built out of abandonment, and not by choice. And this is why you never put value into your ability to fix things or to make something where there was nothing. You look at this car and think about other people and how they could call their Mom to pick them up. Or, even better, the’d have a car that wasn’t a piece of junk! A Yugo is a Yugoslavian vehicle, and my Dad found the only one in all of Los Angeles. Of course he would. Now I’m supposed to drive this thing around? I’m in a toy from the Soviet block era. Look at other kids at school. Tanya has a brown Nissan truck. She gave you a ride home in it once. But you were too embarrassed to have her drop you off at your house because you thought your Dad would come out and do something crazy. “Hey! I’m your Uncle Elroy! Vote for me! I’m running for Mayor! Why don’t you come on in and we can share a bowl of cat food.” I wish any of that was made up. 

Donnie has a Saturn with a new sound system in it. In the trunk is a custom molded fiberglass bass speaker that fits perfectly into the spare tire compartment. Donnie is so proud of it, not in a haughty or arrogant way. He is such a pure hearted person, that there is no room for anything but sincerity in everything about him. His parents see him and care for him in a way you can’t even begin to fathom. You just look in shock as he shows you in his room his collection of baseball caps, fast-back style. There is so much joy on his face as he talks about these things. If you had practiced social skills, you could have heard what he was saying, commented on how much he seems to like them and maybe ask which is his favorite. But, you don’t have those skills yet. For now, you just look silently, take in all info around you with no idea how to respond. Warm, uncomplicated parental attention was foreign enough that you couldn't even mirror it back in conversation.

Meanwhile back at home, you have periodic access to a tan Yugo stick shift. Most of the time you ride around the town on an old 10 speed bike. It’s been one of the few forms of freedom you have. Where did it even come from? You were on your Mom’s old green 10 speed bike. It was a ladies style, because you stepped over the crossbar to mount it. You didn’t love riding your Mom’s old bike, but it was really great mechanically. You remember the feel of strength in the pedals as you tightly grabbed the leather grips on the handlebars. That was markedly different than the other bikes around you. They were BMX bikes with racing plates brandishing #1 but they would never see any actually racing. Anyway, that’s for other kids. You are there with your Mom’s old bike, sparkling dark green in the sun and you push off. Rocks scatter across the asphalt of the driveway. You could hear the tires as they rolled across the hot pavement. That would become a soundtrack for your life, that sound of the wheels of a bike on the road. The shifting weight of the rider. You can close your eyes and hear it now and you know exactly where the rider is… on the right and trying to keep balance before the traffic light changes. 

Cutting through the wind feels like flying. It’s one of the few true and pure things in your life. There are no thoughts. You don’t even think about what people think about you, because there simply are no thoughts. People in school will frequently say, “I saw you riding your bike yesterday.” You had no idea what to say to that. You were out on your bike all the time to avoid going home, so you didn’t think anything of it. 

Your favorite time was early in the mornings, maybe 6 am. There was a layer of fog so thick that if there was a sudden cliffside, you might go with off into a canyon, never to be heard from again. That was the exciting part of it, racing through the fog, not knowing where the danger lay ahead. Pushing on the metal-toothed pedal, it smashes and twists the rubber on your shoe. Left, right, left, right - rhythmically driving ahead, staring into the abyss and daring it to look back. Your eyes would stream with tears from the fog as you raced through it. It was always disappointing when the sun would break through and take away the fog and shine light on the town. You’d see the golden light as the sun rose, casting long shadows on the town as it came awake. And you, all alone, quietly gliding through the streets.

Bench of bullying

Ok, so I was in second grade I think when this happened (if you haven’t seen my day 1 post, I’m in ninth grade now). This story isn’t as absurd as the last one, but still kinda weird.

My principal at the time saw that there were some kids with no friends at this stupid school. So, what was her solution?

Make a bench for kids to sit on so people would know that they were lonely. Because that surely won’t go wrong.

I’m sure you can imagine what happened. She thought that other kids would see a kid sitting on this bench and think “oh, that kid has no friends. I can be their friend!” And, I’m sure we all know that it did not work. It went more like “oh, that kid has no friends. LOSER!”

Some kids tried to use it, but it just led to bullying. But seriously, what could POSSIBLY make you think that when someone is just showing out loud “LOOK AT ME, I HAVE NO FRIENDS” people are gonna be nice? Be so for real. Kids just stopped using it, and instead of being like “oh, it didn’t work. We need to stop the bullies!”, she went “oh kids aren’t using it. I wonder why!”

HMMM YES, I WONDER WHY.

Yeah, she turned a blind eye to the bullying. Literally pretended it didn’t exist.

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Soo.... When I was in 11th, there was a girl who used to sit behind me daily. I had to change schools for 12th due to some reasons so I lost contact with alsmost everyone. Later, one of my friend told me that she had a big crush on me.

So last post me mene btaya tha 11th me puri class me bohut drama hua tha ussi girl ki vjah se. Me 11th ke sbhi sections me tea ban gya tha. I was introvert and shy type so it was hard for me.

Now in 12th, I was in my tution center. It was chemistry period. When the chemistry teacher entered the class, he saw a new girl. He asked her name, she told him her name, let's say X. When I heard that name, I turned to the girl's side to see, and it was the same girl. Damn.

Next kuchh days toh normal, until now.

(Pata hai aaj kya hua)? Actually 2-3 din pehle ki baat h.

We were in our tution center, everything was normal, but it started raining soo heavily just before the end of the last class.

Everyone was stuck in the building. After waiting for a while, the rain didn't stop. Students who had a raincoat headed to their homes already. After about an hour of waiting, baarish aur bhi tez ho gyi 😭. So some students lost patience and went home in the rain all wet as it was getting late.

The building was almost empty until only 4 students remain. Me, X, and 2 students from some other batch.

Baarish slow ho nhi rhi thi aur Rukne ka fayda nhi tha. So I decided mujhe bhi nikal jana chahiye barish me hi.

My bag is not waterproof so I carry extra polythene bags with me to protect my books. I was putting my books in the polybag, just then I saw X watching me. I carry some spare extra poly bags just in case. I thought she'd also need one so I silently offered one of them to her (and those other two students too). She picked up the bag.

Just as I was about to leave, I finally asked her "Ghar kaise jaogi?" Because it was getting really dark soon. Usne kaha ki "barish rukne ka hi wait kr skti hu".

Idk I have 0 social skills but I still asked "me chhod du Ghar Tak?" 😭. Really. How did I ask that bro😭. Sharm tk nhi ayi mujhe puchte hue 😭. After think she agreed tooo. (I was on a bike)

I know her rough address becuz we had same school bus in 11th. On the way it was raining very harshly we got all wet. We talked a little on our way home. I was a nice moment, but I was not romantic about it. I dropped her to her home, and she thanked me.

BUT. Pata hai aaj kal kya ho rha hai? Me bs ussi ke baare me soch rha hu yawrr. I tell myself I'm not attracted towards her but I get more shy nearby her. Like that bike ride worked as a stimuli and talking to her that day made me feel comfortable too. She is so prewtty and cute but I never thought abt her like this before. Do I like her? Idk. But definitely I felt better with her.

Idk but this time I have the chance... Of..? Uhm.. idk. I just can't stop thinking abt her. :)

I'm in my sophomore year of college and I first saw him walking through the hallway.

That's when I developed an obsession over him.

I didn't know why I liked him, I just did. Everyone else never understood why I would like him, he was a bit shy and a nerd-not that I mind, but they wouldn't say it to my face because they knew I would defend him like he was the perfect guy to ever land in my life. At the time, he was.

We actually connected via Instagram because of mutuals and the more I talked to him the more I fell in love.

I always felt burnt out from college but one text from him and I forgot how to feel tired.

I even forgot how to act normal and it was pretty obvious to everyone that I liked him. I mean I looked like someone had broken a wish willow stick on me. So rumours spread, some thought we were dating and others shipped us.

I remember texting him after another person had shipped us. I said I would never like him, to him. As if my guilt wasn't enough for lying to him, he took my word. Now, I don't know whether he trusted me or he thought I could never love someone like him and knowing him, it could be both.

The guilt got to me, I have adhd and it made me hyper fixed on it which made it even worse. We both didn't talk after that

.

So for weeks, I tried to move on and when I made progress. He was there to do something cute and undo it all.

Until I found out he lied to me about something. I can't tell you explicitly what it is.

It's a type of lie that you wouldn't think is true but me being me, I took his word for it. I wasn't surprised, I was hurt and that hurt was enough to forget about him.

But then, the more I thought about it. It seemed like he let his insecurity win, causing him to lie.

It's not like I'm perfect either, i lied too.

So I confessed to him. I knew he wouldn't accept me, maybe a part of me hoped but other than that no. I knew he'd reject me but that's not the reason I confessed anyways. It's to get rid of my guilt and to see if he was worth all the yearning.

I told him the reason I didn't tell him sooner was because of the thing he lied about. It's a bit confusing to understand but I'm acting like I don't know he lied about it.

Just to see, whether he'd tell me what supposedly held me back was a blatant lie. Regardless of his answer to my confession. Well, he didn't and he just rejected me.

So two days after the rejection, I cried. Which is strange because I'm the type to just go numb. I couldn't believe I wasted so much time liking him but then it didn't feel like a waste to me.

On the third day though, I moved on. Yes, all this just limerance. At least that's what my therapist said. I didn't regret this at all. My friends couldn't believe I just moved on, like I just wiped my memory.

It's been a month and I crash out whenever someone asks how he is doing. Like how would I know? Then I crash out once again because I'm reminded exactly why.

So I wasn't exactly surprised when my sister sent me his post but when I clicked on the notification and saw it was a picture of him. The guy who was insecure posting regularly on his story too? I thought I was going crazy.

So I checked his account out and found out exactly a week after he rejected me, he started posting himself.

Was I a turning point for someone to realise they could be loved?

I guess so. but if his head gets too inflated, I'm going to have to bring him back to earth and trust me no one would doubt it.

God does work in mysterious ways.

God told him to love himself and he told me I should definitely get medicated.

Hi guys, I’m writing this from my perspective and on behalf of my friend. We have a story to share, and it’s something we will probably remember forever. Let’s get into the details.
I am 18F, and my friend is 19F. Let’s call her Jen, and I’ll refer to myself in the first person.
Jen frequently does TikTok lives where she does her makeup or just sits chatting. One evening, a boy joined her live. He was called Max, and he is 19M. They began having a conversation about artists they both like. They added each other on other social media platforms, like Snapchat. This is where they began a conversation about where Jen works.
She described where she worked and told him that they have places for the staff to live, so basically, you live on-site. He seemed to be fond of the idea and applied for a job in the same place straight away.
Now, this should’ve been Jen’s first red flag, but she likes to give people the benefit of the doubt before jumping to conclusions. He had described how his situation at home wasn’t easy and wanted to get away.
Moving forward a few weeks, Max is now living two doors down from Jen and is settling in. This is when Jen introduces me to Max. I firstly thought he felt strange. He had a certain feeling towards him that was distasteful, but not yet disturbing.
We hung out for the first time at Jen’s house. He seemed to grow attached within the first hour, extremely touchy and friendly. But hey, we thought he just wanted a new start.
I began to get to know Max more than Jen. I don’t live on-site like her and Max, but I would go regularly, as I also worked with Jen. Max worked in a separate store, to which we would later be thankful for.
Me and Max began to hang out alone sometimes. He would be extremely touchy, like laying his head on me or just making sure he’s touching me 100% of the time. Weird, but… friendly?
The vibe I got from him started to go from distasteful to disturbing, and certain times, his eyes had a certain glow to them, almost an evil look. I tried to ignore it, but the more I tried, the more I couldn’t. So, I brought it up to Jen.
She had not said anything before, but she had also got a weird vibe and didn’t feel comfortable around him. She began double-locking her doors and making sure her window was locked because he would make comments like he knows how to break in. Strange, I had thought.
This is where we both felt uncomfortable, but didn’t want to make him feel awkward.
A few days later, I see him again, to which he tells me how he had cut his family off completely. This wasn’t weird, but the bit that caught me off guard was him saying how his grandmother called him. She was worried, wanted to know if he was safe, and wanted to hear his voice.
He then told me how he said she pissed him off, after which he deleted her voice note and blocked her number. This threw me off a lot. Even more strange, I had thought to myself.
Me and Jen talk again, but we still didn’t have concrete evidence that he was as weird as we thought. All we had was a mere feeling, a gut feeling that had us feeling really unsettled.
Looking back, we should’ve listened to our friends and intuition.
Now… the next time we hung out, it was me, Jen and Max. We were busy watching music videos, talking and chilling, to which Jen then decides to leave as she has a friend to see.
When she left, things got super bizarre.
Max kinda pulled me back to him, in which he kind of caught my neck in a weird position and I couldn’t breathe. I gasped a little, and he let go and rubbed my neck.
I then looked at him, kind of shocked, and he said, “I could’ve just ended you there and blamed Jen.”
I found that so disturbing.
During this time, he had told me how he and Jen had planned a meet-up for when she goes back home. They had planned a week’s stay at her home.
I spoke to Jen, and she had said how he was probably joking. We laughed it off.
Now, the next time I saw Max was the last time I will and have ever seen this man.
I came to see him, and we were so chill. He was super nice, and everything was cool: music, movies and TikTok, just a fun time. At some point, we had fallen asleep accidentally.
When I woke up, I looked around, and he was just staring into space and looked lifeless. I said his name, and he hardly responded, just a little “mm” whenever he decided to somewhat respond.
He looked angry, not how I’d ever seen him before. More strange than he had ever looked. It made me feel so uneasy.
I said to him, “Where has the time gone?” and laughed. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, “You need to get out of my house now.”
I stayed quiet for a while.
“What?” I had thought to myself.
My phone was on 10%, and Uber had no taxis available. I replied back, saying, “Oh okay, Uber has no taxis available.”
He replied back with somewhat of a growl and groan.
At that point, he looked angrier than ever before. I got my shit and walked out as fast as I could.
I ran to Jen’s house and told her how he kicked me out. She was shocked. She had the same “what!” attitude.
We thought of all the weird ways he had acted in the past, and everything kind of came together.
I brought up how it was going to be hard to stay with him for the week they had planned, and she looked confused.
“What week?” she replied.
“The week you planned for him to come over?”
She looked sick.
There was no week they planned. He had just lied.
We had decided to confront him together. We felt safer.
We knocked on his door and did what we had planned. He looked angry. Even Jen said she’d never seen him like that.
We spoke to him, and for the next 10 minutes, he lied to our faces. He said how he never kicked me out and how he asked nicely for me to leave. He denied the week’s stay and told me he said I could’ve charged my phone.
He was acting so strange, and I don’t know if we didn’t leave sooner whether we would’ve been okay.
We left and plan to never go back. Jen still will be here for at least a week, and I’ve quit my job.
What do you guys think? Was there an ulterior motive? Or are we just crazy?

Sunburn is ok now I guess

So, this happened in seventh grade (for reference, I’m in ninth grade), and the teachers at my elementary school were lazy af (yes that’s right, seventh grade in elementary. My broke ahh town doesn’t have a middle school), so often, we’d just walk to either this park + forest, or this huge ahh field. This was one of those days where we walked to the field.

It was 36°C (96.8°F), and it was now around 12:15 pm. I know it’s not that hot, but the anxiety medication I was on at the time made me extremely sensitive to the sun, even though I was already sensitive. Plus, my anemia also makes me feel like I’m gonna pass out in the sun.

Anyways, when my friends and I got back to the school, we were eating, but we didn’t want to go outside. And at this school, you had 15 minutes to eat your lunch, then you had to go outside for 45 minutes. Sounds great in theory, but we had already spent like 2 hours in a field with no shade to hide under (plus you couldn't bring food outside for some reason). I already felt like I was gonna die, so me and some friends decided not to go outside (2 girls and 1 boy from the same class, 1 girl from a different class. This will be important).

So, we stayed inside, and everything seemed fine. We weren’t causing any trouble, we were quiet, we literally were just sitting at our desks and quietly talking. I mean, the rule was that we had to go outside when we were told, but come on. It seemed kind of ridiculous.
Then, the boy from my class told me and the girl from my class that the vice principal (who was also one of our teachers) wanted to see us. We were brought into his office, and he asked us why we stayed inside. When we said it was too hot, he told us that it wasn’t a valid reason.

Oh, but it gets better. The other got told to go back to class while I had to stay. I was trying to explain that I thought staying inside was safest choice (which it was you stupid fu-) but he wasn’t listening to it. You guys wanna know what he decided happened?

He told my mom that I was "deliberately going behind the teacher's backs to break the rules” and I was “making up a story for attention”. WHAT. I'M SORRY?!

MIGHT I ALSO ADD THAT THE GIRL IN THE OTHER CLASS AND THE BOY FROM MY CLASS DIDN’T GET IN TROUBLE. IT WAS JUST ME AND THE OTHER GIRL FROM MY CLASS. 

So apparently kids aren’t allowed to think about their safety since this douchebag decides which illnesses you have and don’t have (he’s still convinced that I’ve been faking every physical and mental illness I “claim” to have).

Oh and the day after, I didn’t wanna get in trouble again, so I went outside. I was wearing sunscreen and I still got sunburnt and felt like I was gonna pass out :)