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I miss my family

I was so unbelieveably in love with you, R. You knew. I know you did. It was obvious. And yet you played with my heart while you were with him. You're not a good person. But, against my better judgement, I still miss you.

lowkey think my internet partner lied abt their age and im feeling gross now

I'm a shit father. I look back on how much I missed with my kids because of being gone so much when I was in the Army. I hate myself so much and it will forever haunt me till the day I die.

I like Kia to heartbeat sounds because it calms me down and mainly female. It’s something I never told anyone in my life it makes me feel like I’m a freak but the sound puts me in peace

if i had to say my every thought out loud id lose everyone so fast and id probably be put in a nuthouse by now phew

I accidentally used powdered detergent instead of salt while cooking yesterday but no one knows because the food was so spicy

i’m not happy in the relationship that i’m in. it feels pointless but after he says “I love you,” I can’t help but lie and say “I love you more”

most days i wake up and don't feel like a person. i feel like a phantom, im so alone while standing in a room full of people and not a single person notices how badly I'm breaking with every second i stay there longer.

Like most people, I made my choices, and I built a life. Now that I've had to go into hiding after witnessing and reporting a crime, I don't know who I am. My name, 'backstory', job, location and just about everything else has changed. There's no going back but how do I go forward?

I miss her. She’s single again and I want to message her but after he got between us idk if I can ever talk to her ever again

I love the people where I live, but i genuinely hate being here, and i kind of want to leave and start over. I really don't know what to do.

I need to get this off my chest. I've spent what feels like nearly a decade trying to understand a person who, looking back, was less a partner and more a phantom. This isn't a breakup story; it's a deep dive into a void. It started innocently enough, back in our college days. We had a brief, intense relationship. Then, after just a few months, she left me for another guy. Gone. Poof. But later, she was back, admitting her "mistake," begging for a second chance. I, foolishly, took her back. That set the pattern. For what felt like ages, this was...I need to get this off my chest. I've spent what feels like nearly a decade trying to understand a person who, looking back, was less a partner and more a phantom. This isn't a breakup story; it's a deep dive into a void. It started innocently enough, back in our college days. We had a brief, intense relationship. Then, after just a few months, she left me for another guy. Gone. Poof. But later, she was back, admitting her "mistake," begging for a second chance. I, foolishly, took her back. That set the pattern. For what felt like ages, this was my reality. She'd pull away, vanish, and I'd later discover she was with someone else. Then, when their relationships inevitably crashed and burned, she'd reappear, filled with remorse and promises. Each time, I opened my heart, desperate for the genuine connection I thought we had. The deeper I went, the darker it got. While I thought we were exclusive, committing everything to her, she was intimately involved with many different people during this time. A double life I couldn't even fathom. The betrayal felt like a punch to the gut, but there was more. There was the marriage saga. At one point, when we were talking constantly, she secretly planned her own marriage to another guy – someone she'd been in a physical relationship with for a couple of years! She only told me after the wedding was fixed, blaming her family, a lie I later learned. That marriage ended in a short time, apparently due to his toxic behavior. And guess what? Not long after, she was back again, admitting her "mistake" about not choosing me. This is where my biggest blind spot hit. I gave her one last, desperate chance. We even agreed to marry. I approached my family, overriding their initial reservations, making my father cry as he begged me not to go through with it. My friends stopped speaking to me. I sacrificed everything for her. And then, silence. Ghosted again. But the worst part? During the toughest time of my life – recovering from a serious accident that left me bedridden for an extended period, with my father gravely ill, and me struggling to pay our mortgage and find a job – she was right there. Or so I thought. She knew every struggle, every penny I desperately needed. Yet, she asked me for a significant sum of money, claiming urgent needs. I gave it, foolishly, only to later learn that money, my hard-earned money, went straight into the pockets of the very people she was secretly seeing. It wasn't just a loan; it was a calculated extraction. And there's another dark twist. Her best friend, who helped her immensely during her divorce process, later discovered that my ex had seduced her boyfriend and slept with him. Her actions were a masterclass in manipulation, exploiting trust, loyalty, and even love for her own gain. There was no remorse, no accountability, just a chilling self-preservation that defied logic. I finally sent my last words, and her reply was a chilling echo: "You have no idea what I'm going through, I did what was best for me." That sentence, so cold, so self-serving, perfectly encapsulated the years of shadows. I'm left with questions that haunt me. How can someone be so utterly devoid of empathy? How can they weave such an intricate web of lies for so long? Was it a game? A necessity? Or something far darker, a void where a conscience should be? This isn't about getting answers from her anymore. It's about understanding the nature of such a profound deception, and how someone can exist like a ghost, taking everything and leaving nothing but ruins. Has anyone encountered a soul so utterly… shapeless?Read More

my perspective on Death has recently changed , I don’t know if it an age thing, I am nearing my 40’s. Im thinking death can be liberating , many would think of death as bad thing, pain and suffering . But what if it’s Eternal peace , no more suffering. But we are program so see it as a bad thing my but society or survival instinct that bring fear about death ..

I've fallen hard for my best friend, I don't know how to feel about this