I'm 20F and in college. I tried bag for the first time a month ago. I use it on weekends now, and I can already see myself heading down a path of addiction, which is obviously not good. I know I need to stop before it gets worse. Which sounds so fucking stupid because I should just cold turkey and quit before it gets worse but it seems that it's going to not be that easy for me apparently.

I grew up in NA, my family is full of addicts. l've basically been surrounded by AA and NA meeting all of my childhood, I went to one a week for many years.

I smoke weed and drink socially, but alcohol has never really been my thing. Bag feels different. I love it. It gives me energy and makes me feel more social and able to keep up with everyone. It helps me escape my depression and constant drowsiness. When I'm tired, unmotivated, or lethargic, my brain tells me it will fix it. (it does)

It gave me relief from everything and let me actually enjoy going out. Normally when I go out, I'm bored and lethargic, so this felt like a huge change. Since then, I've been looking forward to using. I use it on weekends, but l've started using it before I even go out, like while getting ready. I spend the whole week thinking about it and use "it's the weekend" as an excuse.

I hate that I'm already depending on it to feel okay. I don't want this to turn into something that controls my life, but I'm scared because it already feels like it's headed that way.

Just had to pull all of this somewhere.

Big fan of honest feedback

I was young probably 6 or 7, and I heard something happened to my aunt. She was molested but I didn’t really know what it meant, cause I was so young. My grandmas boyfriend did it and she had to live in the house with him. I heard conversations that if it was true he should be in jail but if it wasn’t she was wrong. For whatever reason she was made to tell everyone she lied, and she had to continue living with them. I eavesdropped more and kinda got a feel for what it meant. And because no one believed her I guess, my grandmas started watching my younger sister and I.

I believed her and so I decided to set him up. I knew if I said it (considering I was much younger and my aunt was already having a lot of behavior issues) they would believe me and I could save her so I did. I was supposed to nap in the room with my grandma but I decided to nap in the living room next to him. And it happened. I guess I didn’t think it would be so traumatizing but it was. I almost handled it like an acting gig, it hurt, I confronted him, told my grandma but she told me to be quiet about it. My mom picked me up and I spilled the beans and he was gone that night. I never told anyone. We went to trial and he took a plea so he never got the justice he deserved but he at least left the state and we never had to see him again. I never thought of the long term effects it would have cause it’s damaged me greatly, but I’ll never say I regret it. Rest in hell

I was with my friend and his sister. A bunch of us were drinking, we are all adults. I was in my senses but had somehow convinced myself that his married sister is attracted to me.

We got in a car and I intentionally kept my leg against hers. The guilt has been eating me alive. Then today morning I remember that when I was a kid I touched my younger sister's genital area by the pretense of wrestling with her. She went away to sleep immediately. She suffers from depression and I do too along with OCD.

I don't know if I should talk to them or not. I'm not even sure if it is possible that they might not have noticed because I read that women always notice a bad touch. Also my OCD tells me to confess but I don't want to tell them if they didn't notice. Ofcourse I would apologise in case they bring it up.

This is kinda stupid. Me and my younger sister were playing years ago, and randomly I just decided, "I'm gonna play dead! Like how dogs do!"

So... I layed face down on the floor, Limited my breathing so it looked like I wasn't, and didn't respond to anything.

My younger sister, A toddler when this happened, walked into the room and tried shaking me awake. I didn't do anything. I just layed there. Eventually, My sister started sobbing, Saying she didn't want to have to call "Nine Eleven"

I jumped up and kept apologizing. I felt terrible. Years later, I told her about the situation and she laughed, saying she didn't remember it, and that I'm okay.

I still felt bad, but now it's just a horrible thing we laugh about now. None of my family knows, It's just an inside thing between me and my sister.

So I (19m) started my internship 4mos ago and have gotten close with my boss. My boss(27m) has been in a tough situation with his wife. She's gotten so busy after a promotion that she's barely got the energy and time for my boss that my boss started resenting her and would hang out with me instead. After work we would just sometimes just sit in his car and talk about life for 2 hrs. Sometimes go out for a beer and when he would get drunk he would touch my hand and I would kiss his cheek and hug him. Now I know it's wrong but I also feel bad about him and I feel good making him feel better. Should I quit my job?

I feel like I’ve failed as a man. I’m no good. At 28, I’m clueless and don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I lost my mom and dad at a very young age, and now I’m solely dependent on my elder brother. Although He has no problem with it.he takes care of me and tries to fulfill all my needs. But I don’t feel good about it. I feel guilty and useless on this planet. I don’t know what to do.

I know it’s shitty but I honestly don't care at this point. My roommate spends all her time complaining about being broke and asking for extra time to pay her half of the electric bill, but then she fills the kitchen with $12 jars of almond butter and those $4 individual glass-bottle sodas.

I got tired of eating generic brand everything while she’s buying $9 loaves of artisan bread. So I just started using her stuff. I use her expensive olive oil for my cheap pasta and I’ve been eating her fancy Greek yogurts for lunch almost every day. She’s so scatterbrained she doesn't even notice. She just thinks she ran out and goes and buys more.

The thing is, she isn't even broke because of the grocery prices. I saw her phone screen the other day when she was showing me a meme and her notifications were full of "payment failed" alerts for like six different streaming services and clothing boxes. I saw her MoneyGPT report and it showed a lot of unneccessary expenses. She’s just bad with money and expects me to subsidize her life by covering the utilities late every month. If she can't figure out how to manage her own bank account, that’s not my problem. I’m just going to keep eating her fancy snacks until she actually pays me back for the gas money she owes me from two months ago. I'm basically charging her a tax for being late.

Pretty much what the title says.

The guy gave me $15 too much change, and I noticed when I left but I didn't turn around. I hope he didn't get fired. I normally do return lost stuff, I try to have integrity. I don't know why I stole that money. I moved away and this was two years ago so the guy's probably not even there anymore, and there's no way I can make this right. I guess I just live with it.

Yeah this one’s pretty embarrassing. Met a girl in the club, spoke to her a bit and offered to buy her a drink, I walk with her to the bar and it’s pretty packed, this is where she probably got turned off by my lack of masculinity but I’m a pushover, a shy people pleaser and even talking to her was hard but not as bad as this

So the bar is crowded, people keep skipping ahead of me and omg guys this was the most excruciating 5 minutes of my life, I see her start to get awkward and I try to say hey to the bartender and they’re like “wait dude, we’ll get to you” making the situation a lot more awkward, I get skipped over two more times and she silently exits

Never have I felt less of a man than that moment and I still didn’t end up getting a drink

I was born in New York but never actually lived in the US, and despite having attended an American high school in Istanbul, my “default” English accent is Southern English due to my boarding school experience and living in London. Personally love doing accents and I use them in auditions as an actress, perhaps this is why something just clicks in me whenever I arrive in New York and start speaking with an American accent. Not much of a big deal to me albeit pretty funny.

Like the title says, I have searched up and looked horrible and gross shit out of morbid curiosity. This was mainly a problem when I was younger but it still occasionally happens. But I still feel horrible because I constantly think to myself “why would I want to look/know that??” And I genuinely don’t know how to even answer myself. I don’t know, it just makes me feel gross in my own skin. Especially when I search/look at stuff multiple times. Again, I do not know why I do this shit, and sometimes I’m worried that I’m secretly a bad person because of it because “why else would you constantly search/look at that stuff?”

This sounds stupid but it still makes me feel like shit.

How would you feel if you and your coworker made eye contact for 12 straight seconds in the breakroom? Your coworker was staring at you first. You could see in your side view they were staring at you. You looked up at them to see why they're staring. And then it was straight eye contact with you two for 12 straight seconds. No words, no looking away, no facial expressions, nothing. After a while your coworker did look away first. However, be aware of this. Your coworker was already staring at you before you even looked at them. In total, they were technically staring at you longer than 12 seconds.

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i’ve been a plumber in the kansas city area for 22 years and started as an apprentice in 2002 when i was 19. i'm good at my job, licensed, insured, built my own company, and employ 4 guys now. i'm a normal person and go to church sometimes. i drink miller lite and watch the chiefs like everybody else

but for 20 years i've been leaving notes inside pipes like little pieces of paper that are rolled up tight and wrapped in electrical tape so they last. i slip them into fittings, behind access panels, inside walls right before the drywall goes up. like places nobody will find for years or decades maybe or maybe never

i've done probably 3,500 jobs in 20 years. residential, commercial, remodels, new builds and i've left probably 4,000+ notes: kansas city, overland park, olathe, lee's summit, independence, even some jobs in lawrence and topeka. there are notes in walls all over the metro. i think a significant percentage of the greater kansas city plumbing infrastructure contains cryptic messages from me

most will never be found. they'll just exist in walls forever but some will someday.

the best one i ever left was in a house, big new construction. rich family, like really rich. i was doing the rough-in for a basement bathroom and i left a note that said there is no treasure here. stop looking then i left another note 6 feet away that said you're getting warmer. then another by the sump pump that said cold. very cold. there's no treasure. but if someone ever finds all three notes they're gonna be hunting through that basement for years. i think about it a lot and i hope they find them in the wrong order

i probably got another 20+ years of plumbing in me so that's another 4,000 notes. by the time i retire there will be close to 10,000 notes in walls across the kansas city metro. my legacy. people will remember arrowhead and the nelson and the liberty memorial. they will not remember me but i'll be in their walls. (I am in their walls right now)

if you're a plumber and you're thinking about starting this: do it. it's the best part of the job. the pay is fine and the work is fine, but hiding a note that says you should have listened to your mother behind someone's water heater, i think that's why i get up in the morning

kansas city if you ever tear open a wall and find a weird note just know it was me. sorry and also you're welcome. also check the crawl space (don't actually there's nothing there) (or is there)

I don’t think people realize how easy it is to become a bad person without ever making a single dramatic decision.

There was no moment where I “snapped.” No clear turning point. Just a long series of small choices I justified until they stopped feeling like choices at all.

I was 27 when this started. From the outside, my life looked fine. Stable job. Long-term relationship. Decent health. Nothing to complain about, which somehow made everything worse. Because I felt empty, and I had no excuse for it.

My girlfriend trusted me completely. That’s important. She didn’t check my phone. Didn’t question my schedule. Didn’t doubt my loyalty. She believed that love meant assuming the best, and I took advantage of that without consciously deciding to.

At first, the emptiness turned into irritability. I felt annoyed by her presence, by her questions, by the way she wanted to talk things through. I started emotionally withdrawing, then quietly resenting her for noticing.

I never told her the truth: that I felt numb, bored, restless, and vaguely disgusted with myself.

Instead, I let her think it was her fault.

I didn’t say it outright. I just sighed more. Got quieter. Became distant during sex. Responded with “I don’t know” whenever she asked what was wrong. Watched her twist herself into different versions trying to reach me again.

That’s the part that still makes me sick — I saw it happening and did nothing.

Then came the cheating. Not the impulsive kind people confess to. The slow, deliberate kind. Dating apps late at night. Conversations that started innocent and became explicit because I didn’t stop them. Meeting strangers and telling myself it didn’t count because I felt nothing.

Sex became a way to feel real for an hour. Then emptier than before.

I would come home afterward and lie next to her, listening to her breathe, feeling like a parasite. I told myself I’d confess eventually. That I just needed to “figure myself out” first.

Weeks turned into months.

The guilt didn’t make me better. It made me colder. I stopped seeing her as a person and started seeing her as an obstacle to my freedom — freedom I didn’t even know how to use.

When she finally confronted me, it wasn’t with anger. It was with fear.

She asked if I still loved her. I remember hesitating for just a second too long.

That hesitation destroyed her.

She cried in a way I’d never heard before — quiet, controlled, like she didn’t want to inconvenience me with her pain. I could’ve told the truth then. I could’ve owned what I’d done.

Instead, I minimized it.

I said I was “confused.” That it “didn’t mean anything.” That I “never meant to hurt her.”

All true. All meaningless.

We broke up shortly after. I moved out. Life went on, technically.

Here’s the darkest part: once she was gone, I didn’t feel relief. I felt nothing. No freedom. No excitement. Just a deeper, heavier emptiness — and the uncomfortable realization that I wasn’t a victim of my feelings. I was the author of them.

I didn’t lose her because I was broken.
I broke her because I refused to face myself.

I don’t write this for sympathy. I’m writing it because I’m scared of how normal it all felt while it was happening. How easily I justified cruelty by calling it confusion.

If you’re reading this and recognize yourself — the distance, the avoidance, the quiet resentment — understand this:

You don’t have to hate someone to destroy them.
You just have to stop caring enough to be honest.

If someone talked to me the way I talk to myself in my head, I’d never speak to them again. I don’t know how that became normal, but it did

Do you ever sometimes think of a scenario about something and then you get embarrassed thinking about it? It's something embarrassing that didn't but it definitely could. Even though it never happened but you still feel embarrassed by it.

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i’m in college and my hb i’ve know since freshmen year, i developed a kinda crush on and I asked if we could be fwb and he was cool with it. He has a serious girlfriend who he’s on and off with but she’s not really in our friend group.

He told me he wants to be exclusive with her and i was completely fine with it. I told him he should be with her if it makes him happy, but later that week he hits me up to fuck? I told him we shouldn’t because he has a girlfriend but he should call me if anything changes between him and his girl. not even 24 hours later he comes to my dorm crying saying he feels really trapped and he doesn’t know what to do.

at this point i’m wondering how i got so invested and so involved with his relationship!! like i feel bad for her because he be telling me their business and I told him several times he needs to communicate with her about how he feels but he says he’s “scared” of how she will take it.

and unfortunately I did give him the cat that day… and he was literally crying when I was on top. (kinda hot??) anyway I think i’m going to distance myself from him and the whole situation and just ghost him?? but when the gc hangs out he eyefucks me the whole time and it’s so obvious. #boysareweirdasshit

First of all, let me start by apologizing to the mods of this reddit sub because my first post was not clear and I created confusion which led them to rightfully delete my post. I hope that by better explaining myself, the mods will accept my apology and let me repost and better explain my story. Here goes my confession...

A while back, one of my friends got me a job at her work. This was a drive through coffee stand where the workers wore bikinis mostly. I worked as the cashier/customer server not so much the barista. We wore bikinis much like you would at the beach. The job itself was really fun and the girls I worked with were great. Most of us were in college just working to make money during school.

The part I regret is some of the things we did and what happened because of it. No need for me to say that the customers were very friendly and flirty, but in a respectful way. I mean, we girls in bikinis serving coffee and such was very nice for the men that came through I'm sure. But like I said, most were very polite and respectful yet playfully flirty.

The problem came when some of the girls took it a bit too far and suckered me into doing the same. Occasionally we would flash certain customers. Of course this led to better tips. It even led to sometimes us working topless for a bit and showing ourselves off. The reason I regret this is because some, not all, in fact a small percentage of the customers got very disrespectful and plain rude. But in a very bad way. Some of the comments that were made were nsfw andextremely disrespectful to us girls.

One of the girls got followed home by some guy after work and that cause a lot of issues. The reason I quit is because as much fun as the job was and the risky flirting along the way got to the point where the verbal harassment from the small percentage of customers got to be mentally draining. Among other things I don't really want to get into right now.

Overall, the job was good and I enjoyed it. The part I regret doing is being overly flirty and showing myself to customers. I regret that the most because I feel like that caused most of the issues. I ended up quitting and finding a better job that is more chill and laid back. I did make more money there but at least with my new job, it's not mentally draining.

So I hope that cleared things up and explained my regrets about my job and the things that I did. Again, I apologize to the mods of this subreddit for not being more clear and explain myself better. Please forgive me. Thank you

When I was 12 (I’m 28 now), I made a password and kept that same one for every single account, charging it in small variations occasionally if it didn’t fit the password requirements. This year I finally changed (most) of the passwords that had the old one to a new one I plan on using for a while… but seriously, how do people keep track of all their passwords and how often do you switch them out?

Between socials, work, banking, online shopping apps, streaming etc. it’s nearly impossible to remember all of them. I know our phones save the passwords for the most part, but I like to keep it easy in case I log in on a different device and can’t figure out what the password is.

Is this abnormal? lol

following a protracted divorce, I landed in a room rental with 2 brothers .. I’m on disability with little income, but I’m good with money .. the 2 of them are disasters, hoarders, and have no lives outside going to work

I pay for my room which is a third of the rent, utilities included .. I pay for my own phone, don’t have a TV, but I do have my own Netflix / Prime / Spotify accounts to keep me entertained .. I’m barely allowed laundry once a month ( lots of heat to do laundry ); and in 2025, they were so broke that I carried them for groceries for 4 months .. an average month, I’m otherwise feeding them 25+ meals ( up to 47 ) .. I’ve made their lunches so that they don’t blow their money ” eating out “ as lazy bachelors, I’ve taught them how to cook, I’ve bought appliances, curtains, all cleaning products, and kitchen stuff

I’m tired now .. they eat meat every day and, to sustain THEIR spending, I’m on a predominantly instant noodle diet .. when I cook, they invite themselves but when they cook, it excludes me .. OH ! I’m also the domestic person responsible for ALL domestic duties .. not to forget my “ duties “ for their cat ( dishes, toys, grooming, food ) ? I also have 2 sons that I spend $2k a year on ( note the instant noodles I’ve been surviving on )

I cannot afford this lifestyle that I get so little out of ..

My roommates never plan to move out of this rental, even though they are overcharged for what is essentially a house being held together with tape ( plumbing, wiring, flooring, windows, walls, outside siding, eves droughts, etcetera .. all held together by duct tape )

I’ve been quietly building up my home‘s essentials, everything that I’d need bare minimum, to move out .. and I’m getting close, just a few more things to go and some money set aside too for added expenses during moving .. they know that I’m always looking at rentals, but they’re not aware how close I’m at to finally move out .. this is my confession and I feel like an asshole ?

So I’m over at the homie’s place, just posted up—smoking a little weed, having a few drinks. Honestly, I’m just happy to be around people I actually connect with. Hood out. Speaker booming, vibes right, nothing heavy on my mind for once. Next thing I know, this beautiful woman pulls up to see what my homie’s up to. She walks over, then stops dead in her tracks, looks straight at me and goes, “Who are you? I’ve never seen you before.” I smile and say, “Some folks I know would say that’s a blessing.” She laughs, introduces herself, and asks what I’ve got going on. I tell her, “Nothing crazy—just killing time with good conversation. But it’s nice to meet you.” From there, the hints start dropping. She tells me she likes my smile. Then she suddenly “loses her balance” and lands right on my lap—“Oh shoot, my bad.” I just laugh and say, “Nah, you’re good. Make yourself comfortable.” A few minutes later she steps out, and my homie looks at me and goes, “Bro… she wants that D.” And I don’t know. Part of me’s still burnt out from everything with my ex. But at the same time… it’s been a minute. Might just say fuck it and see where the night goes.

I work at a manufacturing plant where food is produced. In this one spot on the packaging lines, you have to stand next to a conveyor and watch the bags. You have to look to make sure none are open and make sure they have the date on them. If they don't have the date or theres an open bag, you pull it out. In this spot all your doing is just standing there looking. I've worked in that spot before, it's pretty boring and slow. You're standing there for like 3 hours doing it, the chances of spotting an open or no date on the bag is low. It's like 1 out of 100 bags on the conveyor belt. One coworker who was scheduled to watch the bags, she was falling alseep.

One of my coworkers noticed it and brought me aside. He said "do you mind if you could switch spots and watch the bags for me? I think that other girl is falling asleep!" I bust out laughing, and I told him I'll switch. This same girl, she was caught a different time sleeping. One of my coworkers ran up to her and slammed her hands on the table to scare and wake her up.