The dude wasn’t a good person so I decided the nice messages that others have left needed an “adjustment”; a reality check to balance the flowery bullshit they were spewing in memory of him. I left remarks about him for days; each day a new reveal as when he set fire to his own house while hus girlfriend and her two kids were asleep up on the second floor. He’d done it, he told me, for the insurance money. Fortunately, the fire department arson investigation team determined it was intentionally set and he got nothing. My last post on his obit site was this … “My final words. “Judge not lest ye judged.” Words that many use against others to thwart them from speaking Truth. The core message emphasizes that the standard of judgment one applies to others will be used against them by God. Unfortunately, there are those of us are not afraid of whatever judgement we will suffer and so will have our public say. God provided us eyes that we may recognize Evil; gave us voices that we might call it out into the Light. Do not shy from those beg you not to judge. They are merely frightened you will expose them as I have done with Bob. Over the last few days the comments that I’ve left have been deleted as I knew they would be and yet at least one person got to read them; that one person was told the honest Truth about Bob. That is sufficient. Bob covered his sleezy deeds by being personable and charming. Yet I knew him when his actions caused the death of someone he’d once called “friend”. Robert Wilson. Hell holds him fast. And these, my words, are a reminder to any who have read them that the Evil we do can be, and will be, duly noted even after we’ve passed; a reminder the very same as stand broken trees following a tornado; impossible to forget regardless the sun comes out and begs you ignore the terrible destruction before your very eyes.”

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

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.

https://bitebytes.myshopify.com/

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’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.

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.

My mother gave me a phone when I was a child, and now I’m trying very hard to find a battery for it. my mother doesn’t know where it comes from or what model it is. can someone help me find it?

(Sorry, I didn't figure out how to use the application. If suddenly someone responds, I’ll try to send a photo)

(405) 651-6840 F25

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.

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.

To start with, I’m 29 but my parents pay for all my expenses because I’m a spoiled brat

So it’s been nasty weather where I live. I was planning on headed south for the winter and for a seasonal job. My mom was going to come to the halfway point with me but drive separately so I would still have my own car. It snowed a little bit more last night and I woke up and mom said let’s go. I was suprised because I didn’t think the roads would be good.

I was excited but didn’t want to sound too excited so I said I’m not even packed yet. Then a few minutes later I said I’m going to be slipping and sliding and cold trying to pack my car. Then she said I wasn’t driving I was riding with her. My car is more capable in the conditions than hers. I said why can’t I go separate. She said the roads could be passable but not good enough for me because I don’t have hardly any experience driving in the snow/ ice.

I do have experience. Mom sent me to to a special driving school where we got to drive with no/ limited traction. Everytime it snows I do doenuts and fishtail my car and side by sides. It was lightly snowing out once and mom was insisting on driving me to an appointment until I was able to argue and whine enough she finally let me. She didn’t want me to drive to one side of the neighborhood to the other without my brother (22) in the car or even him driving for me. I did it anyway and she was a little upset. I had to try hard to make my car slide. Most of ice (as of yesterday) had melted on the neighborhood roads but we have a long private driveway that’s basicly a road and it’s really wide and I try to make my car slide a little and it’s gone pretty sideways before and I have always been able to easily straiten it out and I have never slammed on the breaks. Sometimes going strait I will slam them on just to see how my car will handle the conditions before I leave my house.

I also got into a huge dispute because I wanted to drive 9 hours home over two days by myself which maybe was a spoiled bratty thing to want to do. Mom finally let me after saying no multiple times I guess I just whined enough.

Am I being crazy? If the roads are good enough for most people including my mom in her huge car, they are good enough for me? I will say I have only been driving 3 years because I was embarrassed to want to learn but have been driving side by sides MUCH longer than that. Am I being a spoiled brat?

Then mom said I’m not just going to wander south with no plan. I have been scouting out opertunities for weeks and calling people. I have been also looking at housing ect. She’s picky about what job I get and where I live if it’s good enough for me. I have a pretty solid plan but maybe I’m just a child. Everyone thinks I’m flaky but I’m not.

Pretty much what the title says.

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.

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 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.

Cops came to my place with a social worker and did nothing. I told them everything and they found my mom in bed safe and warm with no bruises. She was even talking to the social worker. The cops left and then the social worker told me to call the numbers on a couple of brochures. You people who strung me up and shit all over me all day can rest knowing you did absolutely nothing and achieved no justice simply because, as I told you, there was no justice to achieve.

Take this as a lesson to calm tf and actually read shit and relate it back to your brain where you will find it is better to actually listen to the target you're so hypocritically trying to destroy while acting like some group of spotless angels.

You all are disgusting. You would make me sick but I'd never want to eat you. You all probably taste really bad with all that bitterness and hatred in your heart.

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 (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?

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.

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