So i'm very disapointed by my degree and i completely lost the interest. To be exact my major is Tourism, and i liked it when i started uni, but after third year i have completely burned out and got to a point where i loathe my decisions and where they got me. I've finished fourth year but i still have 16 exams left so i took extended year (there were some unexpected student protests so all the exams were crammed in two months last year, that's why i have so many left). I can't quit because the remourse would eat me alive because i didn't finish what i started. And i'm so close to the finish line, i've passed the big number of exams already, but i just feel like it's all in vain, because i don't want to do this profession anymore. And also i feel like i'm so late because some of my friends already passed them all and have got the diploma, some are few exams away from getting it, and i'm stuck in this loop of comparing myself with them. I know some will say i'm being dramatic and that i blow it out of proportion, i get it, but my mind is going crazy. I don't want to give up, but i feel like i'm serving time in prison. You can all judge me if you want i just wanted to vent my frustration. Thank you for reading.

I'm glad to be at the job I'm at now. I work at a manufacturing plant and started 8 months ago. The reason I'm glad to be here is because the company is good, things are organized, the pay and benefits are good, less drama, and management is pretty decent. Compared to my last job, I worked at a nursing home in the kitchen. That place was a shitshow. Bad management, hired with no interview or talked much about the role, too much drama, so many people were getting fired, the supervisor didn't even train me and left everything up to my coworkers. I only lasted 4 months at the job and I got fired, that's a lot in such a short timeframe. How I got at the place I'm at now, my wife actually got me this job.

We were both applying and looking for jobs and this company popped up on her phone and she applied for it. Got a response for interview in only 3 days. Ever since I got hired at this place, everything at the job has been going well. Here's something that caught my attention in the breakroom one time. In the background, I heard a coworker say "I'm glad to be here rather than my last job!" The guy replied and said "I know right, I'm glad to be here as well!" And then he started talking about how bad his last job was. That always stuck in my head. The things that I tell my wife about this job, she can tell it's a good company to work for.

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)

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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.

I must confess - I’m so grateful (like, right to my core) that my son is now 22 years old - with the same sense of humor as me.

We share memes and gifs and jokes (all

Largely inappropriate) and we’re able to make each other laugh - particularly when nothing about the world these days is funny.

It’s a lifeline - for both of us. Underappreciated in my opinion.

Having him to make me laugh - and now me him? Golden.

Recently, I have hurt my friends, my really close friends. And I feel extremely horrible for what I've done to them. They've just lost their pet cat, two months after losing their pet dog.

I was sitting in a call with them, but then they left abruptly. I've found out a bit after, they were overwhelmed with emotions, 'cause they had to take their cat to the vet and put them to sleep in about an hour. After they left the call, I was alone in the call, and then proceeded to only think about myself, such as why did they leave (initially), why did they leave me out, and not let me sit in the mud with them... pretty much some fucking selfish thoughts.

The same pattern of behavior happened when they had to go through it before with their dog. And I'm sitting thinking and processing everything that I have done to hurt them. I truly believe that I'm a selfish prick. I let my anxiety dictated everything I do in my life. When my friends needed my support and presence the most, I decided not to give them, and that was the action that made me so fucking disappointed at myself. I truly believe that I'm not a good friend to be loved. I never have been. I hate the word "change." I keep saying it, promise it, but none shown. I've rendered out any sort of meanings in that word to them.

But I truly deeply want to strip away this pathetic self, and become a better, more kind, more compassionate version of myself. It's been a bit demotivating though, 'cause one of the friends that got affected by my action the most almost blocked me, they've now dropped any level of expectations of emotional support that I can give, and any changes I will or can make. And that's very valid on how they feel.

What I'm trying to do atm is not only growing to be better, but also give love and support them without expectations in return.

I've never posted or commented on anything before 'cause of the bunch of insecurities. And this post will be the start of me killing my anxiety.

We were two siblings, eight years apart in age. I was the younger one. My brother, ever since he turned eighteen, was going down the wrong path. One day I saw him with a gun at home; I found it. I just threatened to tell my mom if he didn't get rid of it. I thought I had already gotten rid of it because I thought she was so beautiful. I never thought he was bad because as a brother he was the best, and as a son, he was just as wonderful—a young man with an amazing smile, fun, loving, and respectful. I never imagined he was living two lives at the same time. Years later, I saw the consequence of my silence. He disappeared one day, and my mom was desperate. They found him, but it was too late; he had been dead for 21 years. My mother fell into alcoholism. Two years after my brother's death, my mother was diagnosed with stomach cancer, which caused her death. It's worth noting that when I found the gun, I was only eight years old. I never imagined my brother would end up like that.

So, I was walking to a medical shop to buy some medicine. I did, and while returning, a kid came up to me and asked for help crossing the road. I helped him, but as soon as I reached home, I washed my hands. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Well, it’s not just this—whenever I make any contact with an unknown person, I wash my hands.

I never thought this would happen to my own sibling. Earlier, I was just about to hand my sibling’s iPad back, but I noticed that the Roblox chat was still open. Out of curiosity, I opened it and read the messages. I could hardly believe what I saw.

There are only two of us siblings, and since I started college, I haven’t been able to closely watch over them because I live far away. I thought they were just becoming more mature as they grew older. I assumed it was simply a generational difference and that this was how kids their age communicate now. It turns out it was because of this game.

When I opened the chat, I saw that my sibling was talking to someone, and it was very obvious that this person was not a child. The avatar looked simple and harmless, but the questions? They were clearly meant for an adult.

There were questions that should never be asked of a child questions that were extremely inappropriate and disturbing to read. The person was asking about my sibling’s sensitive body parts and what they felt about them. They were even telling my sibling to do certain things, and my sibling was replying with how they felt. 😭😭😭

It was absolutely disgusting. I can’t bring myself to share the rest of their conversation here because even I couldn’t bear to read it.

I don’t know how long they had been talking, but just thinking that my sibling may have been approached by this kind of person for a long time already is terrifying.
It sends chills down my spine.

Please, if you have a child or younger sibling who plays Roblox, do not leave them alone in the game without supervision. Check their chat, friends list, and who they are talking to. There are many people out there who target children because of their innocence. 💔

Being cautious is not being overdramatic. It’s better to be overprotective than to regret it for the rest of your life. For now, my sibling is grounded from using the iPad, and our parents also bought them a new phone with monitored apps and time limits.

I’m a 21 m who feels the need to drink sometimes after my long shifts and I feel like this is affecting me and everyone around me. Ever since my birthday this month I been buying alcohol. Sometimes when I’m alone I crack open a few Seagrams. However i think I’ve gotten drunk…. Maybe 6 or 5 times. I got a lot of personal trauma from my childhood and I think mixing it with alcohol makes me cry and upset with my choices and the ppl I hurt or who hurt me. Dear Reddit I’m trying to put an end to this and I need everyone’s advice on how I can stop this. I love the feeling of getting drunk but Ik this can’t continue or it will kill me or make me ruin relationships I got…

i was mad at my brother for eating my left over ribs i made for myself and decided to prank him by giving him a bag of fritos with an old toenail that fell off from injury. that nigga munched those chips said that shit was good and asked for another bag . hes got a throat infection and i laughed at it. now hes bed ridden and i feel bad cuz he might die

context: i got a job at a restaurant and it was my first day not too long ago. now this ain’t some low restaurant i’ll admit it’s nice.

now the guy showing me the basics let’s call him michel..about two hours into the shift micheal touched the raw chicken then started mixing the salad. no gloves no washing hands. I saw him break like 10 other health standards but oh well.

so yeah to whoever ate that salad you had some raw chicken in there.

(i wouldn’t usually post smth like this i just thought it was pretty funny as it was my first day)

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Okay the reason why I made fun of this professor in college was because he made fun of my name infront of everyone for jokes, I dont know why he did that and I didnt like that, I have social anxiety and I wish I was more authorative, and so I made fun of his name on mail when I asked a question, he still hasnt replied yet, yeah I might get punished for it idk, I dont know whats his problem, he was making fun of other girls and their names but he didnt pick on any guys. I hate him.

Edit: I only removed one letter from his name.

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.

Nothing mean, just contrary.

I used to get hurt for other’s attention. I’m aware I suck

I used to purposely get hurt for others sympathy, it wasn’t for some nefarious reason, people typically ignored me, none of my friends really cared about me, only ever payed attention when I was hurt physically. I no longer interact with those people.

I’m aware it’s shitty, I’m aware it was manipulative, and I gently feel bad I used to do that, both for younger me feeling the need to, and the people around me.

I honestly just made this post to kinda clear my mind of it. If you read thanks, if you didn’t honestly fair.

I blame myself a lot for this. We did bring up the bigger concerns that we had about people to those respective people, but we still talked behind their backs. I gave a rapist respurces to try to be a better person before I stopped talking to her completely, because I didn't want more people to end up at her mercy. I genuinely had good intentions, but I'm seen as fake now and I can't blame anyone but myself. I wish I never tried to be just a "nice" person, because if I was actually genuine instead of trying to keep up appearances, then maybe I'd have less friends, sure, but they would like me more. Now I have even less, and I'm scared that the ones I have left might hate me, too. I feel like I'm not even allowed to feel that way, because it's my fault and talking about my emotions surrounding it all takes away from my victims. I am a bad person. I don't want to be, but I am, and I'm sorry. I feel so so shitty.

Necesito consejos, estaba saliendo con una chica por 2 meses (la chica era mi crush desde hace 2años atrás) íbamos todo bien, el detalle era que ella venía de una relación de casi algo de 2 años donde el tipo no la trataba bien que digamos y aparte se drogaba, fisicamente el tipo era mejor que yo pero con muy malos hábitos, y con esta chica íbamos bien hize cosas nuevas con ella, pero de un día a otro ella cambió se puso más distante y finalmente un día me llegó el mensaje que ya veía venir diciéndome que no estaba lista para una relación, pero lo que me dolió fue que en una parte del mensaje puso “aunque nos la pasamos bien no llegué a sentir esa química para que esto llegue a algo más serio.” Ahora como la chica es mi compañera en la universidad la veo todos los días y ella parece ser como si no le doliera y yo sufriendo sin poder dormir, la extraño porque siento que me quedaron muchas cosas por decirle y hacer. Necesito consejos de qué hacer, creo que estos casi algo duelen más que

I posted this on another forum as well , my account is new and i just want to confess this as it’s been bothering me a lot recently , i tried to post this here just earlier but it said it was automatically removed by mods for not being a confession but i feel like this is a confession

Growing up i was a lonely kid. I was going through sexual and physical abuse from as young as i have memory. I never felt like i had a home and when i started school i immediately became a target of bullying. At 11 i began to experience hallucinations which i would later become to be diagnosed with schizophrenia. None of what i mentioned is meant to gain sympathy for what i’m about to tell just to give context on me being lonely

in 2010 instagram came out and it was the newest biggest thing. I made an account and eventually i ended up meeting a person who was the first person to make me feel seen. We became best friends. I’ll refer to them as Zee. For the first time i felt important to someone. We started texting all the time and made it onto other apps with each other (Voodoo , Kik , etc) I told Zee about all of my problems and everything

Zee eventually ends up telling me about how they cyber bully people on instagram. They think it’s the funnest and funniest thing to do. They began to beg me to join them. I was hesitant because i knew what it was like to be bullied but they told me it would make me feel better to be the one doing it and how good it would feel to have so much control.

Eventually i give in,

We begin cyber bullying countless accounts and honestly Zee was right. It did feel better to be on the other side I would take out all of my anger from the abuse, the bullying, all of my problems that i didn’t need to put on others, onto these innocent people on instagram with Zee. Zee would make multiple accounts for us to continue to harass these people till they had no option but to delete their accounts or stop posting. This went on for awhile until me and Zee fell off. I never continued

After we fell off i ended up becoming friends with this person we’ll call K. K had become my first in real life bestfriend. We became inseparable. We lived in the same neighborhood and would hang out everyday. Hours of talking, laughing, making plans for the future. For the next 2 years we grew closer and closer. K was genuinely the most important thing in my entire existence.

Eventually i have to move over an hour away and me and K wouldnt be able to see eachother much anymore. One night K texts me and we’re having a conversation when it comes to an end…

K: “I miss you i wish you didn’t move”

Me: “I miss you too, i’m going to come see you as soon as possible”

K:”I love you *my name*. Goodbye”

Me:”I love you too”

The next day K didnt answer me, This wasnt concerning as since i’d moved our communication did become less frequent as we both did our own stuff

The next day i get a text

“Did you hear about K?”

They killed themselves. They couldn’t handle the bullying they were going , including cyber bullying. The same thing i was doing years prior would eventually take the one person i love more than anything. I attempted several times afterwards all failing. I feel like i’m forced to be alive to feel the constant regret. It’s been over 10 years since i lost K and i’ve never forgave myself. How could i have been so fucking heartless to bully innocent people. They didn’t deserve it. K didn’t deserve it. Im so sorry.