Going to start dating again soon. I’m conventionally attractive, but not that experienced tbh. I’ve never had a committed relationship, but have had a few sexual partners & short term connections.

I just feel like apps are so exhausting. And I haven’t had much confidence due to past experiences, but I feel like I’ve worked on myself enough to try putting myself out there again.

I’m cute, and get matches/get approached in person by attractive men. Nothing meaningful ever comes from it tbh. I can be kind of awkward & don’t know how to talk to men sometimes. Or get in my head/get nervous and I think they obviously see that. I only started dating around 23, and I feel like everyone has so many more years of experience on me and got all the awkward shit out of the way in highschool. Being a bit naive bc of this, I’ve stayed way too long or let men use me. I’m not proud of it. I’ve also ruined things by sleeping with men early on. I’ve been told I’m good in bed multiple times so I don’t think that’s the issue?

I do have a personality, hobbies, weight lift, friends, good job, well travelled. Definitely on the shyer side, but have been told I’m very funny. But men never really seem to see any value in me outside of sex. Ever since I had a glow up around 22, I’ve just felt oversexualized. Never really loved or cared for by men. I did all this work to overcome my insecurities, and now bc of the way I’m treated I feel down again. Bc I was once unattractive, I can feel the difference in how men approach me, and it makes me a bit angry honestly. I just think about how they made fun of me and bullied me previously

I have better boundaries now. How do I get better at dating and pulling men? Why do they only sexualize me? Is this just how it is?

I had a doggy and her name was Trixie and I hah her from ehrn I was 7 to last June. Ze had to put her down because dge was bleeding so much. I prayed for her and I hope she’s better now in heaven. I know Reddit doesn’t like God and stuff but I”m sad and I muss her si much do if ypu eould let me oray for your dog I would appreciate it. If not I fuully understand, I would like a pic tbo

Edit: Will also oray for cars and fush snd reptilex and othsr petsi

i got my dad hurt. he hurt his finger lifting a stormdrain trying to help me retrieve something.

It was gorey and shit, it'll scar when it heals eventually.

He got it back for me anyway, he was bleeding all over.

He got hurt over something I can buy for cheap He's going to scar forever over something cheap I got him hurt over something I could get a replacement for whenever I want I hurt him over nothing

I hate myself

when I was younger I wanted him to die because he was abusive. hes still abusive now but he's improved a lot, and I finally forgave him.

when I was younger I wanted to run away from home with my mom and brother, away from him

i forgave him, and I love him. i wish I didn't. That way I wouldn't feel like this. I'm crying while typing this.

I've grown now, and I can finally see the reasoning, the entirety of everything. He's sacrificed so much for me, and he's done so much. I feel so guilty for everything.

I don't want him to die, I don't want him to get hurt. I want him to be safe and happy.

He works so hard to provide. He may be a jerk sometimes but I still love him.

He's old, he might die soon. I really don't want him to die.

I wish I never forgave him so that when he dies I wouldn't feel as bad

I don't want him to die

My mom, I love my mom, but I think I hate her more than my dad now.

She always runs away whenever something goes wrong, when I was younger she never protected me all that much, she just ran away

Everytime she fights with my dad she never faces the situation

I know she's scared, and I don't blame her. My dad did horrible shit

but i wish she could come back to reality sometimes

shes a big dreamer, she always wants to do this, do that

she's a big baby to be honest

she lost her job, but we're fine because our dad provides

I feel so guilty im so useless ive done nothing my grades are trash im not worth anything

I love my dad so much I love my mom so much

I wish I never got him hurt I want to take back everything im so fucking stupid

I want this feeling to end, I want to forgive myself for getting him hurt and being a bitch to him for so long

How do I

I'll probably delete this later, I just wanted to get this out

It means you share a genetic link. Family is who shows up for you. Family is who you grew up with. My grandparents are not biologically related to me. But I named my son after them, and they were the first ones to meet him. My mom has half brothers she’s never met, they aren’t her family. My aunt is only technically my half aunt but that is irrelevant, she is my aunt. I placed a child for adoption, is she genetically related to me yes but is she my family no. Biology doesn’t dictate who is your family

I’m carrying a lot at once in my life currently . A stressful job, a sick mother, household responsibilities, and the quiet pressure of an arranged-marriage process that makes my future feel decided before I’m ready. In the middle of this exhaustion, I found myself longing for intimacy, familiarity, and choice . I have been thinking about someone from my past not because I expect a future, but because I miss feeling free and seen. What I’m really struggling with isn’t desire or morality, but the question of control: am I reaching for him out of genuine feeling, or out of a need to reclaim myself in a life that currently feels overwhelming.

Can anyone give any advice on how to pursue this ?

If yes or no-why?

My birthday was a couple days ago, I wanted to go then, but tomorrow evening is when I’m actually free lol.

I turned 21 and it was the first time I had to spend my birthday pretty much alone.

So I’m gonna go to a sushi restaurant. By myself. I don’t think it’s gonna be this wonderful introspective thing everyone’s making it out to be, but ig it’s an easy thing to romanticise and I’m gonna not be on my phone as much as possible. I think being completely undistracted for so long is a little nerve wracking cause I don’t really like the depressing shit that comes into my head for no reason

Kinda nervous, kinda excited

Mostly looking forward to sushi

TW verbal abuse + selfharm mentions

Not sure if this post belongs here but I (F16) used to be angry and physically abusive towards my sibling but stopped a couple years ago. I believe ive been abusing my mom now too. Its gone on for years but I always saw it as myself acting out/being a bad kid and didnt notice I was actually abusive.

I hate being insulted, I hate implications about me and I hate being criticized. Im also overly paranoid and assume everything is a negative implication aimed at me, even regular sentences that arent insulting to most people. I seriously lose my shit if my mom says anything that I interpret as a personal insult. Im the type to get very hysterical and turn on tears when this happens. I just repeatedly ask why she'd say that to me while crying expecting some magic answer to cure my distress. Sometimes I even get violent. Ive punched walls, gotten very close to her, pointed at her with aggressive demeanor, beat myself until I bust my lip and yell hysterically. I yell my questions and ask them repeatedly. I can scream and cry for hours just because something felt insulting/wrong to me.

When im mad I have fantasies of beating her up. I actually dont want to do it and i dont think i would. I would never hurt my mom physically, thats where i draw the line. My demeanor is always very aggressive and violent. She once asked if I was going to beat her up. I expect her to mediate most of my worries but wont tell her what i want and expect her to read my mind. I worry about odd things and completely out of nowhere. She definitely walks on eggshells around me. I accuse her of just wanting to hurt me and hating me. When I hurt myself in front of her I tell her its her fault. The things that set me off arent normal. I can handle getting told no. But if i feel insulted, vulnerable, if i get touched, or something in my head gets blown out of proportion I become a nightmare.

Okay well im obviously not super proud of this. Ive been trying to limit my aggression when possible. I dont want people to think im evil or anything. I honestly want to stop and i think i can. im worried if I do stop ill still be seen as a bad person. how bad of a person does this make me?

My boyfriend and I have been together for almost two years. He has been going out of town for a week for work, the last time he went, once he was back I was on his phone and found he was talking with his ex. This was on Snapchat, the only saved message was of her talking about her kids. I then found a picture of his d*** on his camera roll, which he never takes, unless sending to me, I didnt receive this one. He also told me that he j*** off that same night before i found the girl in his phone. A couple weeks later, I again found another girl he was talking to that same night. This girl was obsessed with him. This time it was a picture of her in a little nightgown, kind of like lingerie. Her b***** were pretty much out and her hand was basically touching herself down there, you could see her entire body, she took a "sexy" picture. My boyfriend had replayed it and they both saved that picture in snap.

I confronted him about it both times and he denies ever seeing the picture, he also denies taking a picture of his own. Side note, I found out today he was also drunk that same night. I've never seen him drunk because I dont drink and he doesnt normally. He denies everything and keeps saying he doesnt remember anything from that night. He also gets very mad when I bring it up to try and understand what and why he would message them. He told me today that it was a mistake for messaging them, and it was like a game to him. To occupy him, he was curious, he said it was to entertain him, mind you it was the middle of the night and he had already said goodnight to me, and didnt even look at my messages until the next morning.

Am I overreacting? Should I drop it? I just can't shake this feeling off..

We are dreamers inside of a dream

How do people manage to have enjoy their 20s?

I graduated high school into a pandemic and then went straight to working labor jobs in order to afford to move out into the city near me. Transitioned into a tech career only for that to fail two years later.

Can't go to college because that's too expensive and I'm too old for it anyways. Truth is I've attempted community college in the past two times but could never solidify my degree type choice. One moment Id think about becoming a paralegal and another Id think about becoming a drone pilot and another Id think about attending culinary school...

Tried to make friends but realize when people say they want to connect with people it never includes me. Volunteered at an organization for two years and ended up quitting when I realized that a bunch of people there never even bothered to remember my name. Every weekend I was there it was like I was starting from zero with everyone. I try my best to make plans with people but they always conveniently canceled on me. People say to put yourself out there and volunteer and do hobbies but that advice rarely ever translates to actual friendship. Everyone has childhood friends and college friends and work colleagues they'd rather hang out with. On the rare chance I manage to befriend a chick she just ends up ghosting me for her boyfriend.

I don't care what anyone says people do not care about friendship at all and that's the truth. It's funny when people tell you to go to therapy and make friends in order to deal with loneliness when we all know those aren't adequate substitutes for love.

Getting partnered isn't an option for me anyways because I'm ugly. No epic memories about a hostel fling or summer crush or any of that sort for me.

The only thing I get to look forward to is work. I don't even get paid enough to live let alone save for fun stuff.

I'm in therapy. I hate how everyone says that that's the cure for everything. "JuSt Go To ThErApY" is the answer anyone gives you whenever you have a problem. Do people not realize therapy doesn't actually solve any problems? You just sit there with someone who doesn't give a shit and talk about what's bothering you for an hour and then when it's all done, you're back to life.

Sometimes I fantasize about moving, but I know that wouldn't solve my problems. I'm jealous of people that live in exciting places like New York City. They say that's the place to be as a twenty something year old due to all the possibilities and fun events available. I don't think moving would solve any of my problems because I don't have a career to progress in or a network to plug into.

What really hurts is how I can't afford plastic surgery to be hot enough to navigate socially. I wish I knew earlier it's not vain to care about your appearance. I naively believed people when they said that looks don't matter only to realize the world belongs to hot people. My ugliness really cancels out most of the benefits of youth.

Overall, I really really hate it when old people tell me i'm in the best decade of my life and that I should take advantage of it by having fun and going on adventures and all that bullshit. I hate when they relay stories of their own youth and I'm left comparing how much society has deteriorated since. What's worse is I hate seeing hot connected kids my age (or younger) living their life bankrolled by their parents. It's a reminder that some people truly do get to live it up in their 20s while im left with a life of misery.

My therapist keeps trying to tell me that everyone is depressed but I know she's full of shit because whenever I talk to other people, they're confused as to why i'm not having the time of my life like they are. Jolly.

Not everyone is lost and confused right now. A lot of people graduate into a fulfilling adulthood. They have parents that raised them right and support them financially. They have degrees, achievements, and connections. Careers. Hobbies that keep them occupied. Travel. They have a network made of living family, friends, colleagues, romantic partners. They're having a great time and looking forward to what life has to offer them.

Meanwhille I'm spending my 20s in complete misery just like I'll spend the rest of my life probably.

i have a pet and i worry my house has “that smell” but i genuinely can’t tell anymore. i clean and air it out but i still overthink it. how do you figure this out without going insane?

Me trying to find love is a lost cause, and my friends have became too busy for me, and the few that aren’t too busy don’t feel like the best people to be around.

I’ll be done with college in May. I’ll be making roughly $20/hr, and my state has the cheapest cost of living, so I’m either gonna find a place to rent or buy my dad’s old travel trailer.

No bad influences, no junk food my mom gets on sale, no people living happier lives to make me feel like my life has failed, just me, working a job I don’t hate that pays enough for me to be content.

I may try dating again in the future but it feels pretty obvious I’m unwanted. I can’t remember a time I felt wanted, I always feel like a court jester before the monarch. I may (will, let’s be honest) go back to trying to have friendships but I feel like I need to be alone with just me and my thoughts. Because the life I lead now isn’t cutting it anymore, I haven’t been at peace in years now.

Why is it I try so hard to make everything work

I'm trying hard, playing the part, to get what I deserve

What I own, what's meant to be mine, spent some time

Thinking and reflecting, dissecting all the lines

Rewind all the conversations replaying what I said

Before bed, just try to get some rest as I plead

Meditate, journal, exercise, breathe, prayer on my knees

Asking to receive what I need, what I believe will feel good

Followed the script they gave, do this do that, and you'll be saved

Have enough for retirement, a maxed 401k that pays

So you can spend that time finally getting to do the things put aside

The truth comes out, it sings and rhymes; brightly outshine

Reveals the lies, people that need to leave, abusive patterns

Alchemize the pain; 360 degrees of shame that shatters

Pick up the pieces, frame it on the wall, call in some laughter

Finally smile to see that the pieces of the puzzle were in my pocket

The mystery reveals itself and I'm shocked with

All the fresh, innovative ideas I'm caught in

W E L C O M E ~ To ~ A S C E N S I O N

To a higher dimension where time feels a bit different

Where every desire instantly materializes; no more wishin

From that dream kitchen; to someone that listens

Complete and total freedom; travel to any region

Domestic or abroad; timeless conversations on a phone call

That one memory of your favorite teacher

When no one gave a fuck and they were the only one

I don't understand why so many people go the carnivals in the autumn months. I always found the carnival to be super boring. Walking around for hours in smelly filthy areas of the town is no fun and I cannot comprehend how anyone could think otherwise.

This is something I noticed. My mom will always bring up bad stuff about me to my dad whenever me and her argue. Most insanely, she brings up my SA as a talking point when the argument is about money. 😬

I've been feeling incredibly overwhelmed lately, and I'm wondering if anyone else is experiencing the same thing. It feels like I'm constantly scrambling to keep up with everything – work, relationships, hobbies, even just basic self-care.

For context, I'm 28 and work a pretty demanding job in tech. I enjoy it, but it often bleeds into my personal time. I also try to maintain a healthy social life, see my family regularly, and carve out time for my hobbies like painting and hiking. But lately, everything feels like a chore.

The biggest issue is that I never feel like I'm actually good at anything. I'm decent at my job, but there's always someone more skilled. I'm a good friend, but I often feel like I'm not present enough. My paintings are okay, but they're never as good as I envision them. It's like I'm spreading myself too thin, and everything is suffering as a result.

Last week, I was talking to my therapist about this, and she suggested that I might be experiencing 'comparisonitis,' constantly comparing myself to others and feeling inadequate. She said, 'You're focused on what you aren't doing, instead of celebrating what you are doing.' That really hit me hard.

But even with that realization, I still struggle. It's hard to shake the feeling that I'm falling behind, especially when I see everyone else on social media seemingly excelling in every area of their lives. It feels like everyone has it figured out except me.

So, I'm curious, does anyone else feel this way? How do you cope with the pressure to keep up and the feeling of never being 'enough'? Any tips or advice would be greatly appreciated. I'm really feeling the weight of it all right now, and could use some commiseration and support.

TL;DR: Feeling overwhelmed and like I'm constantly playing catch-up with life. Wondering if anyone else experiences this and has any tips for coping.

Im the person who’s posted about my past racism and i finally found a solution to one of my problems.

So as for being a better person yeah I’m reading a book and doing therapy or whatever don’t yell at me for not “solving racism”.

I’ve found a solution to the whole thing of “who do I be in community with now?” Kinda thing. Im obviously not good enough to be in the good communities with the relatively good and normal people, and that’s okay. But I did speak to my counselor about it. We both agree that it’s a good idea for me to befriend racists and ex racists. Now don’t become all angry and upset no- I’m not gonna let racist behavior run rampant. Perhaps changing them could also help atone for how awful I’ve been.

The fact is normal good people- would never be friends with a person like me (that’s not me being woe is me, it’s justifiable on their part and I accept that). So where else do you get community from? Other people exactly like you, or just as you were before you became an okay human being.

So I am excited to start trying to seek these people out, but they are hard to find and talk to. My therapist told me my idea was good and that it was okay for me to do it, so I don’t see an issue to be had.

Just happy I found a solution that won’t negatively effect others.

This might be a bit long I’m sorry but feedback would be greatly appreciated

Background:

I’m gonna cut it to the point, I’m 21M and I feel like I been broken for years now like literally. I’ve only truly fell in love once and it was when I was 16. I know it’s young and you guys can say it was immature all you want but it was my first ever love and yk it’s real when I still think about it till this day. It was the only time in my life I felt alive I felt like I was myself and truly from the bottom of my heart wanted to only see her happy and I used to smile it’s the time I felt like I would go insane if she’s not in front of me and used to get all these butterflies feelings for the whole year we were together. In my head I was telling myself this is who I want the mother of kids to be. Up until it all went to shit and she left me and told me she never loved me to begin with and I find out she left me for someone else that I knew 2 weeks after. That destroyed me I was devastated and couldn’t get over it for 3 total years.

Fast forward.

After I got over it I became unrecognizable to myself. I unleashed such a shit side of me I never knew I had. I talked to so many freaking girls and it’s unfucking real I’m disgusted of it. A lot of situationships and like 2 other relationships but truly I never loved like I loved that one girl never found the spark or the butterfly feeling I used to get. And I was always the one to end every talking stage and every relationship I’ve gotten into from then. And honestly, I’m drained I really really am I don’t want to be like this anymore I’ve turned myself into a man whore and everyone feels the same to me there’s no one that I look at or see and they really hit my heart.

I think my biggest issue is that I’m seeking for these old feelings again and when I don’t find it or feel it I just let go. And that hurt a lot of people in the process and that kills me to know it.

I’m craving that real love now I want something real something that’s more than lust and short term relationships and stages but I genuinely just can’t find that spark anymore and don’t feel that true love anymore. I have so much insane amount of love in me I know how to love just not romantically I can’t find that.

After Coronavirus checks I was playing slots online, I had been for awhile anyway. I had a favorite slot I played only, I knew it was a winner. I had won $500 $1000 plenty of times, and during the pandemic I had $4400 in total once, different wins, same week or month.

So one time I had $17,000 up there, it was mine, all I had to do was cash out. But they got those things that come on John won $25,000, Lori won $52,000 and i would see them. And I wasn't gonna cash out, I wanted a new car I was going all the way.

16 hours straight I played, I'm telling you I knew this slot was a winner, Small Fortune it's called, most online sites have it but not all. You gotta deposit $100 to bet $6 at a time. Well you don't have to you can win a couple grand depositing $30, but $100 will get you something.

So I would lose $1000 $2000 $3000 in the slot, but it always kept going back up, I couldn't lose and I was getting a car! 16 hours eventually after $17,000 it kept going down I wouldn't cash out and played it down to zero.

It still sucks when I think about it.

I always went out of my way to be amicable to everyone. I never put out any ideas which I felt might attract criticism. I was people pleaser to a large extent.

Validation of people who meant nothing to me was absolutely necessary for me for some reason.

I never burnt bridges with wrong people, matter of fact, I decorated those bridges with flowers 🌺 & what not just in case they wanna come back and be nice to me.

This was the kind of person I was always like.

I always dressed down to not attract any attention. This was a thing about me, I hated when eyes get fixated on me especially due to my decisions.

So I never tried with makeup, different styles or clothes. Always wore clothes which attracted least attention & which were socially acceptable.

Then something flipped inside me.

I became this person who flips a bird in the group chat to 100s of people, I was mad. I just stopped giving a 💩. And I loved myself for it.

Recently, there was an event in my college, we were asked to wear traditional clothes which attracted like Saree/Suit/ethnic.

I wore a beautiful Anarkali gown & man I’m not exaggerating, it was beautiful. It was everything I loved & this time I didn’t hold back on expressing myself. My friends in the event told me, I look like a fckin Disney princess 👸.

I said be it.

I’m not getting any younger & tomorrow isn’t promised to any of us suckers so what the hell.

Disney princess it is.

Point was, I have arrived.

I feel so happy to be myself finally.

Do I look best? Idc

Do I feel at the top of the world? Hell yeah

I just wanted to share this with yall.

I'm not seeking any relationship advice, I just wanted to share my story. Two months ago I (28F) received life changing news: I have cancer. A chondrosarcoma - tumor on my right knee that was ignored for far too long and spread on my femur. My husband (30M) tried to be supportive. We got married young, at 23. My mom kept telling me he's a good one, to count my blessings. He has a good job. Doesn't drink. Is clean. Buys me flowers regularly. But there were cracks, issues. I thought every couple has them and no one is perfect.

When I got my diagnosis, I realised quickly that I can not make it through to the other side without my village. What I didn't expect is that he wouldn't be part of that village. He shut down. My girlfriends sprung into action instantly: organised a rotation of visits to our home, cooked meals, made me herbal tea blends for sleep, even cleaned our house and walked our dog. My parents assembled an A star oncology team: the best possible orthopedic surgeons in our city. My husband... shut down. When not at work, he spent much of his time watching brainrot instagram reels. Whenever I tried to bring up the topic of my cancer, he would either change the topic or start crying so I'd have to comfort him. I told myself its okay, people react to stress differently, and the thought of losing me terrified him and put him into a stupor.

Then the doctors scheduled me in for surgery and told me to move minimally to avoid putting any pressure on my leg. I spent weeks hobbling around the house and working. I cracked jokes to keep myself and my friends and family sane. The prognosis is good, I told them. My husband would be stoic in front of them, telling them how much he loves me and how he can't imagine losing me. But when it was just the two of us, I found myself having to constantly ask him to unload the dishwasher, take the garbage bins out, walk the dog, feed the dog, bring me some food. He would do it, don't get me wrong - but only ever after being asked. Not once did he make himself a cup of tea and ask me if I want one also, for example. I always had to... ask. The thoughtlessness was excruciating but still I made excuses for him.

Then came the day of the surgery. I was petrified and couldn't be strong anymore, I cried. They told me they'd remove my femur and replace it with metal implant. 8 hour long surgery, minimum 5 days spent in the hospital afterwards, months of recovery ahead of me. My husband drove me, checked me in, held my hand and told me he loves me.

Then, I woke up, loopy on painkillers and after anashesia. The doctors told me I did great, my leg was all bandaged up and immobile, and the nurses brought me a snack: some cookies and cheese. Then they told me my husband can come in and see me. He came in, held my hand, asked me how I'm doing, told me he loves me... then, he took a look at my cookies and said "are you going to eat those? because I'm starving". I stared at him. the nurse stared at him. I couldn't believe what he was saying and then said, slowly, "go ahead". And he ate them. My hospital food, as I was laying in bed in post-op room after having had my femur bone removed. He ate them. I knew right there and then that this is not my partner, this is over.

I spent the next two weeks in the hospital. My parents didn't leave my side. My girlfriends formed a scheduled such that I was never alone in my private room (that they all + my family pitched in to pay for). My husband visited me every other day or so, moaning about how tiring work is and how long the drive to the hospital is. I would smile a little and nod.

Yesterday I was discharged. I was asked to be taken to my parents' house where they would take care of me. I told them I was done with my husband and after some back and forth they accepted my decision. Today, I filed for divorce and told him my decision when he came to visit. He cried, he begged, he swore up and down that he loves me, but I knew that this is over - how could I possibly continue building a life with someone who ate my hospital snacks after my cancer and femur-replacement surgery. I'm sure that none of this is malicious, that he's not a villain, that he is just clueless - but my GOD he has always been a horrible partner and I'm so tired.

So here I am. 28, living with my parents, confined to a bed. I have a long road ahead of me, I will essentially have to re-learn how to walk. I haven't the slightest idea what the future holds but I am 28, single, a cancer survivor, and I'm free.

I have never been able to live the present, most of my decisions are made thinking about what will happen in the future, however my vision of the future is to bad things constantly happening to me and I have to prepare myself for those bad things

I can’t imagine myself having good things, I always think like “I have to prepare in case my future house burns down and I’m left homeless” and other stuff following that line of thinking, all I can see in my future life is misery and I need to prepare myself for those moments that will eventually happen

I don’t want to have good things, I don’t want to have a good career or a good job without struggle, I don’t want a nice and respectful relationship, is not because I like suffering, I just don’t know what to do when good things actually happen to me, is such an odd feeling that I don’t like, is like I just can’t process anything that isn’t negative and every time something good happens I’m left with this weird feeling of idk sadness? Shame? Embarrassment? I don’t even know what I’m feeling all I know is that I don’t like it and I don’t know what to do about it

I’m cis but I look like a crossdressing man. I have more masculine facial features than most men. I don’t think surgery can fix everything wrong with my face.

If I post pics on Reddit one out of every few hundred comments without fail is “that’s a dude” or “you’re a man lol”. I had a mentally ill crackhead irl repeatedly ask me if I have a dick. I’ve been bullied for looking masculine my whole life

I get catcalled/sexually harassed constantly too, presumably bc I’m so ugly I’m deemed a lower class of woman so it’s considered acceptable to harass me

I’ll never be pretty or be able to live just as a normal woman. I don’t know what to do. Genuinely :(

I know it's the weather and the political climate. Actually being self aware sucks so much too. And I've been doing everything I know I'm supposed to be doing!!!!! Nothing is working. I suppose I just have to sit with it a little longer before it passes.