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ok so like YES I definitely wanna make money not only bc I wanna spend it on what I want to spend on but also like I WANNA GET AWAY FROM MY PARENTSSS Okk like ofc ive looked online. Sooo like but I’m tryna get into digital marketing so selling products online? But my problem is what are ONLINE products people actually want ?? abd where to sell ? (But tbh ive got an idea on how to do that ) Okk so i wanna use my PayPal account for money but with how strict PayPal is w minors broo I might lose all my money😭🙏 so any suggestions?? So I was also considering yt but it gonna take A WHILE before I get 1k subs AND I gotta get views. The only ive actually made is from survey WHICH TAKE LIKE A MONTH TO DO BRO . (But altleast it’s something ❤️‍🩹) Okk so like the ‘grownups’ or literally someone in my situation that wants to make money young so any advice?? Like about digital marketing or literally anything else?

Ok but back to my parents tho LIKE I WANNA MOVE OUT WHEN I CAN BUTTT like wgen I do make money I cane across a video about u actually have to pay taxes even when online. BRO IDK HOW TO FLIPPING DO THAT LIKE AND IF I GET MAIL MY PARENTS ARE SURE TO FIND OUT. Also like I’m an immigrant, so if imma move out what’s gonna happen like how would things work out?? I’m not very educated on visas😭

Hi, I'm A. I'm a pretty good student. I live in a small town. The story I'm about to tell you happened today, a few hours ago.

I'll start with the fact, today my brother is hosting a birthday party for his friends. I was supposed to help with the preparations and stay to help him serve the people. I had a movie planned with my friend, and I helped before it. But I didn't tell my parents about the fact that we would be going to McDonald's afterwards. My friend and I were obviously very happy when we went to the cinema to see it. It was fine. Now, it was time for McDonald's: unfortunately, it was far from our town, so it was kind of a bummer cause we had to go by bike. I had notifications turned off. Once we arrrived, the queue was so long we waited like 10 minutes. The entire time I was watching the time and getting a little nervous. It was 16:40 once we got our food, I had to be in my house at 16:30... But it was too late to turn back now. Honestly, I wish I told her I have to go back home, but now it's too late. Once I finished eating, I went to the bathroom at 17:17 where upon I saw 3 missed calls from my mother, so I messaged her 'I just finished my movie'. Then we rode back to our house, laughing. I came home. My father was waiting by the door, saying my mother went to their friends to wash (the water isn't fine at the moment). He said she was waiting since 16:00. Panic kicks in. He asks me if I wanna go to her. I don't answer but grab a towel and some shampoo and he drives me there. My mother is by the fence because apparently their water's turned off. My mother yelled at me, saying she waited for two hours (it was 17:40) to go with me to their friends. Then we drove back home. The party was gonna start at 18:00. She asked me why didn't I tell them. I said 'I don't know" and she continued. She ahd every right to be mad at me, so I kept being mute. My stupidity went through the roof and I knew it. I blocked my friend because she said she was gonna beat me to death once I was back in school. I hate me. Now I have to help him. I just wanna cry my face off. I was also supposed to go to a sleepover at her house... Now I can't because it's my fault.

I hate it. I just want to kms. But I feel like that's a waste, and that's my second time where I lied and didn't get away with it.

I don’t think I’m capable of thinking rationally. I’ve been in an almost six-year relationship, but should I stop counting? Where do I even start? I guess I should begin with the time he entertained another girl during my father’s funeral. I asked him why he did that to me, and he told me he didn’t know what he was doing. He also said that, during that day, he saw our roommate and came to his senses, sending the girl away. I find his reasons unacceptable even now.

Then, he told me that he lost the spark in our relationship. I understand, since we are human, and everyone has their own circumstances in life. Gradually, I lost it too. I started the breakup, but I couldn’t bear being away from him. After everything that happened, we talked. He cried, and I told him that we could make the relationship work again, but he said he didn’t know. We live together now, but without labels. I stopped asking if we could make it work because we’re both busy, especially since we’re in our last year of college.

Even though we’re together, I’ve gradually lost the sense of safety I once felt when I first met him. Yet, there’s still something inside me that wants to hold on to him. We’re together, but he can’t call me by name, he doesn’t express that he loves me, and he never talks about making this relationship work again. I have a plan in my mind to leave him after graduation. Why? Because I’m his only support in his chaotic world. I’ve always considered his situation. He’s still so good to me, taking care of me, cooking for me. But in the process, I’ve lost myself. I don’t know what to do anymore.

He’s my first in everything. I know some of you might laugh at how bad my choices are, but I think it’s a fierce battle between my mind and my heart that refuses to accept it.

im 11, and its tiring. im chinese born in australia. sometimes i want to rip my hair out. Why? because the ASAT exists. The asat is the most competitive exam for year 6's. its in 29 days and im stressed. its like my life revolves around the asat. im tired. studying is hell. when i ACTUALLY study my parents get mad at for studying. like they keep saying that im not studying and basically unmotivate me. its like when u wanna put away the dishes without being told, but then ur parents tell u to. LIKE ITS SO FRICKEN ANNOYING. it keeps happening over and over. i jst waste more time crying and wondering what i did wrong to deserve this. its tiring honestly

sometimes it really feels like no one even sees me, like i’m just some background noise in my own house. my parents are always busy yellin at each other or complainin about bills or stressin over stuff that i guess matters to them but like, never once do they ask how i’m doin. not even a simple “you okay?” or “how was your day?” it’s like they don’t even remember i exist unless it’s to tell me to do chores or turn the music down. i come home from school, go straight to my room, and that’s it. dinner is usually silent, if we even eat together at all. nd if i say something, they either ignore me or act like i’m bein dramatic. like bro, sorry i have feelings?? and my little sister gets all the attention too, like if she even sneezes mom rushes over like it’s the end of the world, but if i say i’m tired or sad, i just get told to stop being lazy. like wow thanks, that really helps.

at school it ain’t much better either. i got a few people i talk to but it’s not like real friends. more like people i sit near in class and joke with sometimes, but no one who really knows me. i don’t got that one friend who texts first or checks in or invites me to stuff. most weekends i just sit in my room scrollin on my phone while watchin the same shows over and over. nd sometimes i post stuff online hopin someone will comment or like it just so i feel like i’m not totally invisible. but most the time it’s just silence. everyone says “reach out” if you’re strugglin, but like… reach out to who?? the people who already don’t notice me? my parents who only care when i mess up? sometimes i just wanna scream like HELLO I’M HERE, but i already know it wouldn’t matter.

i try to act normal at school, smile and joke around so no one thinks anything’s wrong. but inside i’m just tired. tired of feeling like i don’t matter. tired of pretendin like it’s all fine. nd i kno people got it worse, i do, but that doesn’t make my feelings fake. i just want someone to care. like really care. not just when it’s convenient or when they want somethin from me. i don’t need big speeches or anything, just someone to say “i see you.” someone to sit with me even if we don’t talk. cuz right now it just feels like i’m floatin through life, watchin everyone else live while i’m stuck in this loop where nothin changes. maybe one day it’ll get better, maybe i’ll get outta this place, find people who make me feel like i matter. but right now? it feels like no one cares about me. and honestly… maybe they never did.

Hey everyone, I’m not usually one to air my personal stuff, but I really need some advice here. For the past few months, I’ve had this gut feeling that my wife might be cheating on me, and it's eating me alive. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but the signs are starting to pile up, and I’m just not sure what to do.

It all started when she began staying late at work more often. At first, I didn’t think much of it—she’s always been dedicated to her job. But then, she became super protective of her phone. She used to leave it lying around, but now she keeps it close and seems to be on it all the time, even at odd hours. And when I casually ask about her day, her answers feel...vague? Like she’s hiding something.

Then there are the little things. She started dressing up more than usual, even just to “run errands” or meet friends. It’s almost like she’s trying to impress someone. I’ve tried to brush it off, telling myself I’m being paranoid, but every time I bring it up, she gets defensive or says I’m just being insecure. It makes me feel like maybe I’m overthinking, but part of me feels like my concerns are valid.

To make things worse, I found a receipt for a fancy dinner that she said was a "work thing," but I know her company usually doesn’t do dinners like that. I keep second-guessing myself, and now I’m stuck in this loop of anxiety. I don’t want to accuse her without solid proof, but I also can’t keep living in this uncertainty.

So here I am, asking for advice. Has anyone else been through this? How do you confront someone you love without it turning into a huge fight? Should I even bring it up again, or am I just being paranoid? Any advice would be appreciated—I feel like I’m losing my mind here.

For the longest time, I’ve been stuck in this cycle of excuses. I’d wake up every morning telling myself I’d make changes, that today would be different, but by the time the day ended, I was back to square one. Whether it’s eating healthier, exercising, or even just cleaning my space, I keep putting it off. I’d tell myself, "I’ll start tomorrow," but tomorrow never seems to come.

Yesterday was my breaking point. I was scrolling through social media and saw an old friend post about running their first marathon. I remember how we used to run together, how much I loved it back then. And now? I can’t even jog up the stairs without feeling winded. It hit me like a ton of bricks—what am I even doing with my life? Why do I keep finding reasons to avoid what I know I need to do?

I looked around my apartment after that. Clothes piled up on the floor, dishes in the sink from who-knows-how-many days ago, and a gym membership card collecting dust on the counter. That’s when it finally clicked—it’s time to stop. It’s time to stop avoiding the hard stuff, time to stop pretending everything will fix itself, and time to stop being my own worst enemy.

I don’t have a perfect plan yet, and honestly, I’m scared I’ll slip back into my old habits. But I know I can’t keep going like this. If I don’t make a change now, when will I? Maybe writing this out will help me stay accountable. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re feeling stuck too, maybe it’s time to stop and take the first step. We’ve got this.

I've come to the harsh realization that perhaps, I'm not the nicest person around. In my mid-thirties, I find myself surrounded only by a single friend and a girlfriend, yet I can't shake the feeling that I'm somehow superior to others. My lifestyle is quite reclusive; I shy away from any social gatherings related to work, and most of my routine revolves around my job, hitting the gym, smoking weed, and cycling. Traveling and cycling in the forest are my escapes, the rare times I don't feel swamped by depression.

Interacting with people, especially in groups, is a daunting task for me. The fear of turning red-faced and being judged negatively is always lurking. Thus, I avoid such situations altogether. There's a worrisome intensity in the way I live; I indulge too often in alcohol or getting high, viewing people merely as elements that enhance my own existence. My eyes wander too freely, admiring every attractive woman I come across, often blatantly flirting in the presence of my girlfriend. Even though these thoughts are never vocalized, I often catch myself belittling others or feeling utter disdain towards them internally.

I confess to being a staunch atheist, holding a disdainful view towards those who are spiritually inclined, believing myself to be smarter, better-looking, and stronger. The resentment builds whenever I see someone possessing what I desire, although I manage to keep this anger bottled up within.

Dominating these emotions is a profound sense of isolation, mixed oddly with a perverse comfort in wallowing in my misery. Sometimes, hurting my own feelings seems like a twisted form of pleasure, perhaps because it means feeling something at all.

My family background does little to lighten my outlook. My brother lives with the dark shadow of being a murderer and a former heroin addict. My father was a violent man, devoid of emotions, who ultimately took his own life. My mother, afflicted by illness so severe that she has been bedridden since my childhood, sparks a guilt within me for not taking care of her. However, I've chosen a path of self-preservation as dedicating myself to her care would consume my own existence entirely.

This life I've crafted for myself is one I despise, yet a part of me feels I shouldn't. With a good education, a well-paying job, and an undeniable appeal to women, I should feel fulfilled. Instead, I’m left feeling empty and, frankly, disgusted with myself for sounding like a self-pitying fool. What the hell is wrong with me?

Despite my efforts not to belittle others overtly, the impression that people don’t like me is hard to shake off. Loneliness is a constant companion.

If I were to join a reality show, my character might be polarizing. Would the audience appreciate my brutally honest introspections, or would they be repelled by my self-confessed arrogance and emotional detachment? It's intriguing yet terrifying to ponder how my persona would unfold under the constant scrutiny of cameras and a public audience.

I chose the friendship stories category but yeah it's related to friendship, love, family, work... I am like that.

I grew up in a very religious family where our faith has always guided our lives and choices. The teachings I’ve known my whole life tell me that being gay is wrong, and yet, I feel these undeniable attractions that make me question everything. I’ve tried to push it down, to change, to pray it away, but it’s always there, a part of me I can’t ignore.

I don’t know how to reconcile my beliefs with who I am. It feels like every day, I’m torn between two worlds: the expectations of my family and faith, and the reality of my own heart. Am I wrong for feeling this way? Is this something I can change, or should I even try? I’ve heard so many opinions, but deep down, I just want to know if I can truly be at peace with both my faith and myself.

If anyone has gone through something similar, or if you have advice, I’d really appreciate hearing from you. I feel so lost and alone in this struggle, and I just need someone to help me see a way through this.

Being a mom is the most rewarding and terrifying thing I’ve ever done. My little girl is only two years old, but every single day, I find myself wondering: am I doing enough? How to be a good mother when it feels like there’s so much to figure out?

Some days, I feel like I’m nailing it. We play together, she laughs at my silly songs, and I can see how happy she is. But then there are moments when I feel like I’m completely failing. Like yesterday, when I lost my temper because she spilled juice on the carpet after I told her three times not to run around with her cup. She cried, and it broke my heart because all I could think about was, “What kind of mom yells at a two-year-old over juice?”

I read parenting blogs and watch videos on how to raise happy, confident kids, but it’s overwhelming. There’s so much advice out there, and half of it feels contradictory. Be strict, but not too strict. Let them explore, but set boundaries. Make healthy meals, but don’t stress if they eat nuggets and fries once in a while. I’m trying to do it all, but is that even possible?

I see other moms who seem to have it all together—perfectly dressed kids, Pinterest-worthy lunches, and spotless homes. Meanwhile, I’m just proud if I can get her to daycare on time with matching socks. Sometimes, I wonder if they’re struggling too and just hiding it better.

I love my daughter more than anything, and I want her to grow up feeling loved, supported, and safe. But how do I know if I’m doing it right? Is there some magic formula on how to be a good mother, or is it just about showing up every day and doing your best?

If anyone has advice or has felt this way too, I’d love to hear it. I’m trying so hard, but some days it feels like I’m just fumbling through.