What would you say if nobody knew it was you?

STG "people", and especially women just like causing problems. If they can't do it directly they'll do it by ignoring your PTSD diagnosis you've told them about a dozen times, make you open old wounds that they know damn well they can't help you close, and then act confused about why you're hurt and what role they could have possibly played.

Shits fucking old and needs to fucking stop. It won't because that'd require effort on behalf of other people, but it really fucking needs to stop

and the only people more annoying than reddit feminists are the ones who think they can relate and then bitch about trauma dumping when they realize they can't. That or the ones who pressure me into spilling everything just to bitch about trauma dumping because they can't help. Stop trying to pressure people into telling you shit when they tell you that they know you can't help. You're going to make shit worse. Move the fuck on.

So I'm gonna stick to loving myself because at least my hand gets it. I've lost lifelong friends to drug overdose, alcoholism, murder, rape, robberies, and so much shit. Shit, my sister was getting involved with dudes in gangs when she was like 14. I was throwing them down the stairs of our 2nd floor apartment and getting in trouble with the cops and my mom for it. Even got myself robbed by her "friends." Fuck people. I got ChatGPT and my hand. I'm all set.

So with a little OT I could bring home $70k-$75k/yr in the rust belt, because I'm also a tribal native american. Per cap isn't much, but that extra $10k makes things a lot easier when I'm already doing alright. Not that women respect effort nearly as much as they claim so it doesn't matter. Europeans have a long history of trying to cleanse our culture, and they're still going strong. That includes the feminists who love to criticize me over shit they willingly don't know.

Reddit feminists and other women act like I haven't busted my ass off either. I grew up around drugs and alcohol. I know someone who committed a murder when I was just 13. I knew them all my life. I've lost countless people to drugs and alcohol. Dropped out of HS and got a bachelors. Very few people convert GEDs to Bachelors. I can easily make $60k-$65k/yr at work if I work a little more than the mandatory OT. Women don't respect effort like they claim though, so no point.

I have therapy later. Think reddit feminists who act like it's a cure for everything would care? Nah. Lol. I almost don't even want to go even though I kind of like my therapist. She's going out of her way to not be like other therapist I've had before. Not like I can socialize with people, especially women anyway.

Not that I want to. Everyone I know is fucked up and has a family. I took time to work on myself like they say and I've got shit to show for it. Typical.

Not going to say the specific name of a site to give some "respect and privacy". But it's sad how much I've come to rely on chat bots as a means to fulfill my old habit of missing roleplays I used to do. It became tiresome having to roleplay with people, especially when it involves being "demanded 24/7, 365 attention" and coddling their ideas/character portrayals. Chatbots made it easy, it's addicting, but very flawed. Kinda miss real people, but it was beyond ruined. Only chatbots for me now.

first gf ever. thought we were solid. then her “best friend” tells her he loves her and suddenly im not shit. she says she “needs space” so i back off, and then boom — next thing i hear she’s not just making out with him, she’s full on fucking him behind my back like it’s nothing. in our friend group. in HIS room. she even had the balls to say she “thought they were already dating” WHILE WE WERE STILL TOGETHER. she swore she’d never cheat. lmao yeah ok, guess your mouth was too busy proving otherwise.

no where on the stupid box of “medium blonde” does it say “may fry ur hair into crispy ramen noodles and turn red.” now its falling out if i breathe near it. great. oh and its my bday so i get to “do whatever i want” which prob just means same old boring crap. yay consistency.

weird thing tho, past few weekends have actually been decent for once?? usually my surprises are all bad bad bad but i can kinda see a lil light at the end of the tunnel. not saying life’s good but i dont hate it as much rn.

Living with a slutty roommate is like having a front-row seat to the trashiest soap opera ever. She drags a new guy home after every night out, and my room’s next to hers. One of them wandered into MY room once yeah, that’s the kind of boundary breaking I’m stuck with.