What is one thing that never fails to annoy you?

This is so sad https://www.cnn.com/world/live-news/gaza-famine-israel-offensive-07-23-25

I don’t know how else to cope. I know it’s not healthy, I know it’s bad, I know I “shouldn’t” — but sometimes the thoughts get too loud and I just need something to shut them up. It’s not about dying. It’s about quiet. It’s about control. It’s about finally feeling something when everything else feels numb and far away. And then afterward I feel disgusting. Guilty. Ashamed. But at least for a few seconds, the chaos stops. I want to stop. I really do. But nobody sees how hard it is to fight it every day when your own brain is the enemy. I’m not asking for attention. I’m asking for peace.

Okay but like... why do men have the audacity? I get ghosted after 3 solid weeks of texting and laughing and flirting and suddenly he's “going through something.” Bruh, say you're emotionally unavailable and leave me alone.

Why is it that when I set boundaries, I’m called “mean,” but when other people straight-up ignore me, I’m supposed to understand they’re “just going through something”? Nah. We’re grown. Stop playing with my time and my kindness.

I'm 25 and still feel like a kid pretending to be an adult. Everyone around me is getting married or having babies and I still don’t even know what I want to eat most days. I feel like life is sprinting ahead and I’m still staring at the start line like “wait, hold up???”

All I did yesterday was wake up feeling kinda off, ate some Panera I didn’t even really want, felt gross about it right after, thought about someone I miss way too much, cried like an idiot over it, tried to distract myself by hanging out with someone else, then went to bed feeling emotionally hungover. What the hell even was that day? Just weird as fuck.

I don’t even know who I am anymore. I feel like I’m floating through life and everyone else got the manual but me. I used to be passionate, excited, hopeful. Now I wake up and just… exist. Work, eat, scroll, sleep. Repeat. I don’t have anything that makes me feel alive anymore. I don’t even remember the last time I felt joy that wasn’t immediately followed by guilt. Everyone thinks I’m doing fine because I smile and show up, but inside it’s just silence. I don’t know if I’m depressed or just empty or just tired of faking it. I don’t even know what I’d say if someone asked me what I wanted out of life. I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to live like this either. I just want something to change.

Please someone tell me to stop browsing 4chan so I can go cook. Be firm about it.

My kid sneezed into my open mouth.
That’s it. That’s the rant. Parenthood is a horror film.

I opened the fridge 12 times hoping new food would appear.
It didn’t. I’m not broke, I’m just delusional with a splash of depression. And a dash of laziness.