What is driving you crazy right now?

I’m so fucking SICK of this!! why can’t I just squirt like every other damn woman seems to?! I see it all over the internet, all these “how to” articles and porn making it look so easy, like I’m supposed to just magically gush like a freaking fountain!! I’ve tried EVERYTHING—different toys, different angles, relaxing, not relaxing, and I’m just left feeling broken!! my partner says it’s fine, but I can tell they’re curious, and it makes me wanna scream!! I feel like I’m failing at being a woman or some shit, like my body’s betraying me. I’m so over this pressure, I HATE it!! why can’t I just be enough as I am?!

I’m so fucking PISSED I can’t even think straight!! this whole dick size bullshit is ruining my goddamn life!! everywhere I turn, it’s porn, ads, or some asshole on the internet flexing about their “massive” junk like it makes them a king or something. and me? I’m just here, hating myself, measuring like a fucking idiot in the mirror, feeling like I’ll never be enough!! I tried hooking up last week, and I swear she gave me this look, like I disappointed her or some shit. I wanted to scream!! why does this stupid thing define me?! I’m a good guy, I got a heart, but noooo, it’s all about size. fuck this world, I’m done with it!!

god, I’m so freaking mad I could punch a wall. this stupid town, man, it’s like living in a cage. same boring faces, same dumb gossip, and I swear the air here just chokes you. I tried to get out, you know? saved up for months to move somewhere new, somewhere alive, but then my car breaks down, my dog gets sick, and poof, there goes every penny. it’s like the universe is laughing at me!! I just wanna feel something else, not this heavy, gross feeling in my chest all the time. why’s everything gotta be so hard. I don’t even know who I am anymore, just stuck. so stuck.

i can’t even deal anymore, life’s just one big mess. my family keeps nagging me about “what’s your plan” like i’m supposed to have it all figured out at 25!! i’m barely keeping my head above water, bills piling up, and my job? ha, it’s a joke, stuck in this soul-sucking office with people who fake smile and gossip behind my back. i feel like i’m screaming inside but no one hears it. and dating?? forget it, every match is just another dud who ghosts after two texts. i just want ONE thing to go right, just one, is that too much. i’m so tired of pretending i’m okay when i’m falling apart.

ugh, i’m just so DONE with everything right now. like, why does it feel like the world is just piling on?? work is a nightmare, my boss keeps dumping crap on my desk last minute like i’m some kind of robot who can just churn out perfection in 2 seconds. i’m barely sleeping, my coffee’s cold, and i swear my brain’s about to explode. and don’t even get me started on my so-called “friends” who just ghost when i need someone to talk to… like, what’s the point of even trying to connect with people anymore?? i’m out here drowning in stress and nobody cares. i just wanna scream or maybe just crawl into bed and not come out for a week. is that too much to ask.

I think I found out how a communist is made. First, you put a person in a job that's boring enough for the worker's brain to try and get them fired. Combine that with a hopeless job market where they have to desperately hold their job until they inevitably get laid off. Add in a year's worth of unemployment and banging their head against a job market with no jobs, and boom: They're a commie now.

i’m so fucking lonely it hurts. like, not the “aww i’m bored” kind i mean nobody texts me, nobody checks in, no friends, nothing. just me, my thoughts, and this constant empty feeling i can’t shake. i scroll through socials seeing people hang out, laugh, live their lives, and i’m just here. always fucking here. pretending it doesn’t bother me when it eats me alive. i try to reach out, i try to be nice, but it’s like i’m invisible. like i’m too much or not enough or just... forgettable. i’m 20 and it feels like nobody gives a shit if i exist or not. and yeah, i smile. i play it cool. but inside? i’m screaming. every. single. day.

i’m honestly so done feeling like a body instead of a person. i’m 20, and my boyfriend acts like the only time i matter is when we’re having sex. every time i try to just hang out—watch a movie, go get food, literally just exist together it somehow circles back to sex. like, damn, do you even like me? or am i just your personal stress relief? i want to feel wanted for more than my body. i want real connection, real conversations, not just him grabbing at me every chance he gets. and when i say something? i’m “overreacting” or “being dramatic.” no, i’m being honest. and it hurts. because i deserve to be more than a warm body in his bed. i want a boyfriend, not a hookup with a title.

i’m so fucking tired of hiding who i am. do you know what it’s like to sit at dinner with your own family, smiling and nodding, while every word out of their mouth reminds you that if they really knew you, they’d stop looking at you the same? i’m gay. and i can’t tell them. not because i don’t want to, but because i’m scared as hell. scared they’ll shut me out. scared i’ll lose the only people i’ve ever known just for being myself. i hear the jokes, the offhand comments, the “that’s disgusting” when someone on tv kisses the wrong gender and i just sit there. silent. it’s like living with a ticking bomb in your chest. and every day i wonder, do they love me, or the version they think i am? because if it’s not me, then who the fuck do i have?

i’m not even gonna lie, the thought of school starting back makes me feel sick. like what’s the point? the teachers don’t actually help, they just speed through everything and then act annoyed when you don’t get it. you ask a question and they look at you like you’re dumb, like sorry i don’t speak textbook. i try, i really do, but it’s like no one gives a damn if you’re actually learning or just sitting there confused and overwhelmed. i’m already stressed just thinking about it.