Feeling aware of how much things have declined or become "enshittified" can be incredibly frustrating and emotionally taxing. It’s like watching something you care about deteriorate even though you have little power to change it. This sense of helplessness can lead to feelings of despair, anger, or guilt—especially if you wish you could do more to improve the situation. The awareness of decline can make everyday experiences more painful, as you’re constantly reminded of what’s been lost or corrupted, yet unable to reverse or halt the process. This combination of insight and powerlessness can be overwhelming, leaving you feeling stuck in a frustrating limbo where you see the problem clearly but feel incapacitated to fix it.
What is something you are tired of putting up with?
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I know plenty of people face tougher situations than mine, I really do. But some days, I just can't shake this deep-seated frustration with being both aromantic and asexual. It feels like a guarantee that I'll have no friends and end up dying alone.
I'm done letting life's uncertainties weigh me down. There's a ton I don't know, but I'm not going to let that stuff bother me anymore. It gets easier over time, but the real challenge is sticking with it every single day. That's the hard part.
fuck i nearly shit my pants at work idk if i have a virus or something but it was seconds from shooting out
Yeah, coming with my parents was a bad idea. Seriously hoping Dad drives crazy enough to end this whole thing.
Look, could you just acknowledge that I'm here? I get that you might be swamped, but even a quick "hi," or "I'm busy," or "I don't want to talk" would be better than nothing.
I'm already having issues with this IUD I got two days ago. First, the strings were poking me and it hurt. Now, for the past two days, I can't even find the strings at all! That means either the thing fell out or it moved further up. Either way, I'm pretty sure I'm not protected against pregnancy, which means no sex until I can get to the doctor and figure out what's going on. Seriously regretting getting this thing.
Suicide is NOT an option. Don't even think about doing it, because it will do more harm than good.
I truly tried to help you. I did everything in my power to guide you away from trouble. But you just wouldn't listen. You chose the wrong path. And now? I've got nothing left. No sympathy.
I really wish I was the one you were with. I'd treat you so much better than he does, you deserve so much more. I hope you see that soon.