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I can’t believe someone would write lies about me on a public platform and attack me for my weight. 💔 It’s so cruel, unnecessary, and completely unfair. They don’t even know me—they’re just using me as an outlet for their own frustrations, and it’s left me feeling so small and broken. Reading those hateful words triggered a panic attack, and I’m still trying to pull myself together. I didn’t deserve this. No one does. 😔 #WeightShamingIsWrong #BeKind #WordsMatter

I mean, if I’m tipping for coffee, the least I expect is to actually get the coffee, right? Like, I didn’t just throw in a tip for the fun of it—I tipped because I thought, hey, let’s support someone who’s doing their job. But if I’m standing there awkwardly waiting while they ignore me or hand the cup over like they’re doing me a huge favor, it kind of makes me wonder what the tip was even for. Is basic service too much to ask these days? I’m not tipping for attitude, I’m tipping for effort—and handing me my coffee seems like a pretty basic part of that deal.

I’m done. I’ve been trying so hard to find a job, putting myself out there, facing rejection after rejection, and for what? It feels like I’m just running in circles, wasting my energy on something that’s never going to happen. I’m tired of feeling like I’m not good enough, like I’m just shouting into the void. So, I’m giving up for now. Maybe I’ll try again later, maybe I won’t. But right now, I just need to stop. I need to breathe.

I can’t believe I’m still caught up on someone who was never mine. It’s been months, maybe even a year, but he’s still in my head like he carved out space there without asking. Now I’m in college, surrounded by new people, new experiences—and yet, I keep looking back at him. He’s still in high school, probably living his life like I don’t exist. It’s so frustrating to feel this way because I know he never really felt the same, but that doesn’t stop my mind from wandering to what could have been. It feels like I’m stuck while everyone else is moving forward, including him.

I’m 23, in college, and I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. Everyone keeps asking me what my “plan” is after graduation like I’ve got some grand blueprint hidden in my back pocket. I’m just trying to pass this stats class without crying in the library bathroom again. Half the time I’m living off ramen and caffeine, the other half I’m staring at my laptop wondering if dropping out and starting a candle business is the move.
Professors act like their class is the only one that matters, like I don’t have 4 others, a part-time job, and a mental breakdown scheduled for Thursday. And don’t get me started on group projects. There’s always that one ghost who vanishes until the last minute and then wants to split the grade evenly. Nah, bro. I did this. You don’t get credit for breathing.
Also, rent is ridiculous, my student loans keep growing like some cursed Pokémon, and I still can’t fold a fitted sheet. Adulthood feels like one big scam.

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I just don't know. I hate it when someone expects you to know what you want or how you think the future will play out. I don't know.

Oh, for crying out loud! Love made me blind, but my friends? They saw it all. Every red flag, every warning sign, every “what the hell are you doing?” moment. And did I listen? No! I was too busy being stupidly in love, ignoring the people who actually cared about me. Now I’m left picking up the pieces while they’re all like, “We told you so.” It’s infuriating, humiliating, and honestly, I’m so mad at myself for not seeing the truth sooner.

I’m so goddamn sick of it! These truck drivers act like they’re kings of the road, doing whatever the hell they want while the rest of us are left dodging their reckless, selfish moves. It’s like they don’t give a single damn about anyone else’s safety. Every time I get behind the wheel, I’m bracing for some idiot in a semi to pull a stunt that could kill someone. It’s exhausting, it’s terrifying, and I’m so over it. Just follow the damn rules like the rest of us—how hard is that?!

I’m done subsidizing my roommate’s grocery bill, only for them to eat more than their fair share. It’s unfair and exhausting.