Who or what pushed your buttons today?

I low-key feel anything I touch turns bad like I feel like God doesn't like me in general

Here's what pisses me the fuck off with society abandoning their logical sense much less moral. So in a high school, some boys were complaining about the restroom doors and peekers looking in, so they FUCKING REMOVED ALL THE DOORS!!!!!!! Not like you need privacy when taking a shit much less a piss, right???!! I do have to wonder if these school staff are pedo pervs. No logical person would even THINK of doing that! I'd have to wear diapers or go somewhere else to the bathroom. What a story!

Supreme court overturn loving case 1967

You ever get so horny you feel it in your heart? Honestly could be a sign of a heart problem but I choose to beleive there's some spiritual bullshit going on I NEED HIM WITH MY HEART AND SOUL

the amercan plan to end all disaster relief programs and end all college education and end museums and lie berries makes sense to many who otherwise have no need of sense, say the ex liberal post and pre fascists

I think my family secretly hates me and doesn't want me anymore because im useless. They only keep me around because they want a housemaid or they pity me. They've been exluding me from things and wont tell me where they're going. When it was my birthday and they left me to go to a theme park. Feels like if I say anything they try telling me I'm ungrateful. I want to move away but I dont know where to go or where to start. I cant even drive. I dont have anyone else.

Im so tired

ill miss the admin when i go to sleep.. 😔 (you can delete this too, but no one ever asks how the admin is)

I recently got a new job and on my third day my boss quit. The person who hired me left me alone to be the only person in my department. I moved across the country for this job just to come out unsupported and feeling useless. I don't know anyone and most offers of support feel fake. On top of that, when going through some emails I found out that I was not their first-choice candidate. They didn't think I had the experience for the position. So now I have no idea what to do.

They called it pride, but it was pure rot—Nazism dressed hatred up in uniforms and marched it across nations, devouring lives, dignity, and truth. My blood boils thinking of the twisted ideology that justified murder on an industrial scale. You don't "agree to disagree" with genocide. You stomp it out. You name it. You shame it. And you make damn sure that no platform, no whisper, ever gives it oxygen again.