Having one of those days? Let us hear it.

I like someone who’s gay. Hearing them talk about other guys kills me, even though I’m happy for them. I just wish I could be who they wanted.

you think you’re number one, the best in every way, But your ignorance is shining like the sun on a hot day. You strut around like royalty, with your head held high, Yet the world’s not your playground, just a stage for your lie. With your thoughts so inflated, like a balloon in the sky, You’re the king of delusion, but oh, how you do try! While you brag about your freedom, so loud and so brash, Remember, in the grand scheme, you’re just a loud, empty flash. So keep waving your flag, thinking you’re so grand, But your arrogance is a joke—like a child in a band. In the universe’s eyes, you're just a small, silly speck, So go on with your boasting, you self-proclaimed wreck!

I think I might be BI but Im not sure and I dont wanna ruin what I have with my girlfriend just to find out. How do I talk to my girlfriend about it without losing her???? HELPPLEASE

Interesting fact: Donald Trump has a much higher approval rating in Nigeria than in the United States.

i cant believe they made that bad btich into a fucking copy cat gen z in the 2nd movie like bro is NOT jamming to sabrina carpenter

Four years together and you stand me up like I’m some random stranger? My own boyfriend, making plans, saying you’d pick me up, then ghosting me completely no calls, no texts, just posting dumb crap on Facebook like nothing happened. Do you know how humiliating that is? I’m sitting here wondering what the hell I did wrong, and you’re out there living like I don’t exist. Honestly, maybe it’s for the best I’m leaving for college, because this shit is petty, cruel, and I’m not wasting my time on someone who treats me like that.

I think I should let go of him. I think its been long enough that I’m no longer in love with him but rather the idea of him. I also think that he might be a dick, I don’t think he does it purposefully but if I think that he is then he’s obviously treated me like shit a few times. He just gives me mixed signals and makes me feel not good enough. I should let him go and move on.

i’m packing my shit and heading to miami, and honestly? i kinda wanna just ghost every so-called “friend” i’ve got here. like, maybe 3 of them i actually like, the rest can go kick rocks. i’m so tired of fake ass smiles and “let’s hang soon” lies.

but here’s the fucked part… i’m already thinking about how easy it’s gonna be to cheat down there. miami’s full of people who look like they stepped out of a damn music video, and my dumb horny brain is like, “oh yeah, let’s ruin our whole life.” i love my girl but man… temptation is a bitch.

i’ve cheated on my girlfriend four times in the last three months. not like “oops, drunken kiss” either — i mean full-on, go-to-their-place, wake-up-regretting-it kind of cheating. every time i swear to myself it’s the last time. every time i think “okay, that was rock bottom, i’ll be better now” — and then the next week i’m texting someone else at 2am like i’ve learned absolutely nothing.

and now she tells me she’s pregnant.
like… what the actual fuck do i even do with that information? my brain just froze when she said it. she’s sitting there with this hopeful look on her face, like we’re about to start some wholesome little family life together, and i’m nodding along like i’m not the absolute worst candidate for “dad of the year” in existence.

part of me thinks i should just vanish. block her, leave town, rip the bandaid off before i ruin her and the kid’s life even more than i already have.
but then i imagine her sitting there, pregnant and alone, and i feel this gross, gnawing guilt. like maybe i should at least try to do the right thing, even though i’m 99% sure i’d fail at it.

i don’t even know if i’m built for monogamy. i like the chase. i like the attention. i like the feeling of someone wanting me… until i actually have them, and then it’s like the switch flips and i’m already looking over their shoulder for the next thing. it’s disgusting. i disgust myself.

but there’s this tiny voice in my head going, “maybe this is the thing that finally forces you to grow the fuck up.”
and the louder, uglier voice going, “or maybe you’re just going to keep screwing it up until there’s nothing left of you worth loving.”

so yeah… i basically nuked my best friend’s career in the dumbest, pettiest way possible.
we worked together for years, same place, same grind. one night we’re out, we run into our boss’s wife. i’m drunk, she’s drunk, and i’m flirting just because i can. nothing actually happens, but i take some stupid selfies with her, like way too close, and send them to myself for laughs.

my friend gets all jealous and weird about it, accusing me of “stealing her shot” at the boss’s wife (???). whatever. i let it slide.
fast forward a couple weeks — we’re both up for the same promotion. she starts getting cocky, talking about how “it’s basically hers.” so, me being the absolute asshole i am, i casually “mention” to the boss that i’ve seen his wife out getting handsy with someone from work. i don’t even say who. i just leave it hanging.

boss puts two and two together (badly), and suddenly my friend’s being called into HR. she gets suspended, “pending investigation,” and never comes back.
guess who got the promotion? yeah. me. and yeah, i feel bad… sometimes. but mostly? i just think about how she was already picking out “her” office chair before the interviews even started.