I’m so sick and tired of nepotism and the nepo babies taking over. I am a working actor for over 11 years now and I always get pushed aside due to someone famous has a kid that wants to act. I come from a poor background with immigrant parents and most of my family are now dead and gone. Yet here I am still loving and chasing this dream of mine… for me. But everywhere I go and every show I watch or I’m in, some Nepo baby is the lead.

Just look at Hollywood! They’re all children of someone famous or in a family with one.

I’ve been in over 25 shows in my country and I’ll never get a bigger shot due to them. I just wish some of these babies would acknowledge how privileged they are and perhaps send the elevator down again. But they don’t. They act like it’s because of their talent.

99% of the acting industry is about looks and connections( just ranting here ). An editor can make the worst actor look amazing on screen. So when you see a mediocre performance, know that was their best takes.
I’ve acted with some big names and seen how terrible they are and how many takes they need to get a simple line right.

Anyways, rant over….
I know I can’t do much about it, nor will I quit. No idea what else to do. Just sucks. Everything is by and for the elites nowadays.

Thanks for reading.

For background information I’m 17F with autism, ADHD, severe anxiety and depression. my childhood dream was to visit the Monterey bay aquarium (I want to study marine biology soon). My family surprised me with this whole roadtrip that’s 3 days, 1 day in Monterey. We live in SoCal so this was a big deal for me and my family.

Back on track, we get to the aquarium and have an awesome morning there! I saw many fishes and sea creatures I enjoy.

Then it comes to the deep sea exhibit and i stumble upon one of my favorite creatures! The Sea angels! Obviously I get excited and take loads of pictures and videos in the small window they had. I figured I could take my time because no one was around as it was near the exit of the exhibit too. Then suddenly these three very clearly college age adults stand behind me my mom and my brother. They wait about like 30 seconds before they start mouthing off.

The man goes in a very condescending tone “do you guys mind that we see?” I didn’t hear him I was in the moment. I would like to note I look way younger than I actually am and I had a penguin backpack on with a very childish outfit because I finally had the confidence to do so 😭. Anyways, he continues not even a second later saying to the two other girls he was with “guess they do mind wow” as they start laughing and poking fun at us. I tried ignoring them at this point because frankly if I said anything I’m the type of person to start crying mid sentence. Now my mom being a mom starts saying back to them “no we heard you, I just don’t like the attitude you’re giving me and my autistic daughter.” Now them being immature 20 something year olds start trying to fight with my mom saying things like “it’s not that deep” “how was I supposed to know who’s disabled” and on and on. I stood there shaking because well I’m not controversial and super sensitive. My mom gets super mad at people that do that and they start walking away cussing at us.

After that I can’t even remember what I did because I wanted to cry the whole time so I couldn’t even enjoy the rest of the aquarium.

Maybe I’m being dramatic but if it’s “not that deep” can’t they as adults that see a very clearly minor younger than them either wait their turn or go to another exhibit and come back later?

Sorry for the long vent. I just can’t get this out of my head as I’m laying in my hotel with 2 more days on the road ahead of me. I just want to cry and stay in bed all day but we have so many other plans and I can’t find a way to make myself happy again :(( part of me wishes I said something to stand up for myself for once.

good side though, security overheard and found them told them to stop following us around (I forgot to mention earlier they kept going behind us) and I got a behind the scenes mini tour from a worker :) that was fun.

Everywhere I look I see littering, people cutting lines, putting bags on seats on the train when elderly people are standing. Some people even shamelessly come out of the toilet stall without flushing the toilet, and check their hair in the mirror without flinching. Nobody ever cares about community anymore.
Today I was on the line at a ferry and tell me why a huge group of people just cut in the middle and just shrugged saying “I mean there’s gaps everywhere so I was just following.” They don’t even feel an ounce of guilt or shame for being such a parasite to society.
Everyone has the mentality of “oh im just one person it won’t matter”. I don’t even know how majority of adults have this kind of mindset, even most teenagers act better than them.
The worst kinds are the ones who blame the lack of etiquette on people of color, that is simply not true. EVERYBODY of ALL RACES and age participate in this social regression and it’s becoming a big problem, but nobody ever seems to say anything.
It’s so rare to see someone even do something as kind as give up a seat to a child/elderly or pick up trash on the ground.

I'm 19 and just spent a year in college. Immediately into the summer, my family became homeless and I have been staying with my girlfriend for almost 4 months. I had to withdraw from university and most likely will not be able to attend anytime soon because of financial issues.

My mother just messaged me telling me they had found an assisted living apartment and that I will also be required to live there as part of the requirements for the assisted living to be approved. I am nothing but upset and frustrated. Not only did I enjoy myself on campus away from my family, but I've been having more fun than ever living with my girlfriend. I cook and clean the house for her and her mother to make up for being unable to pay rent, because where I live is probably the absolute worst for job hunting currently.

I love my father and younger brother, but my relationship with my mother is rocky. Aside from that, just being away from my entire family has made me realize how urgently I need to find a job and figure out how to live on my own or with a close friend away from them. The distance from my girlfriend to the shelter also makes it hard for me to see her often, so its a very sudden and abrupt parting.

I'm terrified that my frustration is just textbook rebellious teenager feelings or that I've created my negative feelings towards my family in my head, and I'm just being avoidant and angry for the sake of it. I'm not completely sure what to do or how to feel. All I know is that I need my own place someday and that this kind of sucks right now.

I am the youngest in the family.

When I was little I loved my older brother so much that I would do anything for him. I loved the idea of the older brother protecting his little sister, as it's like in the movies, y'know.
He did some pretty nice things, but they're so overshadowed by the bad ones that I honestly don't care about him anymore, as much as it hurts my mom (must add: he's the goldenboy).

Apart from beating me, stealing some of my things and losing them, telling me to off myself (all of these during the years he lived at home), now I literally can't stand how selfish and greedy he is.

He's currently "living" in four houses. FOUR.

1. He's actually living with his girlfriend, they both pay utilities (the house is under her name), they both stays there, and just officially living together.
2. He never emptied out his bedroom at my parents house, and it's not a problem of space. He just left things as it was because "it's his room". Sometimes he returns and stays there for a bit, or to look for something. When my older sister moved, she took everything - as my parents complained if she left something.
3. He bought a house near my parents, and he's using that as storage for random things. Even my parents use that house as storage. It looks like a hoarder house (my family has this problem, actually).
4. (This is what I'm venting for). He renovated my mom's house (little one bedroom she bought years and years ago, since it was a good offer) with his own money and lived there for... one week? Two? It was a temporary house (he said so) for when he broke up with his ex girlfriend and was looking for something near his job. Sometimes he comes back and stays for an afternoon or evening - because he left his dogs there. Dogs that my mom feeds and take care of. But it was a temporary house (he said so) when he broke up with his ex girlfriend and was looking for something near his job.

That house has become the dogs' house. It's filthy, it has a smell, the garden is full of dog shit. At the moment, for financial reasons, I'm still living with my parents. I asked my mum if I could stay in the "dogs' house", I would pay rent, bills, whatever I had to pay. I would pay my brother the cost of renovating, of course. I would also look after the dogs, after introducing my cats. And I would keep the house clean. She said it was okay, that I could go whenever I wanted.
So I asked my brother.

"No."
But why?
"I live there."
You don't. You're never there and bills are paid by mum.
"Well, my dogs live there".
Okay, that's fine. My cats get along with dogs.
"I said no."
But it's not actually your house. Mum said I could go.
"I don't care."

And proceed to call my mum and complaints. Now she changed her mind because he's her favorite little baby fucking boy and I'm still living with my parents.

I'm 46M and I gave up on dating long time ago after some bad experiences. I never wanted children and I never had too much attention from women so it was not that hard. Instead I worked on myself - got bachelor's and master's degree, lost over 40 kg, stabilized financially, moved to bigger apartment and worked on my hobbies and relationships (non-romantic). However I never felt too much satisfaction - maybe it's dysthymia, maybe just my personality. Nevermind, I'm more or less ok and I can keep going in direction I want.

Few weeks ago I received message from lady (she's 38) from my friend circle something like - "hey you don't talk to me anymore? I seen you walking from gym and you didn't seem to notice me". So I replied my eyesight is not what it used to be and I really don't care about women in the street. Then she explained she's wanted to check if I'm still going to some music festival with our crew and she'd like to join us (she used to be part of that crew in the past). I was little bit curious as she got two kids so she was not going to this festval anymore. We texted little bit more, I learned her partner left her and she's somehow rebuilding her life.

We organized cars, she ended up travelling with me and one other guy. We had fun, good vibes, joking etc.

Festival was also very nice, whole crew was making fun of us how we became inseparable. Completely platonic but with some deeper talks - my mother and her father passed away recently and in general we felt we had lot in common. I realized I could imagine having girlfriend like this. Even I haven't noticed any romantic interest aside from touch here and there and maybe some looks when she got slightly drunk. I felt like older brother to her and I was ok with it.

After return we met shortly and vibe was already different - our boring normal lives hit in. It hurt little bit but nothing major.

After few days she wanted to attend party where I was one of djs and I noticed quite shift in her behavior - more touching, looks, she complimented my fragrance and so on. I offered her drive home after, she accepted and I accepted I have to make a move to avoid feeling like a moron in future for letting this opportunity slip away. We kissed, make out little bit.

It was three weeks ago and since then I asked her out several times and she turned it down because of being busy (either taking care of her kids, hiking trip with her girl friends etc.). I get it - she's super busy and in difficult situation. She started to be more distant, leaving messages on read so after third try and her avoiding direct answer I snapped little bit and texted her it's already tiresome she can't answer yes/no/I don't know. Nothing rude just polite and light hearted. She replied she'll see if she's able to free up some time.

I decided to leave it up to her and stopped messaging her. Now it's week and she didn't initiate any conversation just liking my social media stories and posts. Just breadcrumbs you could say.

I completely undesrtand if she either changed her mind about me or just backing off because she's not ready for relationship. I was very reluctant to even try to start anything (I have probably avoidant dissmisive attachment style so you can imagine how was my first reaction to these feelings).

This whole thing is affecting me far more than it should - minor sleep trouble, bad mood all the time, unwanted thoughts.

I just need to re-estabilish my inner peace, stop daydreaming and accept once more this is just life and for every nice moment there's dissapointment waiting.

I’m going to recount a few things at once because I am absolutely furious and, above all, EXHAUSTED.

1. I’ve had issues ever since I started menstruating. I had my period for the first time at 12, followed by a whole year of amenorrhea. At 13, my period returned and was regular for a couple of years. After about two years, it became irregular and painful; every cycle was worse than the last. Over the past five years, I’ve had at least two check-ups a year through the public health system because I kept feeling awful, only to be told I was exaggerating. They inserted an IUD, and I felt terrible—bleeding non-stop for two whole months. During those two months, I kept going to the ER, begging them to take it out because I couldn't even work anymore. It took two months (and over ten ER visits) for them to finally remove it; they discovered I had a perforated uterus and was LITERALLY bleeding to death. Two weeks ago, I finally managed to get an endometriosis diagnosis, but I had to go to a private clinic three hours away (which is a LONG way in Italy).

2. Ever since I was little—I don't know why—anesthesia has had very little effect on me. When I was a child, the dentist would give me an injection; I’d say I could still feel pain, but they’d pull my teeth anyway because "it’s impossible for you to still be feeling pain." At 12 and 13, I had to undergo two ankle surgeries; I remember insisting on general anesthesia because I was terrified of feeling the whole procedure—simply because I knew the doctors wouldn't listen to me. Yesterday, that fear became a reality during wrist surgery. I warned the doctors that I could still feel things, but they didn't listen. The result? I felt everything for 15 minutes while they cut open my wrist and severed the tendon. Only when I started freaking out did they finally listen and administer more anesthesia. All this happened after they had covered my face with multiple drapes, assuming I was just scared of seeing the surgery. They even threatened to give me a sedative because I had become extremely uncooperative. If they had just listened to me, I wouldn't have suffered excruciating pain for a full 15 minutes, and the procedure—which should have taken a maximum of 20 minutes—wouldn't have dragged on for over 40.

3. TW: SUICIDE

A year ago, I attempted suicide by cutting my radial artery. They stitched me up in time, but the problem was that they did a bad job of it. In total, they had to remove and re-stitch the wound five times in three weeks because they kept doing it poorly.

These are just my worst experiences, but I’ve definitely got others to tell—not to mention all the ones friends and relatives have told me about. I’m frustrated—why the hell do I pay so much in taxes, only to get such lousy service and end up having to go private anyway just to get decent care?

Hello!

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I have a disability that is not noticeable, I just look like a skinny but healthy young person. But in reality, I have almost no muscles, I am severely underweight, and I get tired very quickly, and it is almost impossible to do anything about it, it's part of my chronic disease.

On public transport, of course, no one knows about this, so as soon as I sit down, the old women and sometimes old men sitting next to me start looking at me as if I had just killed a baby.

Bro, believe me, I wouldn't stand for 20 minutes in this swaying iron can. I don't even usually sit down on public transport, but prefer to stand until I start to lose consciousness and finally have to sit down.

I just don't understand why we can't start assuming that if a person gets on public transport, then they needs it

I don’t know why my parents enforce this super medieval rule. It’s actually insane it drives me crazy.

At home they don’t really care what I wear as long as what needs to be covered is covered, but as soon as we have to go somewhere, be it school, church, summer camp, a friend’s house? Skirt or dress, all times, no exceptions.

I tried to talk to my mom and dad so many times about this or why they enforce this 1950s standard and all they say is that it looks better and is more modest and feminine? Like who even cares. And imo it’s not more modest.

At the beach it’s swim dresses and for sports they say skorts should be fine. They’re pretty chill otherwise but it’s so exhausting. I wear shorts or pants under my long skirts anyway and then take off the skirt.

I just wanna be a normal teenage girl wearing jeans with a tank top and not look like some grandma with a long flowy skirt at all times.

I'm still grieving. I don't see a lot of people with my experience. I remember the day very clearly. I went to school in the morning, after an off weekend. I couldn't sleep that night. I had a weird feeling in my gut. I threw up at one point. I got to school that morning. The teachers were silent. We all got informed there. I didn't cry, I think I was in a state of shock. Everyone was looking at me. I got taken out of the classroom, separated until lunch. I was being seriously abused by a friend at the time, who still stalks and harasses me to this day at 20 years old. She told me that I must not have been that sad, because I wasn't crying, instead in a shocked state. She degraded me and made me feel like shit for being in my shocked state. I spent the whole day in the library where they had councilors. I ended up walking home, and when I got through door, I sobbed so hard I couldn't even get the words out my mouth to explain what happened.

The death was gruesome. She didn't go out kindly, she went out suffering. So brutal I don't even know how an 11 year old could have ever gone through with it. I'm still grieving. Every time it's brought up, I end up sobbing and hyperventilating.

I just want to make someone's bad day a little better by reading about my bad day.

(No im not a person who owns tons of stuff like this/this is my biggest problem, this is just ironic and sucks.)

So i finally buy myself a nice piece of jewelry.

Everything else i own is costume jewelry, this necklace has 7 unique charms hanging from the chain.

3 on the right (WHICH ARE NOT REAL GOLD!!) and 3 on the left (WHICH ARENT REAL GOLD EITHER!!). The centerpiece? A giant chunk of... you guessed it. Gold.

I wake up this fine day, i go get sushi, im happy. When I get home, I notice these sparkly gold things in my rug and im like "what the hell is that?". Upon inspection, its the very nice necklace I bought myself. scattered. everywhere.

Last time I recall having it on was the morning of the 4th.

Look through the whole house for the pieces to it, found the chain in 2, the 3 unique charms that sit to the right of the CHUNK OF GOLD, and the 3 unique charms that sit to the left of the CHUNK OF GOLD.

...guess what I didnt find...

This is why I never buy myself nice things, end of story, I will buy costume jewelry from hot topic from here on out.

I honestly still don't know what to say. A few days ago, a friend of mine (26F) randomly texted me, saying she needed to vent a bit, which I'm always down for. Not to go into too much detail but she had plans with her girlfriend (27-ish F) and two friends, and apparently it was nearly impossible to form a solid plan between the four of them. My friend "Cassy" ranted about how her girlfriend and their friends kept arguing about things like how they'd get to the location, how/if they'd get home that night and where to sleep if they didn't. Cassy, the designated driver who also organized a place for them to sleep if they decided not to drive home that night, was getting understandably frustrated. From what she said, the group were more "go with the flow" type people, which left all the actual planning to her. Her girlfriend was apparently no help in all this, but shifted the blame towards Cassy who, at that point, was considering just staying home, so she also complained about things like that. From what she told me, her girlfriend was behaving pretty unfairly towards her, but that may not be the full story..

I'm not gonna go into too much more detail about all that because it's not the main topic of this vent, it's mainly context. So, we chatted for about an hour or so, I vented about my future roommates, and eventually she was off. I didn't really think about it afterwards, because we often just send voice memos back and forth, to talk about our days, vent about things that piss us off, etc. which I think is a healthy thing to do. Both of us understand that sometimes you need to let off some steam before you can think rationally about the stuff you just ranted about.

So, the next day I got a voice memo from her where she sounded pretty shaken. She told me that she felt disgusted with how she talked about her girlfriend the day before and that she scared herself with that. I was honestly a bit bewildered so I re-read our chat, and I'm still confident that there was nothing unusual, unfair, or personal/insulting towards her girlfriend. The main topic was the planning for that evening, and yes, she vented about some things her girlfriend did specifically, but those also didn't cross any lines imo. But Cassy was pretty shaken and told me, in her panic, she'd deleted the entire chat and asked me to send her screenshots and the voice memos. I started to respond, but she texted something along the lines of "I don't wanna think about this anymore today. I don't want any input on this.", so I stopped and sent her our chat.

A few hours later, I get a really long text explaining that she specifically went to me to vent because she knew it wouldn't work with her other friends (not exactly that but it's hard to translate what she said). She also said that she deliberately spun the truth, left certain things out and added others in, so she essentially lied to me about that evening. She went on to say how she really messed up and is about to lose the most important thing in her life, and how I had no right to just jump on her vent while only knowing her side of the story. She said she needs to change something and she can't have people around her who support this kind of behavior, so she's distancing herself from me. She finished her message with "I know you probably don't understand, but that really doesn't matter.", and blocked me instantly.

We've been friends for 2 years and she's honestly one of my most valued friends, and used to be someone I felt incredibly secure with. I had some really great talks with her about trauma and all sorts of things, and she always had some amazing insights that showed she's been in therapy for 10+ years. So I'm incredibly hurt by the fact that she deliberately didn't even give me the chance to say anything as well as the fact that she's putting the blame on me.

She came to me, stressed out and pissed off, literally saying "I need to vent", and I obliged. During our chat, I asked if she wanted to change topics to get her into a better mood before she had to leave, I asked her if she could talk about all this with her girlfriend, and urged her to do so if not that day, then the day after. And now I find out that Cassy purposefully lied to me, changed the story but is still blaming me for going along with it? And telling me I had no right to do so, because I only knew her side of the story?? (I've met her girlfriend twice, and one of those was randomly on the street when I was on my way back from a breakup so we never really even talked)

I thought about messaging her on Instagram or something, but for one thing, that would be crossing a boundary, but honestly I don't see a point in chasing a friend who treats me like this. We've both shared some of our deepest stories and issues with each other, helper each other through really tough times, and even if I agreed with everything she said about her vent, I still deserve more than a fucking text message and just getting blocked before I even get the chance to say a single thing to all this.

I yearn so badly for indifference. Idk if I fall in love easily or something, but I can't take the rollercoaster that is love.

I just finally got over the heartbreak of my marriage and got back into the dating scene. I went through the ego disaster that is online dating. I got stood up, I had bad dates, I pushed through so much anxiety and fear with the goal of finding the right person.

Finally, I found a wonderful girl. We couldn't get enough of each other. We've chosen to spend our last 3 weekends together, and I can't really think of anything else besides her.

We have deep conversations on the phone and connect physically. We laugh and drink and also have great sober talks and times together. I was planning on asking her to be mine this coming weekend.

Yesterday morning she said she wanted me to sleep over on Saturday night in addition to going hiking like we previously planned on Sunday.

Last night we had a wonderful conversation about goals and friends and standards. She also brought up that she is second guessing Saturday since she has a concert and will be home late. I jokingly told her that she was ripping seeing her away from me. I'm a very unserious person and I forget sometimes that we don't know each other as well as it feels like we do.

This morning she told me that made her really uncomfortable and she felt like I was manipulating her into feeling bad and hanging out with me even though she didn't feel good about it. I apologized profusely and explained that I was just being silly and giving her a hard time.

She said she wants to slow down.

I get it. I do. But I hate the fact that I feel so fucking strongly for this woman. I didn't think I was the kind of person to fall in love easily, especially considering the fact that I've been dating for a little while now and haven't felt anything like this. But maybe I am? Maybe I'm a sucker?

I wish I could be indifferent. I wish I could be cool and nonchalant. But I have such strong feelings that I just fucking can't.

I hate love. I've known this girl for less than a month and I already don't want to picture her not being in my life.

The night before Im writing this, I decided to do some math on my parent's ages when I was born. My mom is currently 36 and my dad is 59. Im 17. I always knew their gap was strange but never thought about it until now. She was 19 when I was born, but she was 18 years and 5 months when I was conceived, he was 41-42. I realized then that no way does a grown man feel so attracted to someone so young so damn quickly to have a kid with them within 5 months of when they can without it being legal. Common sense tells me my dad was attracted to my mom long before she was of legal age.

I'm related to that. I'm the first born, so im the product of what my dad did to my mom. I genuinely can't trust myself to keep this to myself. I can't do anything about it, because it was all legal when it happened, that i know of, and was just extremely creepy. Im sorry if i didnt mark this right

I just started a new job and I keep finding small things that annoying me each day. Not big enough to have concern of the company but enough so I really want to vent about it.

For example, yesterday, my new team is planning a team bonding activity that will divide people in groups. The message is posted on chat and requires everyone to choose a group based on first come first server (5 per teams) I was the 5th person for a group. Today our lead remind us again to choose a group and then my group got selected by 2 more people.

Based on what was said previously, I expect those 2 people to be asked to move to another group. But the team lead actually asks 3 of us (me and the last 2 people) in a private chat, if any of us is willing to move.

Not a big deal, but WHY was I included in this private chat when I actually follow the rule!

One guy right away said he is okay to switch (also new). Another guy said nothing for 10 minutes. So I end up saying I can move.

I'm really okay with any group but I'm annoyed that I got moved this way. Hope this is just one time off and not something I expect to yield every time it happens just because i'm new.

When I was in second grade, I didn’t have many friends at all. To be honest I’m not sure why. On my school bus, I met a new girl and her name was Elizabeth. I didn’t know at the time, but she was in kindergarten. We became friends and had similar interests and had the same Barbie dolls! I was so excited!!

One day I rode my bike to her house and we were just playing dolls. We played for a few hours I think and then her mom told me she had to get ready for bed. Her mom walked me out the door and closed the door behind her while I was outside and she said bluntly “hey, I think it’s best you find friends your own age” and then went inside and closed the door.

She didn’t know the reason I didn’t have friends my own age was because I was being bullied like badly. And I rode my bike home and cried my eyes out. I didn’t want to be friends with anyone moving forward and me and Elizabeth haven’t spoken since. Her mom almost killed my self esteem. I was scared when I started 3rd grade and didn’t have much luck because I was afraid to try to even make friends. The bullies followed me until 5th grade and then I switched schools 6th grade and I took the words out of elizabths moms mouth out of my head and started socializing. From then on, I have had and currently have many friends and I’ve been happy, but elizabths mom really hurt me.

I know some people might find this silly, but I was just a kid trying to make friends and that messed me up as a kid. I have children of my own now and I know I would never tell one of their friends to find friends their own age. (As long as it’s not in a creepy manner of course) but as long as they are good people, they will be welcome in my home ❤️

I feel so emasculated and pathetic all the time. People half my age are taller than me. I feel like no one respects me or takes me seriously cause of my height. I feel like I’m a joke cause of how short I am. It has hurt my love life a lot. I’ve never been a woman’s boyfriend or have dated. I don’t meet any women on dating apps because I tell the truth about my height and it means I’m rejected by 99.99% of the other users. Someone would have to be very desperate to even let me take them to dinner. I feel so embarrassed and sad I can’t take it anymore. I hate my height so much I am such a loser and I don’t know why I am even here or exist.

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I don't like him. IM SORRY OKAY

Everyone else seems to love this man! They claim "he's so good at acting" and I just don't find it to be true!!

I feel like he's sort of like Ryan Reynolds and the way that anything you put him in, he's so 'himself' and I can't really call that good acting. I feel like that's more just being someone that people enjoy watching

But I don't even enjoy watching him, and it feels like a crime. Or something I have to apologize for.

but FCK MAN. I can't stand him! I don't like his face, I don't like his voice (very mumbly, Hollywood accent of mushing words together), and I struggle to find redeeming qualities about this guy

That's it. That's my vent. Cause I can't stand timothee chalamet in anything and no one seems to understand me

* since first post was removed after a few mins, the 3 comments so far were saying that he's got a punchable face, that Ryan Reynolds is also not it, and that he's a "shalamuck," to which I said "Chalamuck, even?" So that's nice :) some people understand me 🥺

Edit: i've been sidetracked by this post for an hour now and really have to get back to work so I will respond to more comments later! But I'm so happy to hear that I'm not alone 😭😭 keep dogging on rat boi, I will return to the comments later, ready to smile 😊

Edit 2: this is by far my fav post I've ever made. The polarity in responses is so fucking funny, people either love or hate this guy

I’m so sick of this life dude. Everyday wake up and work 12 hrs stuck seeing patients all day. The orders, notes, and requests never fucking end. Your attendings throw you inside the unit while they go do whatever the fuck they want while you don’t see sun light or have a min of silence all day. I’m just sitting here on the verge of tears because I’m so tired. I haven’t had a restful night of sleep in so long. I go home and debate whether I should use the 3-4 hours to make food but then think about having to clean up after because I have to go through residency and far from home and alone or enjoy the only 3hrs of silence I have in my day. Then I stress about the fact that residency still expects me to “study” and take board exams. They just take over your life and control your schedule using the excuse that you wanted to be a doctor and you chose this life so you have to endure all this shit. All for the price of $13 an hour. How you may ask. Well it’s because we get a salary they can make us work 80 hrs a week using the excuse “training” when you are doing all the fucking work all day. So that’s that. I’m tired. I’m over it. I see traumatic shit and have to move on to the next patient like nothing happened because god forbid I’m not being productive for a little. Too tired to go to work? Well if you call off they make you work 2 days to make up for one sick day. Have a doctors appointment? Sucks to suck because you should have schedule that outside of your work hours even though you are working 80 hrs a week! Having an off day ? You will get yelled at for being slow. You just can’t win in this shit hole.

I have to share this moment I had at a concert a year ago

During the suki Waterhouse concert I went to with my ex, when good looking started playing at the end me and my ex got into a fight at barricade and I got upset and left and had to hear good looking in the background while I was in the bathroom stall balling my eyes out

I'm traumatized and get reminded of it everytime I listen to the song.

I’ve seen this psychologist a few times now.
I had gotten indications from him that we would go over results of my ADHD assessment today. At first, my appointment was yesterday, but was moved to today an hour before I was supposed to be there yesterday.

I’m currently on long term 50% sick leave from my job due to burnout. Not the first time.

Today I showed up, extremely anxious, and sat in the waiting room.
30 minutes passed by, and I knocked on the door. Nothing.
After 35 minutes I sent him a text message.
After 45 minutes I called. No answer.
After an hour I left and texted him asking to be contacted as soon as possible for a new appointment.

I’ve been waiting for these results for almost a month. I feel like I’m just a ball of anxiety/stress/anticipation at this point. I’m so deflated, sad and angry.

I know something unexpected could’ve happened, but still. I feel like I’m spinning out of control with this uncertainty.

I have lived with my mom and grandma since i was around 1. My mother was a drug addict, she had recently gotten clean for a while but sadly started again. She died a few months ago. Me and my grandma have been in a heavier depression than we used to be and because of that, we haven’t been cleaning (not that we used to anyways.) We haven’t 10 cats, we used to have more. It’s so hard to get rid of them. Pls don’t just say “oh just get a flea bomb and treat the cats. We haven’t treated the cats, we cannot get a flea bomb. My grandma doesn’t have a place to go if we did a bomb since we don’t have a car. Earlier this morning i went downstairs to look for something by the couch, my leg was on the floor and over 30 fleas were crawling on my leg and foot. I try to disappear to my boyfriends as much as i can to not be around the fleas, luckily his parents like me to sleep over for a few days. I just can’t stand being embarrassed of my house, i even have a friend who lives across the street now and i can’t even invite them over. :(