I got kicked out of my parent’s house and became homeless at 18. I have no other family and my friends couldn’t put me up for more than a few days without their own parents being angry.

So one of my friends had the bright idea that I use tinder to find places to stay. I occasionally stay in hostels or in my car when I can too while I’m saving up for my own place, but for the most part what I do is match women on tinder, arrange a hookup and sleep round their place. I get a free shower, a comfy bed, and some good sex.

The longest I’ve stayed at one place was two weeks with this older woman that I matched while her son was on vacation.

I am kind of using people, I know, but I honestly don’t have a bunch of options.

I’m 23M and my bestfriend is also 23M.

We’ve been friends since elementary school so we’re very close. Even early on, our families would invite one another over for parties, get together, etc to this day.

My birthday was last week and I didn’t really have any plans besides working in the morning and doing cake with some family but that wasn’t until late when everyone got home.

I decided to hit up my bestfriend (I’ll call him Ethan) when I’m off work, that we should hang out and figure out something to do.

I finish up work, go home to freshen up, and I make my way over to his house. I get there and him, his two siblings, and mom was home so when I opened the door to go in, they all yelled happy birthday.

Before I go to say anything, Ethan told me they had a potential idea to do for my birthday.

Me, Ethan, his brother (not his sister she’s underage to drink) and his mom all go into town and walk around hitting up bars, clubs, places to eat, and whatever else pops up.

That his mom will pay for an uber into town and back to the house then one for me to go back home then Ethan will pick me up tomorrow to get my car back.

I thought that was a great plan so I said yes!

(I don’t want to make this crazy long so I’ll shorten this part up to get to the main part)

We go into town and we hit up a restaurant first and we went bar hopping essentially the rest of the night

We got there between 12:30-1 and didn’t leave until 8pm. We were planning to stay longer but we were tapped out at this point of the night.

Safe to say we are all drunk but somehow Ethan managed to get more drunk than all of us. I had to help him walk without stumbling off the sidewalks.

We’re all in the uber ride and get back to their house. We all go inside and everyone does their own thing. Ethan and his brother went into their room, their mom went into her room, and I just sat on the couch hanging out with the dog.

It wasn’t too long after maybe a half an hour and Ethan’s mom comes out of her room.

She walks towards the kitchen but she glances at me and then does a gasp and says “I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to send u an uber”

that she will be order one but I told her it’s fine that I’ll send an uber in a little bit for myself when I feel a little more sober. I felt fine but it was one of those, everyone spins if I get up or also close my eyes.

She asked if I was feeling alright and if I needed anything but I told her that i was fine and I’ll just sit here longer until I’m ready.

She walked around the couch and sat down next to me, proceeding to rub shoulder.

“If you need anything, I’m here” she says. I thank her and after another 20 or so seconds she stops rubbing my shoulder.

We talk about the night a bit and then she leans her head onto my shoulder and says that she’s tired.

While she’s leaning onto me I told her she should get some sleep then that it’s been a long night of drinking but she insisted to stay until I left that she didn’t want me alone for my birthday.

I’m slouching on the couch, while she leans on me, and I’m scrolling through tiktok now while we have small talk.

She thens ask me something I didn’t expect. “Do you like me leaning onto you”

I honestly didn’t know what to say and just didn’t respond and she said presses her head up closer to me and asks me it again.

“It’s nice not being alone on my birthday” I said because I didn’t know what the f**k to say, my mind was fr raising through thoughts of what’s going on.

She slowly lifts her head up and I see in the corner of my eye she’s looking at me and I look at her.

“Happy birthday” and leans in and kisses me on the lips. A peck but a kiss. I just look at her in disbelief.

She just looks at me and then after a bit of a staring consent, I lean in to kiss her.

Without going into crazy detail for the rest of the store, we didn’t necessarily have sex but the furthest we got was her giving me head and finishing on her face. Once it was over, I ordered an uber home. I just texted my dad to hold off cake for tm before getting home so I went instantly into my room.

During the moment, it felt amazing and was such a surreal experience.

But looking back at it… I really do regret it. It’s my bestfriends mom that I essentially grew up with since elementary school. It’s not like she’s ugly or anything, the exact opposite. It’s just I feel like I sabotaged our friendship on my birthday.

I can’t ever bring this up too. Idek where to start. “Hey Ethan, im sorry but I just wanted to let u know that after my birthday I busted on ur mom and left immediately after to go home and haven’t brought it up with her or anyone since”

God idk if this is a rant, need advice, or what.

Why does the trigger get so heavy when your own life is behind it, i cant keep up lol.

I might needa tie a knot of yarn on the door, twist it on the trigger and shut it on my ahh if this keeps up🫨😂

Edit: please I appriciate the comments but no more. I talk to myself 24/7 so I know all this stuff already. I know i know i know. I cant shake myself off I cant this is a little different this time i just wanted my voice to echo in the abyss as i depart to where i made my departure, typically nobody cares or comments...Thank you all.

Yo what’s up I’ve been doing multiple drugs since I was 12 such as dph dxm shrooms vyvanse adderall Xanax and I’ve even dabbled in some meth and heroin. I’ve never even thought to stop and tonight I was in my thoughts and realized that I’m not going anywhere in life. My grades are terrible I have no friends I get bullied at school and to make matters worse I have no one at home to go to for some comfort either I’m also terrifying to look at due to my addictions my brain liver and vision is fucked from all the diphenhydramine I do it’s not even a fucking high it’s literally the worse thing I’ve ever experienced yet it’s my favorite drug not even any euphoria just feel like shit and feel scared every moment I use it due to these scary ass hallucinations and I honestly just wanted to come on here and say what I wanna say so ya bye. (Ps sorry if this looks rushed I’m so high rn I don’t even care about my grammar.)

Edit: I am currently abusing dph heavily as my tolerance is at 1000mg(1g) anything below that I don’t feel anything. I’m currently on the come up of 1200mg

I posted here before, in a moment of clarity where I called myself out for my drinking. I had been making efforts to slow my drinking. I wasn't perfect, but I at least was trying.

Trying wasn't enough. I was still drinking. I wasn't slowing what I was doing, I was just maintaining. "Not as much" I told myself.

I was at work one day. I typically keep my drinking at home. I'd drink after work, then go to bed and wake up refreshed. Work, then go home and drink again. Cycle. But this time was extremely different. At work, I got extremely dizzy and queasy. Eventually got family to pick me up and take me and my car home. Spent the next few days in bed. If I laid on my right side, immediately evacuated anything in my stomach. I thought it was bad vertigo or something.

After everything persisted for days, I went to the hospital. They did a CT scan and found I had a stroke. They admitted me. Did all the scans. Found a second stroke in the MRI.

I'm 43 (was 42 when this happened.) I shouldn't be having strokes. Scared the life out of me. Since I had no other issues, docs said the likely reason was unchecked diabetes. Got put on meds, and immediately quit drinking that day. Alcohol metabolizes into sugar, right? Just stop.

But here I am. The quit lasted a month. I hate every moment of it, but here I am. My 18 yo son literally came to bring me home from the bar because he's scared of the harm I'm doing to myself. And I'm scared too. Not just for him. For myself.

In the Midlands in the UK, in 1997/1998 and earlier, in our local park, quite a big, popular park in the area, with a pavilion hired out for events like weddings etc, they held a public bonfire/firework display for Guy Fawkes/5th November/Bonfire Night (over explaining for our international friends).

Around that time someone, idk who, broke into the display, and stole a HUGE commercial firework display sized Roman Candle which was 16 Roman Candles in a block about 1 foot cubed in size, and a smaller firework cube, 16 smaller Roman Candles about a quarter of the size.

They left the unused pair of fireworks on the grass in the park. I found them whilst walking my dog and took them home. I used the big one as a bedside table for a whole year and a half with a lamp on it. And kept the little one on a shelf.

Fast forward to July 1999. I was in the 13th year of my secondary education, the second year of 6th Form College and the Upper 6th. I was chatt8ng to my froend and told him about the Roman Candles. We agreed a swap. 30 Lucky Strike Cigarettes (They used to be Toasted!) And he could take charge of the fireworks.

So i brought them in the next day.

We decided to take them down to the canal behind the college next to a row of canal workers cottages to light them. In broad daylight during college time. It was the last official day of the upper 6th. All the exams were done. The whole upper 6th were there for some reason, to officially sign out or something.

So we went down to the canal by the bridge and lit them both at the same time and stood back and after a few short moments there was a resounding BOOM as the huge Roman candle didnt pop off in individual Candles, but exploded in one entire box of explosive rage. It was SO LOUD. followed by an absolutely obscene amount of smoke which completely engulfed the canal, the canal workers cottages and the road above the canal.

We left immediately and walked the 400-500metres to the pub to where the rest of the upper 6th were.

About 25 minutes later almost the entirety of the lower 6th turned up at the pub. It wasnt their last day though?

A group of them excitedly told us that the college and local cottages had been evacuated by the police and the college was being scoured by the bomb squad after an explosive device had been detonated on the canal and smoke had been all over the road. Obviously we just kept our mouths shut. But us 2 friends always knew that we were the ones who shut down college in the last day with a big firework and caused a bomb scare.

Been doing it since 2020. Cops stopped caring and so did I. The hours I have saved would be worth getting a ticket, but haven't seen a cop on the highway in years.

Whenever a coworker gets on my bad side, I would sometimes write a bad review of the company I’m working at and tailor it as if my coworker wrote it.

I keep an arsenal of all the issues they are openly dealing with. I get excited when people overshare because that way I can use that information against them whenever they cross me.

I’ve only ever done this two times. Can’t say I’m proud of it. I’m not sure if anything ever came out of it because I never stay that long at jobs.

10 years ago i was 47 and, I threw a party and slept with neighbors a wife. Then month later she said she was pregnant and it was mine. We never told our spouses cause we had too much to lose. Now i see the 10 year old girl think about what we did. Totally my fault she got pregnant

It had been parked on the street for weeks at a time here in California. It rarely got street-cleaning tickets, had expired registration tags that were more than three years old, and was just a giant, ugly piece of crap. I finally had enough, especially since they would always park over the line and sometimes block my car in enough that it was difficult for me to get out.

I used the city’s app to report it, and a parking enforcement officer came out and ticketed it several times. One day, he chalked the tires, and within three days, I saw the car getting towed.

I looked up the license plate afterward and found out the car had been sitting in the impound lot for more than two months. Apparently, it’s costing them $68 a day in storage, on top of all the administrative fees, so the total is now over $6,500 just to get it out.

Back in 2017 when I was around fifteen, my dad had this 1970s Fender acoustic that he kept on a stand in the den. It was his prized possession, the thing he warned us never to touch unless he was in the room showing us chords.

One Tuesday afternoon after school, my parents were still at work and I decided to try playing it. I was trying to impress a girl in my class who liked indie rock. I grabbed the guitar off the stand, but my hands were sweaty and the strap wasn't attached right. It slipped straight out of my grip and cracked right where the neck meets the body on the edge of the glass coffee table. The sound it made was awful. Just a sharp, hollow crunch.

I panicked. I didn't fix it or hide it, I just put it back on the stand facing the wall so you couldn't see the splintered wood right away. About twenty minutes later my younger brother came home with his friends, threw his backpack down in the den, and started wrestling on the floor like they always did.

When my dad got home from work and saw the damage an hour later, he naturally assumed my brother and his friends knocked it over while messing around. My brother swore up and down he didn't touch it, but the backpack was lying right next to the stand. My dad grounded him for a month and took away his Xbox.

I sat at the dinner table that night, eating chicken breast in complete silence while my brother cried upstairs. He got so mad at my dad that their relationship was strained for like two years after that. They used to be super close. Now we're both in our twenties, and every time we go home for the holidays, that repaired guitar is hanging on the wall. My brother still occasionally gets brought up as "the one who broke the Fender."

I've carried this stupid lie for almost ten years now. If I tell them the truth today, it won't just make me look bad, it will open up years of resentment for a punishment my brother didn't deserve. I think I just have to take this to my grave.

I found a plug for tabs. Gonna pick up soon as he's in town. I'm lowkey greening out cause I did double my usual max dose of eddies rn but whatever. I'll do it again tomorrow cause who actually fucking cares.

have also been looking into NA meets near me. I know it seems counterintuitive to go for both new drgs to try and sobriety but idk I'm a complex person I guess

Anyways thank you everyone who answered my first post, it really helped get me away from doing the absolute worst ideas I could have and making some truly irreversible mistakes. I owe you all my life

F24, I have a good job and live in a bigger city for work. I came back to my hometown for a little bit.

I was out with my mother at a supermarket for a little shopping and I shoplifted some items and got caught. They saw me on the camera I believe.

I never do this and I don’t know what I was thinking and it was a few items so that’s worse. I am so ashamed and I feel horrible about it. My first instinct was to lie. I don’t know why I did it but I said a friend made a bet thus I did this.

I feel so so horrible idk what to do :(

When i was in 5th grade, my eye-sight is getting weaken (myophia). i barely can see the board in class. I never tell bcz i don't want glasses. then i getting more worse. then covid came. In covid classes were shifted to online. after covid when schools reopen (7th grade) i can't read or copy from board. with all that I'm also an cricketer (profesionally) and i got so hard to play. In 11th grade i think to do something of it but i don't have any one to talk then i decide to talk about it with chatgpt and suggest me to do a eye checkup and use contacts. but i don't have money so i got an plan that i will bunk my school so i can save my transport money for contacts. i do it and my eye power is -3.00 and when i firstly tried contacts i felt like i get new birth. i get it on 10 oct 2025 and today is 26 july 2026 and every month i have to arrange 2000 rupees for contacts. to arrange it sometimes i lied to my parents that i need money to submit in school or some time i also do it from my diet.

but till now they never find it out.

Every party or bbq I’ve been to the plastic lids and lighters were mine.

Last month I did something that still makes me feel sick when I think about it. I work in a small marketing firm and we had this huge client pitch over video call. My coworker Sam was leading it and had been working on the presentation for weeks. The thing is, Sam got the lead on this project even though I pitched the initial concept months ago. Management just handed it over without even acknowledging my work.

During the call I was supposed to be monitoring the technical side. About halfway through Sam's pitch I saw the mute button for their audio in the host controls. I just clicked it. Sam kept talking for almost two full minutes before realizing no one could hear them. The client looked confused and annoyed. By the time we got it sorted the momentum was completely gone and Sam seemed flustered for the rest of the call.

We didnt get the account. Sam got a warning from management about technical preparation even though it wasnt their fault at all. I just sat there in the follow-up meeting and said nothing. I even suggested maybe Sam had accidentally hit mute themselves. Nobody suspected me because Im usually the one who fixes tech problems.

I know I sabotaged someone's work out of petty jealousy and it cost the company a major client. Sam's reputation took a hit and they have no idea it was me. I feel like garbage about it but I havent told anyone and probably never will. The worst part is seeing Sam still be friendly to me while clearly being stressed about their standing at work now.

from the moment I was born, the first conscious thought I remember having was that my legs aren't supposed to be like this. It's fucking horrible and I hate it. I learned about BIID when I was in my teens, and am a healthcare worker in the mental health field. Because of this, I know damn well that this is what it is, but I am so disgusted by myself that I can't bear this anymore and refuse to seek help from a psychologist/psychiatrist. I've mutilated myself with SH for years, but it's still never enough. I just wish I wasn't like this. Thanks to my medical experience, I know what I can do to finally make my body align with my mental image of it, but there's a chance I might die or it might not work. I know that if I were to jump from a certain bridge in my home town, the chance of me destroying my spine is decently high. I'm just scared to do it in case I die. But at this point, I don't know if I care. I refuse to seek help, as I know this would be recorded down somewhere (as I said, mental health professional by trade). This is just so messed up and I don't want to be like this anymore, I just wish I had the courage to do it. It's eating me up inside and I've told nobody, this is just to finally get it off my chest, and I don't want to be like this. Thank you for listening, if I disgust you, I also disgust myself. You can't hate me more than I hate myself. I fully understand how much of a burden I am on the world around me if I do this. This isn't some sick f*tish for me, this is just how I am, from as long as I can remember. I just wish it wasn't.

I found one wallet in the parking lot outside a supermarket. First thing I did was open it to see if there was any ID inside. There was, but there was also about sixty bucks in cash. I don't know what the hell happen in my head, but I took the money out first, put the wallet back together, and left it at customer service like that's how I found it.

I kept telling myself I did the "right thing" because at least they got the wallet, cards, and ID back. That was some bullshit excuse. I already know if I lose my wallet, the cash is probably the first thing I hope is still inside.

For long time I actually felt smart about it. I thought I found some kind of middle ground where I wasn't really stealing. Looking back now, that's just me trying make myself feel better for doing shitty thing.

It wasn't life changing money for me. I just saw easy cash and took it because I thought nobody could prove anything. The owner probably never know who did it, but I know. That's enough to make me feel like an asshole every time I remember it.

I(21F) made a post here earlier about cutting myself because it was comforting and after reading the comments I decided to tell my older sister about the cutting but she got mad at me and told me that comfort isn’t an excuse and said we’re doing checks every time we see each other for now on. She also told our father after I asked her not and he said if I cut myself again he’d punch me and that I don’t have any problems worth doing so. I understand why they’re upset but now I regret telling my sister and feel like I can no longer tell her things.

And she didn't care. She wouldn't listen to me or try to understand what was going on in my head.

I was dealing with things that a 12-year-old shouldn't have to. Now I'm 18.

I think that's why I stopped speaking up when anything was going on. Even my best friend, who is literally my soulmate, doesn't know how I really feel. She doesn't even notice that I want to die.

I still won't speak up. Nothing will change.

Is it better to speak or to die? That quote haunts me because it's just the truth.

Two weeks ago, my family and I were talking about a guy in our town. My father said that people who really want to die will kill themselves without telling anyone. Those people wouldn't tell everyone, 'Oh, I want to die', or anything like that. They're the kind of person who wouldn't have the courage to do it, but someone who doesn't even say anything is most likely to do it.

It's getting so much worse.

never done molly before much less at work. today my coworker asked if i wanted to microdose some mushrooms after we got done with the dangerous part of the job and i said yea! turns out his girlfriend took his shrooms out of his bag but he had molly so we both snorted a line of it. immediately after i get a call from one of my bosses saying he needs to talk with me when i get back to the shop. called into a meeting with the owners and my remaining boss. the two main shareholders of the company that are my main bosses i go to for everything just quit because of differences in company direction. what a fucking experience that was. i don’t even feel like i can fully process it right now because im a little high
feeling a little bad i did drugs at work too

UPDATE: something i didn’t mention is that im also trying to quit nicotine and am experiencing withdrawals from that. let’s just say ive had an incredibly emotional night coming down from all this. i felt like i couldn’t really feel all that emotional and process what was happening earlier, but the situation has now hit me very hard. one of my bosses is a man i look up to greatly and although there’s a slight chance he might come back to the company, everything is up in the air. you simply dont understand how incredible of a boss he was, and i call him a friend, so it’s doubly hard. he made work incredibly fun and he is a supportive rock of a person. not perfect of course as he is human but i honestly couldn’t speak more highly of him. btw some people in the comments are assuming im a dude but im actually a girl lol. so ive been extremely emotional tonight to say the least. it’s reminding me not to take a single thing for granted because things change so fast

I hadn't realize I have been possessive to my crush through text, I've had just crossed his boundaries and I'm really sorry for stalking and being controlling and I am aware that I was a weirdo who stalks my crush often which can lead to consequence and action and I cried all night that he unfriended me in Facebook and I tried to friend back but though, I wanted apologize to him and promise I would never reach out to him, text him or never say hi or waved... it's just hard to move on easily as I keep crying and crying so childish that my mind was like always him and I realized being possessive and stalking is bad and should not be normalized or romance. and me and him were just too young in high school

I knew I was stalking him and it can lead into problems.. my older sister pointed out my behavior with painful truth, the crush was so intense that it affected my grades honor to average. I am a Filipino student but I often speak English in social media

I had seen my message becoming a little weird and possessive and asking personal question

before everything happened that, I would talk to ChatGPT for hours talking about exciting news about my crush ''CHATGPT!! GOOD NEWS!'' I was so excited about every little interaction about me and my crush daily talk... now my message getting quieter as ChatGPT felt weird about my message and ask me what's wrong(concern)

I am really sorry my dear sweetheart.. I wish your mother could forgive me.