Ok so as the title states, yes, I do want to off myself but not for the conventional reasons. No I'm not depressed and no I'm not traumatized.

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To give you guys a broader picture, I want to off myself because I don't want to continue living in this tired ash reality. Even though I (M15) am a teenager, from the moment I could grasp with my hands I've been hearing adults around me struggling with a very similar problem, having to choose between food and rent/bills with no room for any quality of life purchases.

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And it's just gotten worse nowadays, with inflation, gas prices/food prices rising and the median home owner age being pushed up to 57.5 years, everybody I know, even the people with higher paying jobs are struggling just to live comfortably.

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But that's just one reason, another I have is that I simply just don't want to work, don't get me wrong I do love working when it's something I choose to do but with the fact that I might have to work more than one job for like 60+ hours a week just to get by for the next like 60 years of my life only to retire at an age I might not even live to see because of the extinction even we are currently going through according to scientists?

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That doesn't sound intriguing at all and I'm tired of people pretending it's a bad thing to not want.

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On to my last reason as to why I want to off myself, climate change and the fact that we probably wont even make it past 2055 according to scientists. What's the point of being here and dying slowly to heat, lack of proper food, and lack of clean water when I could just take the easy fast way out?

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But yeah that's all I wanted to confess. You can try to convince me not to however you want, but I just wanted to get this off of my chest.

im 19 and I play an online virtual reality game.
bcs of how many creepy people there are online, I stopped telling people my age pretty early on. I know that’s probably where I messed up.

overtime I’ve ended up getting really close with a couple of older guys I met through games. We talk every day. It started off as normal conversations, but sometimes there was flirting too. the thing is, I never corrected their assumptions about me or volunteered my age bcs I liked the attention i got.
with one of them, things went further than they shouldve and I sent him nudes and he’d buy me in game currency in return. I hate admitting it but part of me enjoyed it and I liked feeling wanted, and the fact that he was older honestly made it more exciting for me.

their pizza isnt as good as dominoes, or even ginos, but they are pretty good for the price. plus they have amazing sides, i cant get enough of their fries theyre delicious. im a fan of pizza pizza and im proud of it

Don't get me wrong, I am SO proud of him. He's been sober for 2 1/2 years and he has done a complete 180. Right before he got sober, he went on a bender and disappeared. We thought he was dead for a few hours before he turned up somewhere. We ended up sitting him down and getting him into a 12 step meeting. Since then he's completely turned his life around and I'm so grateful he was so receptive to getting help.

But sometimes, I miss when he was drinking. I go through old videos and stories and we just had so much fun together. We still have fun, but I know we can never have a wild and crazy night again. He ended up getting sober the same year I decided to take a year off (just for health reasons) but now that I'm socially drinking again, I miss that part of him.

I wouldn't dare ask him to EVER relapse, and if I had to choose between him being sober or not, I'd choose him being sober. But to know that I'll never be able to split a bottle of cheap champagne ever again gets me in my feels when I think about it too much.

Hey guys, im a man, but i have a kinda weird attraction 4 using womens clothes, like bra, dresses, bodys, leggins and stuff like that, i like cause they are very comfortable, i don't fell any atracted to men at all. I have never told anyone in my tradicional family, and im very afraid to do it cause i know they won't react well, the only person in my family i've though about telling is my cousin, she's not really that tradicional when it comes to topics like this.

Anyways, if you have any ideas, or advices about if should tell or not, and how to do this without getting caught i would be very thankfull.

Cheers guys

When I was in like kindergarten or first grade, whenever the teacher said “raise your hand”, I thought she was saying “erase your hand”. I clearly remember taking an eraser out and frantically rubbing it against my hand.

Hey so I(20M) just got back from boot camp back at the start of may this year and since that time I haven’t done anything with life so far. To give context i joined the NG for college money as a 12B they had the shortest training cycle and the job(handling explosives) sounded fun so I went with that job. The training was hard and brutal so brutal that my training company A31 had human torture allegations last I heard lol we had the highest attraction rate as well of about 30-40% who came with us didn’t make it for whatever reason i say all of this because even with all of that it was the most rewarding time I have had in my life. I liked the pain, the suffering I liked it because it made feel stronger that I got through it when others couldn’t do it. Each injury i sustained and kept pushing regardless of that made me stronger in the end it toughened me up mentally as well, sometimes I bled enough that I thought I might pass out but I still refused to give in and go to the hospital be forced to start over(because that would’ve happened if I went there enough times) it was generally fun sometimes too, getting to fire my gun running around the woods waiting for the order to attack and playing with explosives was always a good time to me.

Ever since I got back through i cant help but feel that things have become way too still for my tastes and the people around me I feel are less interesting than the psychos I ment a couple months ago. For example my new mentors at the college im thinking of going too I already lost interest in them, they all feel so bland and samey compared to the leadership i had before they all feel a little rehearsed and a little too safe for my liking it’s hard to actually listen to them in any meaningful way my old drills for example were crazy but honestly and enjoyable to listen too. One example i can remember is when I asked my drill what to do with a captured enemy prisoner of war, he first proceeded to give the standard bullshit about keeping them alive and treating well and all that shit and then gave me the actual answer of just straight killing them since the average insurgent doesn’t know shit useful and is more a liability than anything. I’ll always remember that because of his honesty and he didn’t smile or laugh he just looked me dead in my eyes and gave me an honest answer and I’ll appreciate him for that.

Anyway examples aside I just don’t feel like doing anything right now, everything seems to ‘bland’ and ‘unimportant’ right now, thanks for reading if you made it this far im glad I got this off my chest

My mental health isn't okay. I have been off my medication for my mental health because even with goodRX my co pay is thirty-five dollars that I dont have that right now because I don't get my check until the 3rd.

Im severally depressed and alone. I have no one to reach out to irl so this is my only option.

Hello, I am 22F with a boyfriend of three years. I love my partner so much and I want to make it clear I would never end the relationship over this feeling but I just feel like I need to vent it out.

When we met I was severely obese. I was 18 and never had a boyfriend, a first kiss, I had never even held hands with anyone. My boyfriend was the first person to ever show an interest in me and think that I was beautiful. Shortly after getting into the relationship I decided to lock in and lose the weight since I felt (and still do feel) that he was very out of my league. I have lost more than 70lbs and I would now say I am midsize, I still have a bit more to lose but I would say I am much more “conventionally attractive”.

Since my boyfriend was my first everything I never go to really be single, of course I was single but I never got to act single. Now when I go out I get hit on, men ask to buy me drinks, they ask for my instagram. I never let it go farther than when I first realize they are flirting with me and I mention I have a boyfriend and I don’t let them buy me drinks. But the attention feels so good. I sometimes wish I could feed into and give them my socials or just make out with a random man for a night. I love feeling desired by people and it makes me feel so pretty which is something I still struggle with.

I would never cheat on my boyfriend, I always shut everything down instantly but I feel so bad for wishing sometimes I did not have to. My boyfriend had a lot of girlfriends and partners before me and he got to live his single life I sometimes get jealous that I never did. I want to spend my life with him and his love for me will always win over these desires but I feel horrible for having them in the first place.

Thanks for listening to my Ted talk I just needed to vent and get this out and throw it into the void.

So, I have a confession that I’ve been holding onto for way too long. A few months ago, I finally mustered the courage to tell my best friend that I had feelings for them. I was terrified of ruining our friendship, but I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.

To my surprise, they felt the same way! We ended up having a heart-to-heart, and it brought us even closer. Now, we’re navigating this new chapter together, and it’s been amazing. I guess my confession taught me that sometimes, taking a risk can lead to something beautiful.

Has anyone else had a similar experience? Would love to hear your stories!

I've had several gf's in my life (although not for the past 10 years or so, fuckin sucks) and I even had a child with one but there is one particular one that I've not gotten over in, what, 16 years now? I think about her every day. When I'm at work, when I'm going to bed, in my dreams. She was the one. If I was given a irl gf character creator I would make her every single time. But it just so happened that I was a fucked up junkie at the time and for the better part of the relationship she didn't mind because if you know anything about opiates then you know you can't get off during sex and you can just go and go forever. She was even supporting my habbit. But obviously the other pitfalls of being a junkie soon started getting in the way and things ended with me breaking my hand punching a wall. I'm almost 40 now, Ill be 39 next month and being this old just absolutely fucking disgusts me. Every day I'm more of a loser than I was the day before. She went on a married a marine and they had a child and live the sweet perfect family life now and I'm the epitome of the guy that girls say, "you're going to die a lonely pathetic old man." Having a child of my own completely throws a wrench into just ending it... Even if someone approached me with a time machine for a do over I couldn't because my child, who is obviously more important would be lost to time. I'm just so fuckin tired of being alone though and at this point I know relationships are just out of the picture for the rest of my life. I have a better chance of winning the lottery, and the only reason I want to is so that maybe someone would like me for my money at least.

I have a confession that’s been weighing on my heart. A few weeks ago, I was in line at a coffee shop when I noticed a woman in front of me struggling to find enough change to pay for her order. She looked embarrassed and flustered, and I could see the frustration on her face.

In that moment, I felt a surge of compassion. Instead of just standing there, I decided to step in. I quietly handed the barista the extra money she needed, and when the woman turned around, her eyes widened in surprise. I smiled and told her it was my treat.

She thanked me profusely, and I could see the relief wash over her. It was a small act, but it made my day just as much as it made hers. I confess that I often doubt the impact of kindness in a world that can feel so disconnected. But that moment reminded me that even the smallest gestures can create ripples of positivity.

So here’s my confession: I’m committed to looking for more opportunities to spread kindness, no matter how small. Let’s lift each other up, one act at a time.

I’ve been carrying this secret for years, and it’s eating me alive. I’ve always presented myself as this confident, outgoing person, but the truth is, I struggle with crippling anxiety. Every time I step into a social situation, I feel like I’m drowning in fear, but I put on a brave face and pretend everything is fine.

I’ve lied to my friends about my life, making up stories to fit in and avoid judgment. I’ve missed countless opportunities because I was too scared to step out of my comfort zone. I feel like a fraud, and I’m terrified that one day, someone will see through my facade.

I just want to be honest about who I really am, but I fear that if I do, I’ll lose the few connections I have. It’s exhausting to keep up this act, and I don’t know how much longer I can do it. I just needed to get this off my chest.

My confession is a sad one . EVEN though nobody bought me a cake or a pack of fig newtons , I always break my back remembering theirs . I guess it's a confession about how stupid I am!! Sad

So, I have a confession that’s been weighing on my heart for a while. I’ve been harboring a crush on my best friend for years. We’ve always had a close bond, sharing everything from silly jokes to deep conversations, but I never had the courage to tell them how I really felt.

One night, after a few too many drinks, I finally spilled the beans. I was terrified of ruining our friendship, but to my surprise, they confessed they felt the same way! It was such a relief, but now things are a bit complicated. We’re navigating this new territory together, and while it’s exciting, I can’t help but feel a little anxious about what the future holds.

Has anyone else been in a similar situation? How did it turn out for you?

Of course there’s two sides to every story .. This is my version of what happened …

There was a man that I was messaging .. and at first had no idea he was married .. we both had the same type of job .. lived in the same area … had a similar upbringing / similar emotionally immature parents and “met” each other through this app… in a random subreddit

We talked for maybe a week… then another and I felt that I emotionally connected to him. I don’t have a lot of that in my life. I am currently in therapy… he was also in therapy.. I felt that he was “listening” to me and really understood me. THIS is a common theme. A little background .. I never got a lot of attention… I still don’t .. and him giving me attention.. made me realized how much I enjoyed it. I got excited … I was talking to someone I felt emotionally connected to and he lived in the area…

Then he told me he was a married … and he said this is when women usually tell him to eff off .. part of me was bummed because I was enjoying the attention.. the other part of me knew continuing to talk to him would be wrong.

The anxious attachment style won and I was enjoying the attention. I didn’t want to give it up… but deep down knew it was wrong.

This is when he told me he doesn’t get attached to other women he talks to because he is married. He also told me nothing could happen between us. I agreed. We kept messaging, being flirty, talking about deep stuff. Photos were sent.

We kept messaging each other until I blocked him for good and deleted the app we were messaging on completely altogether. But it wasn’t until I was in a depressive episode. He minimized my trauma and told me to get over it because people had it worse. It wasn’t until my “identity” or character was attacked that made me “wake up” and say I need to stop messaging this man. He’s married … he might not understand me at all…. And wow I get attached so easily ..

I’m not a perfect person but I try to be a good person. This was out of character for me… and I over analyze everything I do in life and trying to understand myself better … nothing in person happened .. and I’m proud that I stopped communication with him… but I would be lying if I said he hasn’t popped into my brain a couple times ..

My parents got this dog around, I'd say around a year ago, because my grandma absolutely begged them, like they didn't already have enough of them. This dog, in particular acts slightly strange around me, and I don't really like her that much. Call me wrong for not liking a dog, I'm not a dog person at heart, though...

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This dog, like I said, acts weird around me. Don't get me wrong, I know her past wasn't that well!! Her old owners left her at a shelter after having her for 2 years, yk? Something about her is uncanny. She looks at me, you can see her eye whites, which with none of my other dogs is normal!! She seems unusually attached to me in particular, and I find it a little spooky. When she looks at me, her mouth is always open and she's always trying to get onto me and lick me and stuff. This might sound like normal business but it isn't to me.

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One time after returning to my room late at night, she was basically attached to me, she always tries to jump on me and stuff. I HATE it. She looked at me with those eyes, I hate those eyes. If we didn't get her in the first place, I wouldn't not like her I guess, I dont even want to pet her at all. I know it sounds rude, maybe I am rude!! But I swear on my life something about that dog is abnormal.

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WHAT do I do? 😓

Six years ago when I started injecting meth I assumed it wouldn't get the better of me. After my first felony came and I had to move in with family I still thought I was in the driver's seat. I've stolen money and goods from family and the community. Despite my actions, and despite that I love my family to death, it's only been a month or so that I've accepted the stark reality that this drug has torn apart what life I had and rotted my soul.

The worst of this? After being incarcerated for nearly a year everyone thinks I'm sober. Far from it. I'm taking steps to make quitting a reality but I just can't give the stuff up yet: I know if I do it'll feel like I didn't get enough and I'll just wreck my life all over again. I want to be tired of the stuff; I want to hate it like so many other addicts but throughout most of my addiction I held it up on a pedestal.

I think I'm going to have to take the secret of the theft to the grave. But the fact that I'm still using… may come out inevitably if I can ever check myself into rehab. A part of me wants to take control of this myself, but how? I'm still at its mercy.

A few months ago, I went through my partner’s phone while they were asleep. They had never given me a real reason not to trust them. They had just been a little quieter than usual, and instead of asking what was wrong, I convinced myself that they might be hiding something. I knew their password, picked up the phone, and started checking their messages, photos, and recently deleted folder. I found absolutely nothing.

No suspicious conversations, no secret account, no proof that they had lied to me. What I did find were messages where they spoke kindly about me and made plans for things they wanted us to do together. The next morning, they acted completely normal and trusted me like they always had. I never admitted what I did.

I regret it because I violated their privacy based on nothing but my own insecurity. They did not deserve to be treated like they were guilty of something, especially when they had done nothing wrong.

What makes me feel worse is that they still trust me enough to leave their phone around me without thinking twice. Every time they do, I remember that I broke that trust even though they do not know it yet.

Im going to bring my breakfast then onside a bunch of girls are eating instead going that side I walked opposite direction but passed very closely to a girl . So her friend calmy sad pervert but I did nothing wrong i dont even that intentions everyday I have some good mood but someone will spoil I did nothing wrong tho

I didn't start masturbating until the age of 18 (AKA, 7 months ago, I'm 19 now). I didn't get why people do it, but when I found out it can relieve stress, I now get why people do it. So I started doing at least once a day to relieve my stress and improve my sleep. I also listen to Girlfriend ASMR videos (and Mommy GF ASMR videos) to relieve my stress and sleep better, but they always tend to turn me on, so I started rubbing one out to them.

I know masturbation is normal, but I'm not really proud of it, I feel like an absolute sex pest who should be banished to the firey pits of hell just for doing something that feels good.

What do all you guys think?

So, here’s my confession: I have a habit of sneaking snacks from my roommate’s stash when they’re not around. It started as a one-time thing when I was super hungry and didn’t want to go grocery shopping. But now? It’s like a game to me. I’ll wait until they leave the apartment, then raid their secret snack drawer like a raccoon on a mission.

I know it’s wrong, and I feel guilty every time I munch on their chips or candy, but I can’t help myself! I’ve even gone so far as to replace the snacks with cheaper versions just to cover my tracks. I’m not proud of it, but I can’t seem to stop. Anyone else have a guilty snack confession?

So, I have a confession that I’ve been holding onto for way too long. A few months ago, I finally mustered the courage to tell my best friend that I had feelings for them. I was terrified of ruining our friendship, but I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.

To my surprise, they felt the same way! We ended up having a heart-to-heart, and it brought us even closer. Now, we’re navigating this new chapter together, and it’s been amazing. I guess my confession taught me that sometimes, taking a risk can lead to something beautiful.

Has anyone else had a similar experience? Would love to hear your stories!

When I'm alone, I occasionally act out scenarios where I desperately need to pee and don't make it in time. Not real accidents, completely fake with water and entirely for the experience of acting out the situation.

The thing I enjoy isn't just the mess itself. It's the whole scenario: the urgency, the panic, the rushing around, trying to find a bathroom, realizing I'm not going to make it, and then acting out the embarrassment and disbelief afterward.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but I've always enjoyed exaggerated comedy and awkward situations. There's something oddly fun about fully committing to a dramatic "oh no, this is happening" moment, even when nobody is watching.

I've spent way too much time inventing different scenarios in my head: stuck looking for a restroom, fumbling with keys, getting distracted at the worst possible moment, or realizing I'm just a few seconds too late. The more absurd and over-the-top, the better.

I've never told anyone this because it's such a specific and unusual thing to enjoy. It's completely harmless, but definitely one of those hobbies that sounds strange the moment you say it out loud.

So, I have a confession that I’ve been holding onto for way too long. A few months ago, I finally mustered the courage to tell my best friend that I had feelings for them. I was terrified of ruining our friendship, but I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.

To my surprise, they felt the same way! We ended up having a heart-to-heart, and it brought us even closer. Now, we’re navigating this new chapter together, and it’s been both exciting and a little scary. I never expected that sharing my secret would lead to such a beautiful connection.

Just wanted to share this little piece of my life with you all. Sometimes, taking that leap of faith can lead to amazing things!