There was another guy who she was meeting secretly, I found out, seeked answered moreover I seeked reassurance which I never got instead she lied and things got more more worse I became desperate she blocked me avoided me I couldn’t take it and reached out from different numbers. Literally begged her to just talk, there was a time when she used to say I’m her priority but just a month after these things happened. I cried begged and reached out to her friends as well, they also blocked me.
It’s been a month she’s with that guy and I’m just here alone broken replaying all the moments from last 1 month

It was my fucking fault for expecting it would be any better this year.

It was my fucking fault for thinking this puja would be spent well.

It was my fucking fault for keeping my hopes high.

It was my fucking fault for having wishes like that.

It was my fucking fault for dreaming it to be good like a stupid rotten idiotic ret ard.

It was my fucking fault for falling into the trap of the blissful curtains that covered the darker side.

It was my fucking fault to be so blind again.

It was my fucking fault to not listen to my brain again.

It was my fucking fault for refusing to listen to the logical part of brain again.

It was my fucking fault. Again.

It has latched onto me at this point. Why do I even hope.

So I just want to vent it out.

This is a part of me no one knows about,

I liked a girl when I was in school, we started talking after 1-2 years we got in a relationship.

We dated for 5 years all through our college.

She was muslim and I am hindu, we knew after college marriage is just not possible, so we decided to break up when we both still loved each other.

Last day when we met and decided we were breaking up, we sat at a cafe for 6-7 hours and just kept talking about everything in life, family, friends etc. our bond was strong.

Then I guess a year after our break up, she got married. My life had changed until then, I lost my parents to an accident and had to start working etc to make ends meet.

Actually none of my friends/family knows about this because we were in same school/college and she was muslim so It was never safe for people to know about her relationship with me.

Tonight I just felt I should let this out. I don't remember her or want her back nothing like that, I have moved on with my life already. I am working on myself and will try to date after some time.

I’m 22M, and I’ve never dated anyone or even had female friends. I’ve talked to a few girls, but I always end up getting ghosted.

I was too shy to approach girls in college, and since it was an engineering college, there weren’t many girls anyway. Sometimes I feel like I’m not good-looking enough for anyone to be interested in me, not even as a friend.

Seeing people my age and even those 2–3 years younger than me in relationships makes me question myself. Honestly, it feels depressing sometimes, and I feel really low thinking about how I’ve never experienced any of this.

I don’t blame anyone, but I keep wondering if it’s my looks, my shyness, or something else.
Has anyone been through the same thing? Did things eventually get better for you?

I need to get this off my chest because I see this online constantly, and I’ve recently dealt with 2-3 real cases of it. Streamers on YT/Kick are treating girls like digital products, and the victims don't even realize it.

I recently saw a girl on a stream. The streamer made her comfortable with gym talk, asked for a fit check, and then the trap started. He gamified it with "rock paper scissors" and Truth or Dare. As his chat sent UPIs, he got her to share deep personal details, give ratings, and even discussed her private parts.

Despite speaking fluent English, she was completely digitally illiterate. Obviously, she couldn’t slap him through the screen, but she could have easily just hit the skip button! Instead, she kept going. To avoid a YT ban, he then moved her to a private Yt membership/discord for extreme happy ending stuff.

This is exactly how girls get completely ruined for a few minutes of attention, and desperate boys ruin themselves financially by paying to watch it.

In the eyes of the law, this is a cybercrime. But here is the harsh reality: the streamer might pay a fine or do a few months in jail and walk free. But the girl? She ruined her own life due to a lack of digital education.

That data never gets deleted. It circulates forever on the dark web or Telegram, and one day, it will definitely come back in front of you or your family.

Please, never drop your guard online, even with a partner. There is always a third party watching or recording. The dark web is real, and these court cases are real. Stop being careless. Get digitally smart.

Yesterday I went to a concert, and while dancing and jumping i landed on my foot in a twisted way and my left knee gave up,

I got an xray and an mri done today, turns out, my acl is torn and I'll need surgery,

Im scared, the surgery is horrible, the pain after the surgery is horrible, it takes 9-12 months of recovery

Im gonna miss out on so much of my 3rd year college life, I think I can somehow manage physical pain, but im really really really ducking scared of my mental health

I tend to overthink a lot, and these next few months, ik its gonna be hell

It’s been a month we last talked and part of me hopes that she comes back. Even though I know she’s with another guy right now but I am here battling with my thoughts, not able to be present anywhere, all my mind thinks is about her. I’m so f**ked up.

I’m 24M, and honestly, I’m going through one of the worst phases of my life. I don’t even know how to deal with this pain anymore.
For over a year, I had a best friend who meant absolutely everything to me. I was there for her emotionally, financially, helped her with her career, getting a well-paying job, and countless other things. I genuinely put her happiness before mine without ever expecting anything in return.
And what hurts the most is the timing.
Now she has a stable, well-paying job, a boyfriend she wants a future with, and most things in her life are finally sorted.
And just when everything started going right for her, our friendship ended, and she blocked me everywhere.
I’m not saying she owed me anything because I helped her. But it fucking hurts knowing I was there through her struggles, and now that I’m the one struggling, she’s no longer in my life.
Our friendship wasn’t perfect. We had repeated fights, blocking, and reconnecting throughout the year. I made mistakes too, especially during our final argument when I reacted emotionally and didn’t respect her boundaries. I genuinely regret that.
But she said that all I ever gave her was pain.
That sentence completely broke me.
Was I really just a burden? Did none of my efforts, sacrifices, or the good memories mean anything?
I keep replaying everything, blaming myself, wondering if I could’ve saved the friendship by doing something differently.
My mental health has completely deteriorated. I’m experiencing anxiety, chest heaviness, loss of appetite, sleepless nights, and absolutely no motivation. Some mornings, I barely have the energy to get out of bed.
I finally consulted a psychiatrist and started medication, but I’m struggling with my mood and how I’m feeling since starting it. Counseling was recommended, but regular sessions are expensive, and I can’t comfortably afford them.
And the saddest part? I still care about her.
Even after everything, I keep worrying whether she’s okay. I genuinely want her to be happy, even if I’m never part of her life again.
But who’s going to help me get my life back together?
I have a career, dreams, and responsibilities, yet I can’t concentrate on anything. I just wake up with this horrible emptiness every day.
I don’t want revenge. I don’t want her to suffer. I don’t even want her to come back out of guilt.
I just want to feel normal again. I want to stop crying, stop blaming myself, and stop missing someone who no longer wants me in her life.
Has anyone experienced something similar? How did you overcome the emotional dependency, guilt, and anxiety after losing someone you gave so much of yourself to?
I’m exhausted. I just want my peace back.

I (M22) feel very lonely, especially around festive seasons, I live with my family, have a few friend but still feel alone. 

It's not about having a gf cuz I don't feel like I'm ready to be in a relationship with anyone. 

Never went out of my town, never met new people, never made new friends, stuck at a 3 tier college in my hometown. Watching all the classmates from my school accomplish so many things in their life makes me feel worthless.

I can't share things with my family whenever I do it ends up in a quarrel. What my family and friends believe in and like I don't because of this I always feel alienated. Everything in my life is a fucked up rn.

I went to a really good school. I always felt less compared to people there. I was an introvert, never said anything. I wasn't pretty according to those weird standards they had and was very thin. The memory of teachers not choosing me just because I did not look that impressive is etched in my brain. Now, I am 22, I kinda had a glow up, people have been kind to me now. I am financially independent also but that little me is not able to grow out of all school memories. The traumas of being unwanted. The memories of being alone. All the validation the little me wanted, I am getting now; but I can't get over it. I feel I will never get my confidence back. I might always be the kid left.

Whenever I look at my photos of that age, all I feel is pity and I want to hug my little self. I might never be able to forgive those students, those teachers, and those relatives who have commented on my looks, my weight and everything they did. I hope no child goes through their childhood thinking about how to fix themselves.

I was lucky to get parents who have always been there and due to that I am what I am able to be today but my god people are really mean to you.

I hope I get my lost confidence back one day.

I've been thinking about trying cigarette for a while now

There's a lot going on my mind and am just hoping a cig would take a bit load off of me temporarily cuz I cant afford therapy anytime soon

Am a woman and I don't have anyone to ask this cuz people get very judgy when it comes to women so I thought maybe I'll ask on here

What brand would be best to try for first timers?

What's your fav brand and why?

Will I get addicted the first puff I take?

What made yall try it for the first time?

So i am 24 years old, weird looking, ugly and fat.

I am from a below humble background.

I never had girlfriend.

I have a broken family, like not a happy family.

Yes I have friends but not closed ones. Zero close one.

Kabhi kabhi lagta hai wo bhi aise hi bichara samajh ke mere sath hai. Unse lekin kabhi mera wo nahi hai closeness. I am just invisible.

Toh mere pass koi nahi hai vurunarable rahu jiske sath.

I don't talk to people, kabhi kisika call tak nahi aati.

Underconfident hoon, low self esteem hai.

Isiliye koi bhi thode bhut kind ya achha baat karle toh attached hojata hoon

Like 2025 jan mein riya rath merese baat karti thi 12 din tak din mein 11/12 minutes aaj tak yaad aati hai mujhe

Like 2011 mein ek hostel mein dost tha aaj tak miss karta hoon use (bas ek saal ke liye)

Ye reddit pe bhut ek Bengali ladki se sexting kara sexting toh kara nahi lekin normal baat Hui achhi gyaandeti thi bc 10 mahine hogye uske yaad ati

Wo bhi bas 15 din tak baat Kari merese

Usko maine 3 4 id se bhi message karke dekha bhai nirlajo ki tarha kyun ki usse thode bhut validation mil jaye

Ye bhi nahi ki horny hoon sexting karu

Bas baat karni hai

Kitna emotional deprived hoon

Bhai mujhe ye Jo bhi hai emotional need ya jo ye sab se aage jaana h

2021 me ek devanshi naam ki ldki se baat Kari bhai us ek mahine achhe khase baat thi aise bhi nahi ki wo bhut achhe se baat kar rahi thi

Use main 2024 aur 2025 2026 mein ek ek bar message kar chuka hoon

Phirse mujhe pehle jaise baat kare isiliye

Pls mujhe koi help batado

So I got recently diagnosed with body dysmorphic disorder. I started therapy and therapist told me to only look into mirror when I actually need to use it to stop me from compulsively checking mirror. It was not easy for me to do that but I tried but I think it backfired because I don't look into mirror now at all. Whenever I am infront of mirror I instinctively look away because I think if I see my reflection I'll see how ugly I am and it will make me utterly miserable. I just looked into mirror ended up crying. Atp I don't even know what I expect my reflection to look like.

This is so exhausting :'(

Because I did good in school, suddenly everyone around me labelled me as some sort of prodigy and it seemed like the only way I could ever make my parents happy was to score good grades. I never was and am not an ambitious person, I just want some decent food, a good gaming pc and I am set for life. Unfortunately for a person like me, who is supposedly destined for greatness or something idk, I have no other way but to succeed in life no matter what.

Made it to a top college in the country but now in my final year I am at a stage where I have just lost faith in my own ability to do anything. I don't have any discipline, my head is a mess, I have no friends, no one cares about me, my mom is a nervous wreck always scolding me for not putting enough efforts while my dad has way too much faith on me. Truth is I am just a lazy good-for-nothing imbecile who doesn't have any control on his mind or body, but because my parents have such a huge reputation in their circles, my parents' expectations from me means that if I fail or am not able to perform upto the mark, me and my parents will be the subject to utmost ridicule. I am fine with getting ridiculed for the rest of my life, that's all what I have known all my life anyway, but I would hate for my parents to be shamed because of me and am just sad about how there is nothing I can do about it.

I wish I was born with some kind of crippling disease or something or some kind of mental retardation so no one would have had any false hopes from me in the first place. I wish I could just lay down, freed from any burden or expectations, and then take my life when my parents eventually pass away as I am too much of a coward to end it now with my parents still alive. I wish my parents never had any hope in me to begin with, but I also know that my wishes are unrealistic af, considering that I am a single child as well. I truly have nothing to live for except for the fact that maybe someday I would have enough money of my own to play the games I want to and eat the food I want to, but I have more or less accepted defeat. I am not worthy of good things, I don't deserve to be happy for I haven't earned it yet, and never will.

Till the end of this year, I will put in as much efforts as I can, not in the hopes of making up for the time that I have wasted, but as to finally prove to the world that I truly am destined for failure in the end no matter what I do. Maybe after that I will try to prep for UPSC just to shut my parents up for a while as they REALLY want me to try for that, but ultimately I go to sleep every night praying that I just peacefully pass in my sleep, freed from it all

Today, i cannot pretend it is all ok. It is not all bad. Just somewhere in the middle. It shouldn't bother me much, but it is a point of discomfort.

As with every typical adult with responsibilities, I work for a living. And believe it, my boss is a nice person.

Today was his birthday.

I was supposed to give a presentation. I did give. But I messed it up big time. Data was all over the place. It was incomprehensible. Staff people were supposed to be curious, and none of them was able to understand things.

My boss didn't like this. He wasn't stern or rude. He just said, "you could have done better."

It hurts now. Not because I want to hate him ir anything as such, but just the thought that something was expected of me, and none of it met me halfway.

It's a strange feeling. About to be midnight and I am thinking about only random things.

At home, I bought 3k worth of grey matte vinyl sheet (2 rolls of 24x200 inch) for my wardrobe interiors (the WPC turned brown for some reason)

Dad: "Stop looking for unreasonable perfection in everything.. It was fine the way it was also na"

At office, I'm going a bit beyond my assigned work items to create a better application/solution for our clients.

My colleagues: "Lol why working so hard.. just do enough to complete your work items and get paid na"

And I'm often criticized for having OCD or being a perfectionist.. I'm sick of it. I do not have OCD. These levels of quality are bare-minimum anywhere outside our country.

And this is a pattern I've noticed throughout my life, be it related to my own body/physique, road quality, aesthetics of places around me, or even the result of some hard-put efforts, criticizing anything automatically gets you that OCD label..

I'm not exactly actively complaining everyday about everything. But cmon, why is desiring for something better always replied with "Stop asking for perfection"

They rightly said, never keep expectations, so I kept it to those words.

I was wished by my family and just a couple of relatives, that's it and, im happy they wished me, grateful for it :)

I'm in hostel away from my family, and I have always kept my birthdays lowk, never wanted to turn it into very big.

I have assignment, projects, presentations, codes and what not. Truly terrible of a thing for me, im low on health too and minors and midsems are from next week!

I feel like treating my friends, would give them tomorrow, boldunga "kal birthday tha, jo chahiye mangalo"

It was two sides of coin 😆

It was a bit of yap and said, what everything was in mind. Don't mind it y'all.

Every worst possible thing that could ever happen to me happened in this year

This year made me an atheist for life

I was a topper and now I am just a failure

Despite putting my 100x efforts I got nothing

I tried multiple times but failed

I can't take this anymore

No one loves me

I just feel like I am a burden

Why is it so hard for me to understand this thing that I will be just a lower class in India who are struggling in their life barely earning 3-4lpa for the rest of their life

33m here. I feel sometimes the most innocent decisions can shape your life a big way. The very first that I can remember was - getting late to the first day of school in my new school in standard 3 (being 8-9 years old). I sat on the last bench and made friends with whoever was there. Apparently, they were not so good students. Indian parents (my mom) are such that they scold you to why you are hanging with average students and not with good students. That created confusion in my head whether to be good friends with them or not. I reached out to the good students for friendship and they had already made their groups and they saw me like a weirdo. I can feel it even now that it felt so embarrassing and left out. Eventually, I stopped going to school. My attendance used to be bare minimum- 50-60%. My parents didn't know that I had no motivation to go to school as I had no friends. I used to have lunch alone, or sit near a tree while others played in recess. I remember when a classmate once told me, "you're a black spot for this house" (house were groups in which students were divided randomly, like I was in house green). I feel numb, bad, sad when I think how 7-8 years of my life was wasted. Later on in college, I opened up and met people who appreciated me for who I am, and surprisingly, I was funny, popular and a leader. Well, just putting it all out as I was feeling heavy for some reason.

I am not upset, but i am not feeling well and just wanted to share 20f here. I approached someone for part time work and they straight up rejected after seeing my picture. Now i am feeling super sad for texting in the first place. Yess, that's it , that's my rant.

I finally got closure yesterday, knowing she had started dating her male best friend about a month ago.

I am 29M, and she is 27F. We met at the office and dated for about 3 years, and last night, when I asked if she was dating, she said yes- her male best friend, with whom she had a fling 1.5 years ago while we broke up back then for 2 months, and they continued talking after that because she is based in Bangalore and I am in Delhi. He stayed near her flat. We even broke up for the same reason, and she couldn't stop talking/meeting him. Some issues was going on so I just checked in and thought of asking cause it had been 4 months since we broke up, to which she responded, "Yes". After reading that yes, I felt a sharp pain in my chest; my heart skipped a beat, and today at work, I couldn't focus at all. For these 4 months, I was expecting her to come back. We had multiple breakups during these 3 years; I thought she would come back as she used to after a couple of weeks. This time, it had been 4 months, and she didn't come back. For a month now, I had this feeling that something had happened. Obviously, I got a clue from her Instagram-liked reels, which I was tracking. I don't know what to do now; my entire future was planned around her. It feels like I don't have a future now. I do not have friends to talk to, only 1 who lives nearby and then people I speak to at the office; that too is just work or random stuff, nothing personal. I got some more details which broke me to the core. I couldn't eat or sleep the entire night.

Please don't use harsh words.

I just wish somebody loved me i really wanna be loved

This is not a brag. This is not hate. There are lovely people on both sides and that’s what and who we celebrate.

I dated my fair share of misogynists, cheaters, emotional abusers, and more. They all exist, they are pervasive and we know.

I kinda lost faith. If men and women think like this, what’s the point of my fight in society? What am I doing? ill be alone. Loneliness didn’t change anything. It was the heartbreak that this was the state of the world.

But I saw this guy and I liked him. I’m not a passive girl. I pursued him. We are now married 4 years later. He is so awesome and progressive. I am a staunch feminist so the “are you a feminist” question came early. He said of course, it means equality. I was floored. I had only met idiots before.

In light of everything going on, we talk about everything at length. “How would you raise a daughter” we spoke about the Cornell 7. And he is my echo chamber.

I will be honest. I didn’t think this was possible. If I read what I’m writing I wouldn’t think it was possible. But there are good men.

This isn’t to say all men are good. This is to say, raise your damn standards. Because the guys I thought were good earlier were abusive. And this boy is a good boy. He takes feedback happily and changes. As do I. We grow together. It’s cohesive. There is someone healthy for you out there. Don’t settle!

There are men who are awesome! Look for them. I personally would’ve stayed single if I hadn’t met him. I’d decided. I couldn’t kil myself more. For others.

Hey buddy,

It’s me here.

It might have been a long...... time. College wasn’t kind to both of us. We went through a lot..... especially you.

It’s been a long time since we last talked... a longer time since we last met. I don’t know if you ever think of me when you think of those years... but I want you to know, I do miss you.

I miss spending time with you... miss your stupid, harmless jokes (especially the questionable ones, hehe)... I just miss you.

You deserved to hear this much earlier, but my poor mind only understands things when they’re already gone. Maybe it’s too late... but I still wanted to tell you this.

You were never wrong for caring as much as you did.

You were never wrong for expecting consistency, or for wanting to be treated with the same softness you gave me.

What went wrong was how I handled your heart. Not because I wanted to hurt you....but because I didn’t know what to do with someone who saw me that clearly.

When we first became close, I was drawn to you because you made me feel safe. You understood the little things I never had to explain. I liked the calm in your voice, the way you noticed what I didn’t say.

I think I mistook that sense of safety for friendship... when it was something deeper ..... something I wasn’t ready to understand.

I know I hurt you. Not with big fights... but with little things that added up. The silences. The mixed signals. The way I talked to others who didn’t deserve my attention. The distance that made you doubt yourself. A thousand small ways that make me feel like a terrible person when I think back.

You were there beside me every time. I can’t recall a single phase of those years where you weren’t my safe space. You trying to make me feel included. Your quiet smile. The inside jokes. The way you just wanted one small moment together .... a photo, a walk, a memory....and I kept pushing it away like I was risking something by being close to you.

I pretended not to notice. You were so close, yet I kept a wall of politeness between us. I thought I was being careful... I was really just being cold.

I called you a brother. I said it because I was scared. Scared of rumours, of what people might think, of admitting that you meant more to me than I could explain. Those words were meant to protect me... but they broke you.

I sent you hugs through the phone 🫂... but never gave you one in real life. I could type affection, but I couldn’t live it. You deserved eye contact, not an emoji. You deserved a real gesture, not a message that disappeared in seconds.

I remember laughing too freely with people who hadn’t earned it. Giving attention to the wrong ones. Hearing you go quiet. Watching you stand there, and saying nothing.

You never argued. You never threw it back at me. You just kept showing up.... with that calm voice and tired eyes.....still hoping I’d understand that there’s a difference between attention and care.

You offered depth. I answered with fragments.

You once said a hug would heal a lot... maybe it would have. But healing needs honesty, and I kept choosing safety.

You needed consistency. I kept offering confusion wrapped in kindness.

I can’t undo any of it. It’s too late now, right? But I can tell you this, even if it’s years late...

You were never too much. You were just real.

Real in a world where I was pretending to be brave.

Real enough to love me when maybe I didn’t even like myself.

Thank you for standing near me when it hurt to stand at all.

Thank you for being the person who looked out for me in a crowd, even when I acted like I didn’t see you.

I’m sorry. For every walk I didn’t take with you.For every seat I chose far away. Every time I made you feel replaceable when you never were.

I hope wherever you are, when you think of me now, it doesn’t ache. I hope it just reminds you how big your heart truly is.

And yeah... I did love you. I just never said it.

Author's Note :

Sometimes, we have to imagine the apology... just to let the story rest.

This is me slowing down, taking one last deep breath... and letting go.

To Her :

Hey, if you're reading this I love you, God Bless.