u/AKA_6

I love a good not-actually-unrequited fic, but I also love a good actually unrequited angst fic, and those are so hard to filter for because people who write them use the ‘unrequited love’ tag. But I’m pretty sure the not-actually tag syncs to the unrequited love tag regardless, so that super sucks.

My main problem is that when I write works with the unrequited love tag, I’ll have people in my comments asking when they’re gonna get together or when’s the smut scene etc. like uhh I don’t wanna be the one to have to break it to you 😭 it’s rough out here

I’m in another subreddit with a specific flare for questions. Every single post under that flair, regardless of tone, content, or the nature of the question, is downvoted to hell.

Which is so weird, because the replies are always polite and helpful with very little hate, but still. Ya ask a question you get downvoted. I find it very strange.

I get it if it’s easily googlable shit like ‘what does (word) mean?’ But in my experience all questions seem to get this treatment.

There’s plenty of things that bother me that have perfectly valid reasons for existing. For example, I sure am pissy when I have to stop at a red light. Do I want to get rid of traffic lights? Of course not! In fact I’m very glad they exist. I’m still annoyed when I have to deal with them though.

I make this post because I once mentioned that I didn’t like a certain phrase and had multiple people start rattling off the dictionary definition, the centuries old history of the phrase, or calling me an asshole for policing language. I never said no one should say it, I said I personally didn’t like it. Those two are not one and the same.

I occasionally get little flashes of urge, but haven’t felt anything this bad in years. I only cut a few times, with most of my sh being bruises or scratching, but I really want to cut again and I’m really afraid I’m going to do it.

I just hate it so much. I hate that this is my reaction to anything moderately stressful. I’ve been doing so good just to have everything almost relapse again and it sucks. I’ve never posted anything like this before but I can’t talk to anyone else about this, barely anyone knows I ever struggled with it in the first place. It’s just this persistent thought that I’ll feel better if I break my own jaw or something, even though I know it’s not true.

I just feel so pathetic for wanting to do it again when nothing horrible enough happened recently to justify it. Not that anything could justify it, but you get what I’m saying. Nothing I can blame, It’s just back full force and I have to deal with it.