u/Decent-Lifeguard3543

me and this guy have been friends for over a year now, and to be honest he was the first guy i had regular contact with since me and my ex broke up a year earlier. i didnt think much of him at first, but as we started seeing each other more and more, calling late into the night, facetiming just to see each other, i couldnt help but fall for him. i would get jealous over the smallest things, like his female friend whos two years older than him and "like a sister", or how he asked me how to reject a girl who asked him out. ive been struggling with depression and eating disorders, so i didnt have a high self esteem. still, he talked to me like i was valued, sent me strangely romantic videos and listened to me when i would cry or complain about my life. i realised i would tell him way more than he told me, but i was in too deep to start being nonchalant so he wouldnt get annoyed. he came to my birthday despite being the only guy there because i dont have many guy friends, and that made my attraction for him worse. hes a genuinely nice guy, the sweetest guy in how he talks and treats me. i can go too far with a joke, but the moment he does and he sees i get upset, he apologises immediately and waits until i initiate similar jokes before joining in. he will do endearing things like join my spotify playlist and play songs he knows i like, or asking me about updates on stories i told him ages ago and forgot he knew about them. he remembers things about me (which i cant say the same, i forgot he broke his arm at some point even though he knew i broke my leg a decade ago). our families are really close, so i didnt want to risk it by confessing or anything. one day i called him and told him how i didnt really want to date yet, even though i did, and he agreed with me. i dont know exactly what i said because i was drunk, but after that we didnt speak as much for months, he didnt pick up my calls, and left me on read. my heart broke, and i resolved not to get close with him ever again. in his defense, he lost a family member and didnt speak to anyone really, and i felt like it was selfish of me to try flirt with him whilst he dealt with that lost. it was partly denial, partly out of concern (i wish i could say i was dry because he needed time to heal, it was so my heart wouldnt break even more) i would send him videos about hgs and hbs two months later, and he sent them too. so i thought that was the end of it all. when we saw each other it was more friendly too, and there were no more moments where we would stare at each other, or sit so closely our arms brushed against each other. all i wanted was to be loved by him. its breaking my heart now as i write this, and i just want it to stop. i thought i did a pretty good job at burying my feelings, as i would now visualise him as a female friend, send him "my hb is gay" and he would call me lesbian as well. lately though i saw a reel he liked "when you fumbled but that meant you had the ball". i dont know if it was about me, but i decided to flirt with him again to see if anything would change, other than him being friendly. well it did, he invited me to his party, and as soon as i arrived he gave me the first hug weve ever had. it was so weird, because for the last year and a bit ive literally been in his car, practically sat in his lap when theres been no space at the library/cafe we study in, known as family to his family. and he was so warm that all the feelings that i tried to ignore came back. his friends kept pushing us together like teenage boys hyping up their friends crush, and i didnt know what he had told them about me. (ive simplified this a lot, if you want to know the whole details about our friend/relationship/idkship just lmk im willing to sit down and spill everything. ) he kept trying to talk to me alone but people kept talking to him. when i was leaving, he gave me such a long hug, and i was wondering what the hell was going on. this guy gives me mixed signals and i cannot be bothered deciphering it. but somewhere in my heart i yearn for him, even though i dont understand why. is it because im sure he likes me? or that i havent talked to anyone romantically in two years? im so lonely and whenever i see him my ears burn, even though i told myself im not into him anymore. can someone help me figure out if this guy likes me or not? i want closure, and i dont want to keep listening to depressive songs or crying in my room everytime we meet. i dont want to keep having to check his following, or sus out his female friends. i want my heart to stop aching, it hasnt stopped aching in days and every little thing makes me cry. idk if its the depression or this.

guys title says it all this guy is an arsehole and no amount of cute fluff between him and taekjoo can make up for it😭😭like goddamn

SPOILERS >!SPOILERS i cant believe in vol 9 !<>!SPOILERS !<>!when taekjoo loses his memories and has a panic attack on the yacht, that zhenya keeps manhandling poor jongwoo and olga, to the point that HE HAS HIS OWN SISTER BY THE NECK?? let GO of my queen you brute...jokes aside i just want this guy to die sometimes so taekjoo olga and jongwoo can be free!<💔💔 ever since i found out this thing calls itself mummy during boombayah i can never see it the same

title says it all please drop a pic of ur shorty bae

for context i always scream and thrash around when i sleep, or argue or fight. i dont really remember what i dream about, but my mum, who i sleep with, always tells me how i wake up and yell at her, or mumble incoherent stuff like "stop" and "please". sometimes ill grab out and hit people, and ive woken up with my hands around my neck and arms. it doesnt really bother me that much, since ive never been able to break free and know what is making me yell, and i usually dont remember.

because of my "night terrors" my parents have been nagging me to stop watching horror movies and playing horror games, and it gets on my nerves. i cant help it if my brain twists things in my subconscious, when im awake, i never get scared of horror. so i told them to wake me up whenever i would start screaming.

i have this dream two nights ago, where its my house and im sitting at my table and all of a sudden words are being scrawled onto the walls. there is light, but instead of the familiar warm glow of the ceiling lamp, its coming from the corners, and its very very dim. all i can see are these words, in greens, reds, blacks, purples, like paint. i retreat back into the laundry, which is dark, and i bump into my mother. shes so old, with white hair and shes just staring at me. i go back into the kitchen to shut the pantry door (which ive gotten yelled at for not doing) and then black ink starts seeping from the walls. then i see this thing, i dont rememver what it was, but i remember feeling terrified. i ran back to my mother who is still staring blankly at me.

i shake her and i tell her "this isnt real, wake me up" then i start screaming at her to wake me up, and she morphs into this horrifying creature, with a great skinless head and massive eyes, like that monster from Wednesday. at this point im actually convulsing as my mum tells me, and im screaming at the top of my lungs. she eventually wakes me up, and both my mum and dad are looking at me with fear. what the hell can i do to stop these freaky dreams, they never happen when i sleep over at friends houses, only when im in my bed at home. could it be tied to subconscious memories? i dont remember anything from the first 12 years of my life because of trauma.

yall the title speaks for itself ive had the weirdest most uncomfortable sexual dreams with people i definitely do not want to have sex with. for context i do get off once or twice a week but im definitely not an avid porn watcher by any means. its just monkey see monkey do, if i feel like it ill do it. but ugh lately ive been dreaming the most graphic scenes ever, and it will be with the most random and disgusting people....

please do not judge me but ive had these sort of dreams with my SISTER. with this guy who ASSAULTED ME?? oh god even typing it makes me so disgusted, i woke up and threw up i couldnt believe my mind could make something so twisted. ive never looked at her in that way, nor the guy who made me so terrified for my life that i didnt go outside for half a year... its not only them, ive been having weird dreams about my teachers, sometimes my friends. what the fuck is wrong with me, and how do i get this to stop!!