u/Natural_Mind9123

So I was in my room doing nothing but lying down on bed and trying to sleep, when suddenly I started seeing arms from outside my window. I get up and walk close . Then when I stared outside I found a man standing in my window and looking down at me ( he was scary asf ) it was then when I woke up with my heart ready to leave my body and now I can't go back to sleep.

Now I was thinking, since I dream about scary shi a lot , I'll tell u about em daily....yk keep y'all entertained

Nhar 3la nhar kanzid n79ed 3la had lblad

I'm wearing shorts, it's fucking 43°C outside, and I'm at home (my mom's house). She tells me to cover up. We don't even have AC.

And guess what? She's literally just in her underwear, and I don't fucking care.

But I hate this. I'm wearing a big T-shirt and knee-length shorts, and she still tells me to cover up. WTF? Just bc u decided to marry an asshole who's sexually repressed?

fucking millennials

Nida2 lchfara 🚨 l3aaar lama b3do mni

Choufo lhih chwiya chefro chi 7ed akher

Hadi lpekala Tania li kaychefro Liya sir bghitlhom ghbara

Bach ghanmchi l uni db fo9 7mar

Tfou 3la medina ki dayra T0T

soooo unsafe B7al walou ychefroni ana

Yaarbi tssehl 3liya bra had lmedina wla had lblad kamla

Db ana I'm super ticklish w literally kantherr everywhere

I tend to flinch whenever someone touches me unexpectedly even a light touch can make me jump

So glesst kanfker how am I ever gonna deal with that with my future husband hhhh 😭

During the school year I rent a place in another city because of university, and even though living with roommates isn't always easy, it's the only time I feel like I have my own space.

Every summer I have to go back, and that's when everything falls apart. My parents r divorced and both remarried. I don't feel like I belong in either house. At my mom's place, her husband doesn't want me there. At my dad's place, his wife doesn't want me there. I constantly feel like I'm an inconvenience, and I've overheard arguments about me—talking about where I should stay next, or saying I should be sent somewhere else. It makes me feel like I'm a burden instead of someone's child.

I'm so tired of living out of a suitcase, never feeling at home anywhere. The constant fighting and tension are destroying my mental health, and I spend the whole summer counting the days until university starts again so I can leave.

Sometimes I scroll through social media and watch people my age enjoying summer—going to the beach, traveling, spending time with family, making memories. Then I look at my own life, and I'm just sitting at home, on my phone, trying to make another day pass. It's hard not to wonder what I did to deserve this. I've always tried to be a good daughter. I studied hard and earned my bac b mention très bien, and I keep passing all my university semesters with good grades. I never expected expensive gifts or a perfect life, but I thought maybe someone would be proud of me, celebrate my achievements, or make me feel like all my hard work mattered. Instead, home has become the place that hurts me the most. Some days it feels so unfair. But I keep reminding myself that I'm not studying or working hard for anyone else's approval anymore. I'm doing it for myself, for the future where I'll have my own home, my own income, and the freedom to finally build the peaceful life I've always wanted.

I'm a very delicate and sensitive person. That's one of the reasons why marriage scares me so much. A bad marriage is something that would completely break me. I truly believe I'd be an amazing wife. I care deeply, I love wholeheartedly, and I would always do my best for the person I love. But I'm also very sensitive. If u hurt me, even a little, it affects me more than u might realize. And I promise u this: I would never intentionally hurt som1. If I ever do something wrong—and I'm human, so mistakes happen—I feel terrible about it. I regret it deeply, sometimes to the point of tears, and I have no problem apologizing as many times as necessary.

I believe in communication. In fact, I love it. If something is wrong, let's talk about it. Let's work through it together. But please, don't yell at me. Don't raise ur voice at me. Don't let anger be the way we communicate. I've been hurt enough that even a small display of anger can send me into panic mode, and once that happens, it's hard for me to stop crying. Just be kind to me, and I swear you'll have the most loving, loyal, and caring version of me.

Sometimes I feel like I'll never find someone like that, even though I really hope I do. Recently, someone showed interest in me, and the way we met felt so beautiful and unexpected. He found my Instagram, and for once, I was genuinely interested in him too—which is very rare for me. We started talking, and I was completely myself from the beginning: honest, genuine, and open. But after a while, I started feeling like he was pulling away. He leaves my messages on delivered for hours, and honestly, it makes me feel a little foolish for texting him. I feel like I'm putting so much effort into this. I'm stepping out of my comfort zone, making an effort to get to know someone, and allowing myself to be vulnerable. But it doesn't feel like he's doing the same. What makes it even harder is that this is my first talking stage. I've never really done this before. And it's disappointing that the first time I decide to give someone a chance, I end up feeling let down.

Maybe I expected too much, or maybe I just hoped that if someone was truly interested, they would make the effort to show it. Either way, it hurts more than I'd like to admit.