me quite much. i hate being asked questions about my life. i see enemies in people. i guess if my expectations were met, i'd kill myself. i have weak mental resistance but simunatenously idc what others think about me. i am just scared of mental wounds.
is this normal that people at work talk about their personal life? like kids, formation, marriage, past, future, hobby etc. serious question, i don't want to come off as a weirdo and sit in silience
i don't even why i binge but it always works and never disapoinnts. DEA has this shameful habit? where do you find joy? i mean there are things i like doing but they can't hold a candle to food.
I was 3 months on estradiol and my boobs doubled their size and I hate it so much. Will they ever get small again? HELP I can't look at myself
There is no singe thing I would be excited about. I always pretend, I have no social life (as my choice, so it doesn't bother me, but I suppose it should), I am always tired and lifeless. I am such a pessimist immersed in existentialism, antinatalism and efilism. I don't think I am depressed in a cureable way - I ponder it is an immanent part of me (just to make things worse).
I am always stucked between which makes me inevitable. Personally speaking, this is devastating to be in always-searching-for-something mode. And it is not even like I am look for something consciously, but my mind chases after unreal.
I keep on complaining daily so I have mastered it, but I suppose people are sick of it. Better never to have been. I am so exhausted and in constant pain. I do my worst and still haven't died.
I have got this feeling I won't make it to... 25? 24?
after taking estradiol for 3 months. i have also gained some weight but they never been so big (i hate it) even before ED where i used to weigh even more. is this normal? how can i get them small again? shoul i lose weight again?
it was absent for over 2 years and after HRT it came back 3 months ago and i had forgotten how much i hate this bleeding. i hate big and painful boobs and painful abdomen, i hate mood swings i hate being a target to fertile. i swear i am going to relapse bsc it is too much for me. i am disgusted by myself as fuck
she says i am terrible and impossible to live with. social life drains me and i am sick of others. literally being around and talking to people hurt me mentally. i know i am boring and bored, different, rare (in the bad sense of the word) and weird. I KNOW THIS. i don't need social interactions beyond the nessecery ones (i mean at work, school).
additionally, i profess antinatalism, so for me the world only offer us suffenring and pointless fights about stupid things we have ever made validated. i am very pessimist person, but still do my best and she says such unpleasant things... it hurt me BUT how can i change? perhaps should i learn how to act around relatives to not to hurt them anymore?
czy podjęlibyście pracę na studiach (nie w zawodzie) mimo braku konieczności finansowych? taka typowa praca studencka - seciowka ubraniowa czy jedzeniowa.
ja osobiście tak, pomagało mi to być lepiej zorganizowanym, społecznym i mniej znudzonym. co nie zmienia faktu, że była to minimalna (chwilę nawet na UOP! marne grosze) i kosztowało mnie to sporo zdrowia - dosłownie uszkodziłem staw w robocie i nie obyło się bez operacji xD
to skłoniło mnie do takich przemyśleń. ciężko znaleźć robotę 'siedzaca' kiedy to student dyktuje warunki. u mnie nie było możliwym przychodzić na takie normalne 8h poza weekendami.
personally, i don't enjoy it since i don't give a shit what others do and think and movies are mainly focused on the lives of people. i cant stand dramas, romances and even science-fiction bothers me.
Do you feel this way? The world is just illusion and human beings came up with an idea to pretend anything matters. They do their best to prolong the delusion and fight for literally nothing. I feel nothing, neither I am sad nor disappointed. Just wanna escape
I had arthroscopy over 2 weeks ago. They removed medial and underpatellar (?? english is not my native) plica. The surgeon said I would recover quickly but the recovery is kinda challenging for me. I mean my knee is still swollen and stiff. I have full extension but I can bent it up to 100*. Should I be worried at this stage?
I barely handle them at work and I cannot even imagine coming back home full of another people. I only tolerate my brother who knows I am weird and totally accepts the fact so I can be utterly myself around him. I don't fucking want to entertain them and be talked to. We all pretend and I am sick of this
Czy ktoś z was żył w ten sposób? Czy jest bardzo ciężko? Cała podróż od wyjścia z domu do wejścia do murów uczelni zajęłaby mi 1,3-1,5h. Nie jest to pierwszy rok, więc to co najgorsze (mam nadzieję) już za mną. Z jednej strony jest to "tylko" półtorej godziny, ale z drugiej strony są to 3h w ciągu dnia w transporcie i szukanie sobie zajęcia między ewentualnymi okienkami. Z trzeciej strony koszt pokoju wyniósłby ok 1,5k.
Is it normal to feel stiffness, fullness, pulling, and swelling two weeks after having the folds removed? Because of this feeling of fullness, I can't bend my knee more than about 100 degrees. Furthermore, walking (literally a few hundred steps) significantly increases this stiffness. This was supposed to be a simple procedure...
Chętnie poczytam opinie na temat tej ścieżki zawodowej - o obowiązkach, stresie, satysfakcji, alternatywach, motywacji i... co tylko uważasz za warte wspomnienia.
On 9th July I had my knee surgery. Lately I have been feeling down because walking is literally the point of my life. I used to do 500K a month but since my injury (October 2025) I have reduced my activity and.. here we go. Today I have walked 3k steps but not on purpose. Just bustling in the garden. I can't wait until my knee is healed and I can get back to my walking routine. It is extremely tough for me. I have gained a few kgs since it is hard to replace walking dopamine with anything else so my brain has found it in food. Ahh, I am so sad and (paradoxically) tired!
literally n o t h i n g can draw my attention as much as food. only binge eating can distract me form myself but only for a moment and obviously resulting in self-hatred. it is like a drug for me. i feel so calm after binging. why can't i be this way daily? why have i chosen this kind of escapism? sometimes i think i'd rather smoke or dring
i was on HRT for 3 months due to 2+ years of amenorrhea and i have had so far 2 periods (last on 9th June) and they don't seem to come again but my still my boobs are painful and bigger (i have gained some weight) but they have never had this size before. tbh i don't like them, i like being flat, but is this (title) normal?
i have no words to tell you how i hate humanity for all their actions (mainly for procreation) and how draining every day is even though one's life is pretty normal (i mean you all have to eat, drink, sleep, work, suffer etc). you all were brought to this hell without consent and now we all have to pay our parents' fuckin debt and pretend we can manage it. i wish i could find phrases describing the absurdity of this world but i am fucking speechless. i am just sitting, looking around i cannot believe this is real. what is worse - this shit is literally for nothing. we are here just to die and nothing fucking more. we all abuse and we are abused. we are focred to suffer sooner or later and eventually die. fucking nonsense.
i am bored to death with movies, games, books. i can't find a world i might escape into. everything hurts and seems to be so superficial. what is your escapism?