u/hellvpr

I was at HEB yesterday buying cereal, milk, and cat food. When I finished shopping I was stopped by an employee who told me I had to show her my ID before I entered the checkout line. If I had alcohol in my cart I'd understand, although they usually wait until they've actually scanned the item before doing that. However, the three items I had in my cart weren't age restricted. A sixteen year old could legally purchase all three of those, given they had the money.

After she saw my ID she let me in, but I was very confused about why I was IDed at all. I've never been IDed at a grocery store unless I was purchasing alcohol or cigarettes. I just want to know what this was all about. Do you have to be a certain age to shop alone in HEB? My partner often comes with me when I go grocery shopping, but they weren't feeling well so I went by myself and sometimes people mistake me for being younger even though I'm over 25.

Please forgive me for my stupid rant. I'm just posting here because I can't complain about this stuff in real life without being called a pick me. I am 5'0, 99 lbs, and my shoe size is either a women's size 5 or a children's size 3 or 4, depending on the brand.. Finding clothes that fit me, particularly footwear, is a royal pain in the ass. I have no choice but to do it though. I lost 30 lbs this year and the soles are peeling off my sneakers. I am in desperate need of new clothes, especially new shoes. I've tried just wearing my old clothes to avoid this and they don't stay on me anymore.

Anyway, I went to the thrift shop and found some really cool stuff. Problem is, it seems like everything is made for women who are at least 5 ft 8 and somehow under a hundred pounds. Even if I found something that fit in the waist, it was way too long in the legs. Footwear was a hundred times worse. I couldn't find anything. I must have been in that store 2 hours, trying on size sixes which appear to be the smallest size they carry and hoping that maybe in a certain brand a size 6 would fit me. Nope. I had a similar problem when I went to Kohl's. I managed to find a dress and a couple shirts that fit that I actually liked, but no shoes which is what I need more than anything right now. Sure, I have a pair of heels at home, but I can't wear those everywhere. I hike a lot. I need boots or sneakers.

Whenever I complain about this people think that I'm trying to be that pick me girl type who's all like "uwu look at me I'm so small". No. There's nothing cute about this. This is fucking irritating and a massive inconvenience. Why can't I just be a long-legged 5 ft 8 woman who wears at least a size six shoe, or some other size of shoe that most retail stores actually carry? I'm sick of having to settle for kids sneakers for fuck's sake and having to hem or alter almost every piece of clothing I own! Also, I'm sick of having to go to at least three different stores just to find a pair of shoes that fit me that are made for actual adults!

It seems like ever since the mid 2010s when people started talking more about mental health that people just want to call every person who they don't get along with or gets on their nerves a narcissist. Narcissism, along with other psychiatric conditions, are terms that just seem to get thrown around way too much nowadays. For instance, I just saw this video that kind of got on my nerves about narcissistic behavior. The situation was things narcissists do when you're getting ready to leave. They mentioned things like a person realizing, for instance that they're missing their keys or some other important item just before they go out the door and then wasting time looking around for them, resulting in them being late.

The person who made the video acted like this is some kind of calculated thing narcissists do to inconvenience other people and make everything about them. I don't know about you but when I'm on my way out the door only to realize that I forgot my keys, it's not some evil mastermind plan I thought of to inconvenience the people around me or to try and put the spotlight on me. I don't want to be late anymore than you do. I didn't purposely lose them because I'm upset about you not giving me attention. I genuinely don't know where the fuck they went and I should probably make it a habit to always put them on the hook by the door when I get home.

That one coworker you just don't click with or sort of find annoying isn't necessarily a narcissist. Just because your best friend takes a long time to get ready when y'all go to the club doesn't mean she's a narcissist. Your girlfriend being forgetful and disorganized might be incredibly annoying, but it's not a sign that she's a narcissist either. She might have untreated ADHD or some shit like that.

I don't know. I just think we need to put the word narcissism on a high shelf away from everyone until people can learn to stop applying it to every person who annoys them or who they don't get along with, or say that any sort of behavior that inconveniences them is a sign that the person doing it is a narcissist.

I'm in the process of writing a story and trying to find a name for the vampire protagonist. The protagonist is non-binary, and there's a plot point involving their name. Their birth name is something rather feminine sounding and they change it to sound a bit more gender-neutral. Ideally, what I need is a gothic gender-neutral, perhaps vaguely masculine name that has a feminine sounding variant. Ideally I would prefer a fairly short name as well, but that's negotiable.

My boyfriend and I are in an open relationship. We've been seeing each other since February and didn't really put a label on things until a few months in. Aside from him dancing with a couple girls and me going out on a couple dates that didn't lead to anything in the early stages of our relationship, we haven't really been seeing anybody but each other. We have also only been sleeping with each other.

This is the first time I've been in an open relationship. We have a few ground rules. If either of us is seeing another person, we let each other, as well as the other person know. Also, while they don't necessarily have to be involved with both of us, they can be if they want to. However, I don't really see that happening given that my boyfriend is 100% straight and while I am bisexual and definitely open to dating a girl, most of the girls who have shown interest in me tend to be lesbians, not bi or pan. To be honest, I don't know many other bisexuals.

Anyway, on to the real issue. Someone I went out with a couple times in the past recently reached out to me. I find him attractive and enjoyed the time I spent with him, but I just wasn't sure if we clicked. However, given how much fun we had together I would be interested in going out with him again like he asked.

He is fully aware of me being an open relationship and my boyfriend is aware of him. He has encouraged me to go out with him if I want and we have plans tonight. However, I feel weirdly conflicted about this. As much as I enjoyed the couple of dates I went on with this guy in the past, I just feel so weird and conflicted about this, even though everybody's in the know.

I'm sorry for bitching and venting I just need to get this out. My rent increased $76. On top of that my apartment complex is undergoing renovations which while much needed are results in a bunch of little fees being tacked on here and there that I didn't used to have. This resulted in me having to tighten my budget even more then it already is and get a second job.

This other job is killing me. It was supposed to be part time because I'm a student but ever since six people quit they have me on full-time hours. I've worked for this company before in the past but this store is very different from the one I used to work at. By that I mean it's in a really bad neighborhood and we have to put up with all sorts of crazy bullshit every single day. The cops get called on almost a daily basis. We've got non-stop shoplifters, people coming into the store and making a mess of things, and customers straight up assaulting employees and probably each other too. That's on top of having to do the work of six now missing people. Actually seven because our newest hire just got fired for shoplifting.

On top of that I've got classes starting in a couple of weeks and while I have sent my boss my schedule they've done nothing to decrease my hours. There's no way in hell I can keep working six days a week, 6 hours a day, and still keep on top of my coursework. I usually get a decent amount of money back from student refunds so I'm hoping those come in soon to take a little bit of the pressure off. If I'm careful, I can make them last a few months, possibly until the end of fall semester.

At this point they're only a few things in my life that really make it worth living and I hardly have time for any of that. That would be spending time with my friends, my partner, and getting to draw and go swimming. I hardly have time for any of that now because I spend the first half of the day working on chores that I don't have time to catch up on the rest of the week and the second half of the day at work. I usually don't get home until it's nearly midnight.

However, this isn't even the thing that's stressing me out the most. I had a stalker who I thought had given up on me who has recently resurfaced. I have blocked this person I don't know how many times and I keep coming back with a new number. However, despite her numerous attempts make up rumors to get me and other people fired and evicted from our homes as well as her saying things that make it clear she's watching the house, the police don't think it's worth addressing because she hasn't explicitly threatened violence.

She told me after I already enrolled in courses for this semester that she's also enrolled for fall semester at my college. And yes, it's a college. There's hundreds of students there., but you don't know how Petty this woman is. She knows what my major is and she is petty enough to pick the same major so that she'll land in the same classes as me just so she can make my life a living hell. I know that sounds narcissistic, but she's done similar things to other people so I wouldn't put it past her to do it to me.

I wish I could just fucking withdraw but I'm pretty sure it's too late at this point because then I'll go back all my financial aid and I'm not financially in a place to do that. If I knew she was enrolled before I signed up for classes I would have just not come back. She just had to pull this shit at the last fucking minute and now I don't know how I'm going to not only balance my job and my work but also how I'm going to deal with being pestered by her the entire semester. Sometimes I wonder if I just straight up fucking died and this is hell or something.

I dreamed I was walking around this weird brutalist skyscraper with my boyfriend. It had red concrete balls around the outside of it, like at Target. There wasn't really an interior to the building, the staircases, walkways and everything were exposed but there were railings in place to prevent people from falling off.

I had the feeling it might have been a normal building at one point but was now just a skeleton. It was completely deserted and had kind of a post-apocalyptic feel to it.

He told me he had to go to the bathroom and ducked into a small, enclosed area that didn't have a roof. I was going to wait outside, but he pulled me in. That's when I realized the bathroom wasn't a bathroom at all because it started moving.

When it stopped, we were a few floors up but I'm not sure how much. There was a big gap in the floor between the elevator and where you step out onto the floor. I was really nervous about that, being scared of heights in real life. I stepped out before he did and grabbed onto these railings that were on the side to setting myself. I had to take a really big step but I made it over.

Then he asked me to come back over and I did but I was a lot more nervous going back over the gap then I was the first time, even though I made it. He reached out and helped me step over.

He said something about having to change his shirt and while he was doing that I noticed really deep scratches across his back. They looked too deep to be made by human fingernails, more like they were the work of some kind of animal. For some reason I didn't ask about them, even though I wanted to because I was a little alarmed and wondered if something attacked him.

I had a bit more trouble crossing the gap that time because there was a lot of wind and I looked down and got very dizzy but we both made it over. Then I looked over the railing, realized how high up we were and started panicking. I also had this weird feeling that even though I didn't see anyone else in the building, there was someone else there who was possibly dangerous. After that I woke up.

My friend has been running hot and cold on me ever since she got pregnant. I can't deal with it anymore. I know that makes me sound like a huge asshole. People tell me that she's pregnant and she can't help it but I feel like I'm being jerked around and it hurts.

I don't know what it is about somebody acting like they're my best friend one minute and like she wants nothing to do with me the next that's so painful. One minute we're friends, next minute she's telling me that I have avoidant attachment and that she's blocking me. Then she unblocks me, then she blocks me again.

People tell me that I don't get to complain because she's pregnant and she has real problems. They say that she's pregnant, she can't help it and it's just the hormones. I have a period every month and while I'm annoying as hell because I'm lethargic, feel sick all the time and am kind of useless, I don't go around lashing out at everybody and flip-flopping between wanting people in my life and cutting them off.

I've had people tell me not to take it seriously. She's pregnant, it's just the hormones. Except now she's not pregnant anymore and she's still doing it. I don't know if it's postpartum or what, but I can't take this anymore. It is too painful becoming emotionally attached to someone, opening up to them, only for them to lash out at me the next minute and tell me they no longer want anything to do with me. It isn't easy for me to trust someone and let them in and when she keeps going back and forth like this it gets harder to let her back into my life every single time.

I take things like that very seriously. If someone says they don't want me in their life I'm not going to try and chase after them. It's not because I don't care it's because they've made it very clear they don't want me there, so how can they blame me for not reaching out?

I had to grow up with my mother doing stuff like this all the time. Sometimes she would just scream at me that she hated me, getting the car and be gone for hours. Any attempt I made to reach her was futile. I never knew if she was coming back. Or sometimes if I did something that made her mad She would give me the cold shoulder and ignore me they're the rest of the day. I would do everything I could to try and make up for my mistake and nothing was ever enough. That's why I don't chase after people. It's not because I'm avoidant and it certainly not because I don't give a fuck.

And it's not just that. It's that ever since she got pregnant she's constantly been lashing out at me. I feel like I have to walk on eggshells around her.

Nothing hurts worse than this. People tell me that it's just hormones, but she's not pregnant anymore. It's not the fucking hormones. I think she actually hates me. She even said "there's no coming back from this" after she blocked me because I called her at the wrong time having no idea what the hell was going on in her life and that it was a bad time. How am I supposed to read her fucking mind?

This whole experience just makes me not want friends at all. I am sick and tired of reaching out only to be pushed away. I am sick and tired of being called a heartless monster because now that I'm hesitant to reach out unless the other person reaches out first, people think I don't care.

If I didn't care, would I have let you crash on my couch for 6 weeks? If I didn't care, would I have given you and your boyfriend $300 for the security deposit on an apartment when I myself was financially struggling? You claim that I don't have any real problems and that I'm rolling in money but that's not true! I am living paycheck to paycheck. I'm not rolling in fucking money. I wouldn't have done any of that if I didn't care but you see what you want to see. If I didn't care would I be up at 3:00 in the morning crying my eyes out?

I'm done. Don't ever try to come back into my life. I let you back in once and I won't be making that mistake again. And I think I might be done with friendship and other people in general for the rest of my life because I can't go through this again with anybody else.

I look like a short, skinny dude even though I dress very feminine. I have an inverted triangle body shape, angular features, and almost no boobs. I've also had a really deep voice ever since I was 12 years old that makes me sound more like a teenage boy than a grown woman and get mistaken for a crossdresser on a regular basis.

I'm also autistic but I don't have the quirky genius kind of autism. I have the bad at math, auditory processing, overly quiet type. I'm not nonverbal, but I have a noticeable stutter people have made fun of my whole life and I can't stand the sound of my own voice so I avoid speaking unless necessary.

I've been seeing someone for the last 6 months but haven't told anyone. I'm not embarrassed by him. I'm actually really happy with him and he's a really good guy. The reason I've been keeping it a secret is because of the way people act when they find out I'm with someone. It's like they think I'm some kind of charity case.

The last time I dated someone people accused me of making a fake Facebook account to make it look like I had a girlfriend. There was a picture of us together and one of my friends accused me of photoshopping a pic of myself in different clothes into a pre existing picture of myself. She was literally on a video call with both of us sitting next to each other and insisted it was AI because she could not believe somebody was willing to date me.

It's even worse when I date a guy. The last time I dated a guy my mother insisted on calling him my friend despite the fact that we'd been dating for over a year. She'd often say things like, "are you *sure* he's your really boyfriend and not just a really good friend? You could be misinterpreting things again." Keep in mind, *he's* the one who initiated the relationship! People also told me he was probably just gay and going after the most masculine looking woman he could find to cover it up.

At one point I went over to visit him because one time his car was having issues and was in the shop. While I was packing an overnight bag my neighbor dropped by and asked about it. I told her I was going over to my bfs for the weekend. She started laughing and said, "Girl he doesn't want you. If that was really your man he'd come over here, not the other way around."

I do not need this. I'm self conscious enough as it is. I love that guy but I hope none of my friends find out about him because I don't want to deal with this bullshit again.

You're probably not as accomplished as you tell everyone you are. A lion doesn't need to tell everybody it's a lion. There is nothing wrong with taking pride in your accomplishments, but when you put someone else down all it does is show how insecure you really are. You're a famous artist and you have two cars. That's great. You've also brought that same thing up twice in the same text message, and then proceeded to Make fun of me for living in an apartment, call my boyfriend a bum, and say that I've accomplished nothing in my life after I have told you repeatedly not to contact me, and have blocked your old number as well as the one you changed it to after I blocked you the first time. If you were that accomplished you would be too busy with whatever it is you're doing to spend all your spare time bothering a random college student who doesn't want to talk to you. I think that speaks for itself.

I feel alienated by a lot of other people with CPTSD because my stalker isn't a man. This woman is a former friend of mine who has made my life as well as the lives of a couple of my close friends hell ever since she turned on me. She, me, and her boyfriend all used to hang out as a group. We were all friends before they got together and remained friends afterwards. Her boyfriend eventually broke up with her because of her gambling addiction, which was something I didn't even know about until after the breakup. Evidently she stole money from him to use for gambling and this happened more than once.

She turned against me after they broke up, convinced that he dumped her for me. I never had any interest in the guy beyond friendship. Threats, accusations, her blowing up my phone and going off on me anytime I didn't answer immediately, as well as sending me creepy texts that made it clear that she was watching me because she always seems to know where I was at and what I was doing at any given time. I dealt with that for months.

I reported it to the police but they didn't take it seriously because while she threatened to ruin my reputation, get me thrown out of my apartment complex, get me fired for my job, and expelled for my college as well as telling abusive family member where I was, she never directly threatened violence. They didn't think what she was doing was serious enough to be addressed.

Her mistreatment of me escalated after I blocked her. The few people who knew about the situation outside of her ex who was dealing with the exact same thing, acted like I was the one at fault. They told me not to blame her but to blame the man who made her act that way. "Us girls got to stick together!"

Look. I do think that friendship between women is important. However, I'm not going to overlook somebody treating me like shit just because she's a woman.

People tell me that I'm wrong for cutting her out of my life, saying that it's just misdirected aggression or that she's just acting this way because of a man. I don't care why she's acting this way It's inexcusable and she needs to face some fucking consequences for it. She needs to take some goddamn accountability.

I don't care if her treatment of me is misdirected aggression. She's apologized to me before and I've given her second chances only for her to turn right back around with the accusations the second I missed a call or took longer than 10 minutes to answer a text, as if I don't have college and two jobs to worry about on top of everything else. I'm not going to put up with this bullshit anymore. At this point, even if she apologized for real and cleaned up her act I wouldn't let her back into my life. That does not take away the months of harassment and living in fear of her.

I've been living at my current apartment complex for a year now and the place has really gone downhill. I never really liked it, it's just a temporary pit stop until I'm finished with school, which I almost am now. It didn't used to be this bad though but since management switched living here is starting to become unbearable.

There are fire alarms going off all the time and it's driving me crazy. 9 times out of 10 it's nothing serious. Either somebody burned toast or some idiot decided it was a good idea to smoke inside. Anything can set them off, sometimes all it takes is just using the stove on a low setting. I wish I was kidding. It's not just the detector for that particular unit that goes off, it's the ones for the whole damn building.

The fireman have never even had to be called but you still have to evacuate every time it happens even though it's probably a false alarm otherwise you could get fined.

Parking is also over $100 a month just for a space which is why I haven't but a car even though I have my license.

Sometimes people smoke in the courtyard and they're cracking down so much on smokers that they'll fine you even if you don't smoke! I got fined when all I was doing was sitting outside drinking a Coke. There's nothing in the lease about not being allowed to have food outside, but since everybody smokes there they assume that I was doing the same and fined me anyway. Guilty by association.

There's also something in the building that I'm allergic to. I thought it was just my unit but I noticed that I start sneezing, having a runny nose and itchy eyes and being short of breath the moment I walk in the building. It's not just my apartment. I don't know what's making me sick but it's probably mold.

I even contacted code enforcement. They say there's nothing specific in their code about mold.

I'm being charged $1,100 bucks a month just to live here and considering that I can't even take a shower without a fire alarm going off I think it's way overpriced.

The only reason I even moved here is that it was relatively cheap compared to all the other places near my college. I thought it was my only option. However now that I know the area better I've discovered a slew of apartments that are nicer and more affordable ranging somewhere between $900-$650 a month. If I could get out of here and move into one of those that would be great because I'm a senior this year and probably going to have way more work. I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to focus on my studies in a moldy apartment with fire alarms going off constantly.

I have them. I started developing them this year after losing a fuck ton of weight when I got pneumonia. I had a baby face before. While I'm still mistaken for being much younger than my age, I feel like I look a whole lot older than 27 with this going on. I was insecure about how round my face was before this happened but now I wish it would just go back to normal. I miss my chubby cheeks.

I've seen a lot of people getting hollow cheeks with plastic surgery procedures like buccal pad removal or whatever it's called. On some people it looks good but on a lot of people it just doesn't look natural. Now that I have that hollow cheek look naturally and I see it every time I look in the mirror I can't imagine why someone would pay money to look like this. I look scary and also kind of like a dude. As pale as I am I'll start looking like orochimaru if I don't put on weight some soon. Ugh.

Are you seriously telling me that if I use my card to buy something from the vending machines there's an additional $10 charge tacked on? What kind of fuckass bullshit is this? You're seriously going to charge me $12 for a $2 bottle of water? Fuck you! What's worse is the new machines don't accept cash anymore. This is a fucking scam for real. I'd rather walk to the gas station a mile away in 100 degree heat and buy a drink than deal with this fuckery. Come on!

The topic came up when I was walking to the convenience store with my friend when I smelled something dead. Both of us smelled it and I said, "It's probably just a dead animal right?" He said it definitely was because dead humans smell much worse. He said it was the worst thing he's ever smelled, saying it was like a mix of sulphur, rotting flesh, and excrement.

My friend is ex-military so he knows about that sort of thing. I trust his what he says on that. That being said, why do dead humans smell worse than dead animals? Is it because of our diet or something else?

It doesn't. As a matter of fact it gets fucking worse. I hate it here, it's just like High School: Extended Edition, but make it worse.

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The sorority girls in my college are especially awful. I am sick and tired of being bullied and judged by these girls just for fucking existing.

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I was riding my bike when I realized the reason I was having more trouble with it than usual was because my tires were deflating. Luckily I was already pretty close to my apartment so I walked it up to one of the benches out front and sat down because I was tired. Then I saw my neighbor come out with his roommates and a couple sorority girls. He walked over to me and asked if I was alright. I said I was good, but I had a flat tire.

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Then one of the girls who had been looking at me like I was a fucking space alien the whole time asked, "uuuhm are you stranded here? You don't look like you belong here." I get that a lot. I don't know what the hell it is with people from this town but people constantly tell me I don't look like I'm from here. I told her that truth. "No, I live here. Then she started whispering to her girl friend. I heard them giggling like I just said something really weird or stupid.

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My neighbor asked if there was anything he could do to help out and I figured I'd ask if he had a bike pump. That might seem weird but we know each other pretty well. I lent him my broom when he first moved in, and he's helped me get into my place when I accidentally locked myself out. Just typical neighbor shit.

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One of the girls looked at me like I'd just spoken a foreign language and said, "Bike...pump? What's she talking about?" And she and her friend went back to whispering to each other and laughing.

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Unfortunately he didn't have one but said there was a drug store down the street that might have one. They left but the girls were laughing and pointing at me until they got in their car.

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I have to deal with shit like this every fucking day on campus. It's been like this ever since I came here my first year back in 2024. It's always the sorority girls from California. We have a lot of transplants here from California. There are some people in this city who are pretty chill but not many of them go to my college. I mostly hang out with the city natives who have lived here their whole lives and don't have sticks up their ass, or college graduates like my neighbor who've chosen to stay in the area.

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Personally I can't wait until I graduate in '27 so I can blow this joint for good.

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Are pools and other swimming areas mostly just for show or something that only men like to use? I've started to wonder if I'm violating some unspoken social norm because when I go to the pool its mostly only guys who get in the water. The girls might stick their feet in occasionally but it seems like they almost never actually go in. Most of them just sit by the poolside (or beach, lake, whatever) and tan. I am starting to feel like a weirdo for just jumping in the water like a dude. I presented male most of my life. Due to my naturally more masculine appearance despite being afab I was kind of socialized as such. Now that I've started exploring my feminine side it seems like there's all these weird unspoken social rules girls have that guys don't and I'm starting to wonder if I'm breaking one because whenever I go in the water people, usually girls, give me a lot of funny looks like I'm doing something weird.

Ive been seeing this guy since the end of February and something odd happened while we were doing stuff. I was straddling him, trying to get him inside and when I sat down I felt this weird pop. Usually when we have sex he has trouble getting it in all the way even though I'm turned on. Penetration is easiest for me when we do cowgirl. When the pop happened he was suddenly all the way in. It didn't hurt or anything, but it was a bit odd and took a minute to get used to.

Afterwards he asked me if I was actually a virgin. I'm not, I've been with a couple other people (one male, one female) before but always had issues with penetration and it's only now that someone's been able to get it all the way in.

I asked him what it felt like on his end. He told me that Usually when we have sex he feels like he "hits a wall" when he's halfway in and can't go in any further but that this time he said it felt like some kind of valve opened up. What exactly happened here?

My period started last Monday and shows no signs of stopping. An eight day period might be normal for some people but not for me! Mine only lasts 3-4 days.

Its not just the length of it though. The thing that really freaks me out is just how much blood I'm losing. Mine are relatively light except for the second day. Evey day of this has been like the second day of my period on fucking steroids.I am quickly running out of supplies because I bleed through tampons in under an hour. I went through three maxi pads yesterday during my second class (which is two and a half hours long btw). I actually had to ask the girl in the stall next to me if she had anything and thank god she did because I brought extra but normally I don't need this many.

The other weird thing is how thin the blood is. Its thin and runny, and has a thinner consistency than blood from a vein. When I was in the shower last night I thought I cut myself shaving because of all the blood running down my legs but it wasn't a cut, it was period blood. I don't think I've ever seen so much blood come out of me. It's kind of scary.

The guy I'm seeing is worried it might be a miscarriage. Ive been talking to him about it and the last time we saw each other (about a day before the bloodbath started) , he said I felt really feverish when he was cuddling me and had me take a lukewarm shower to cool me down. I remember feeling pretty weak and out of it a few days before, way worse than the typical fatigue and cramps I'm used to. I'm talking about being so weak and dizzy this guy had to basically hold me up in the shower so I didn't fall over. I'm having even worse bouts of dizziness now, possibly due to iron deficiency, which I've had before.

The cramps are much worse than normal too. Im used to lethargy and moderate cramping, as well as the infamous period shits but this is a completely different thing. Normally all I have to do is take it easy for a few days, pop an ibuprofen or two and I'm able to go about my day pretty normally. This time though the cramps feel like im being stabbed. They radiate down from my abdomen to my thighs. It was so bad I almost puked in class last week the day it started. It worried my professor, who advised me to go home because apparently I was sweating and had gone pale.

I have been to a doctor. I went last week and told her about my symptoms during the followup for my pap. They said everything looked normal and that everything I was experiencing was normal. But this is not normal for me! Ive never seen anything like this and the sheer amount of blood im losing is freaking me out.