r/venting

I’m in my first week of college. Last night me and 2 of my friends went to this girls dorm just to chill out. I had never met her before. I meet her and she’s really pretty and really nice and she was kind of messing with me. For about 2 hours she was glazing me saying I’m so interesting and funny and strong and I have so much going on for me. Fast forward to today same group of us are in my dorm playing a game, when another guy in our building comes in asking if he can js watch and chill with us and I’m like sure. And he asks if he can sit on my bed I say it’s chill but then after 1 minute he gets off and sits next to this girl. 3 minutes later his arm is around her and he’s feeling her up in my dorm in front of me. I just feel like such a loser right now I cannot fall asleep and I have nobody to talk to about it. The worst part is I shouldn’t have cared because I didn’t even know her for 24 hours but we had so much in common and really clicked that I got too attached. He even called her the wrong name and she don’t care at all.

No matter WTF I do hair is there. Weather I put my leg up and shave it doesn't completely shave my butt hole hair. I hate it. If I don't shave it its long enough to do dreds

I am losing my sanity over whatever biological weapon my neighbor is cook-smoking behind closed doors. It doesn't even smell like normal drug smoke; it smells like a whole raccoon family crawled inside a wall, expired, and then got blasted with chemical industrial cleaner. It is a 24/7 assault on the nostrils that seeps through the electrical outlets, creeps under the front door, and marinates every piece of fabric I own. I can’t open my windows, I can’t sit in my living room without gagging, and no amount of scented candles or air purifiers can mask the stench of liquid rot and burnt battery acid. I’m literally breathing in third-hand biohazard daily while they’re in there living in another dimension. How does anyone stay awake for three days straight just to smell like a decaying zoo enclosure? I just want to breathe normal oxygen in my own home without feeling like I need an industrial hazmat suit and a priest.

I was skinny my whole life, and slowly started gaining weight and now I have a large tummy and arms and I’m beginning to get back rolls.

I started working out for almost a year and I barely have gained muscle. But what I have gained just makes me seem larger, not toned.

My family is so pretty and skinny and I’m getting fatter. And I’m tall so it almost looks worse. I am picky with food, but I wish I could just eat nothing, then I get so hungry I cave and eat fast food for supper.

I wish I was able to just eat the exact same breakfast,lunch dinner and be satisfied and happy and lose some weight.

It doesn’t help that my face looks kind of goofy and not pretty so being fat just adds on to my bodydismorphia or whatever it’s called.

I just want to look normal and slightly pretty and fit in and not be scared of photos being taken of me.

I don't have the motivation to save myself anymore. I neglect my personal hygiene, haven't seen my therapist in weeks, haven't kept up with doctors appointments, haven't really talked to anyone besides my dad about how I feel because I don't really have anyone to talk to. I feel so alone in the world. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE

Throwaway account because I fear I might get flak on this.

I'm building a very expensive PC for gaming because I've always wanted one for gaming, a desktop in general and I believe the possibilites are limitless with one. I want to try and do things with it but I haven't really found the time and motivation to really do it tbh, like learning Blender 3D modelling.

I had a talk with my dad last night about building it and I told him how much it would cost. He was shocked by the price and he doesn't think it's worth it because he doesn't think a PC in my case is an investment if it's solely for gaming (and he's right, it isn't, but that's not what I wanted in building this). He made me feel more discouraged to build one in the first place because it would not bring me income and even though I'm still going to follow through, it just makes me feel like he doesn't respect the hobby. He's not trying to stop me at least which is good but the whole conversation just made it feel like it was not worth investing in a hobby that brought me enjoyment. I know this project would bring me a lot of it and it holds value to me because I would get happiness and fulfilment out of it.

What bothers me as well is what he said about hobbies. He told me that he would've respected my decision to build a PC more if I was using it to build AI which would can generate income and is a trending topic. He's not wrong in that it would be good to find other things to do with my PC other than just gaming but it seemed like he was talking about how hobbies are really only worthwhile when they return income to you. That's not true. People engage in a lot of hobbies that don't always generate return and they still find fulfilment out of it because it brings them joy and a way of bonding with other people. That's what I get out of building a PC, happiness... I could come up with a list of hobbies that don't generate financial return or they can but they don't always generate high value.

I'm still going to go through with the PC build because it would not be worth stopping now as I have already accumulated half of the required components and it's not going to generate any value if I sell now, but it will give me value by building it. I feel shameful that I want to put this much effort and financial resources (I should mention that I am budgeting, being financially conservative and have set a timeline) and I shouldn't even bother engaging in gaming in the first place - it's not worthwhile. Practically it doesn't make sense to stop, but emotionally, i feel hurt and discouraged. I don't blame him for sharing his opinion and I appreciate that he's not trying to stop me, I just disagree with him and he made me feel like it's just not worth it when it actually does.

I'm aware this might be incredibly stupid but It's so late I can't talk anywhere else.
I was playing an online ttrpg with my best friend, this is the finale of a season, we both seemingly agreed to take extra time this week to make it work for a few days. That is until she stopped engaging as frequently, and steam notified me she started playing a game with someone else.

Mind you, I'm not mad she's playing a game with friends, I'm just sad bc I was so excited for this, I made time, and she sneakily starts doing something else while not even bothering to ask me for some time or telling me in advance, I feel like she just started treating me as an afterthought to engage with in the breaks of her having the fun she wants, like i'm some time-passing bot just there for her to talk to whenever she wants and not caring about My time and enjoyment as well. Someone she can drop as soon as something more exciting shows up :/

Stings a bit more bc just today I managed to make time And money to send her a gift in the mail we've been talking about lol

I’ve never actually been cheated on as far as I know, but in every relationship I’ve been in, there’s always someone else that comes along that my partner says they find attractive or want to pursue something, or they just end up leaving me for said person. It’s left me with this feeling that I’ll never be good enough for someone to choose me and to stay with me. When I’m in love, that feeling of wanting love and affection and attention and wanting intimacy doesn’t really decrease all that much in compared to other people from at least what I’ve noticed. For some reason they always lose interest in me.

I’m in a relationship right now that’s a little over two years, and my partner right now has a tendency to get very fixated on new people that she has grown close to, then move to the next exciting person. And I feel kind of left in the dust already. I’m not new so I’m just there and unimportant. I guess I wonder if it’s normal for this to be an inevitability in relationships or if I should just stop trying to be loved by someone else because I’m getting a little exhausted. Like my heart can’t really take much more of it. I understand as well that this must be from somewhere that I’m lacking if it keeps happening to me over and over haha I mean no one is perfect

I’m an LGBT/pansexual man. Over the last 8 years, I was objectified and subjected to abuse (in various forms) by more than 100 men. One of them, I had to file a police report on because he ended up cyberstalking me and using that to promote his career and socioeconomic status. I swear, men are so disgusting….

How do women even remain married to men, who only want for themselves and have no empathy for others? Men are assholes to women. Even in 2026, men are still misogynistic and people normalize it and don’t care to teach men how to break and end toxic masculinity (which could’ve prevented what I went through, from 2018 until today).

And these men today, refuse to compromise and are emotionally unavailable. They still cheat, they still lie, they still get married and use women to procreate and then divove them or dump them. It’s fucked up!!! These are the idiots who worship Andrew Tate and Donald Tree Stump, instead of worshipping positive men, like Justin Baldoni, Shawn Mendes and many, many more men, who want to end toxic masculinity permanently. But, no—they promote con artists who believe in the Conservative Agenda? But, someone else says the same shit I’m saying and they get celebrated for it, while I get disrespected and emasculated in comments’ sections? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!!!

These men were dismissive avoidant attachment people—they all manipulated me into thinking they were wanting a relationship (and the other person knows that about me), yet being objectified and queerbaited by multiple guys. They saw me as a side piece, but manipulated me into thinking they wanted courtship & to propose eventually. And out of all of them, only one person took accountability.

So, because of how much I was used & discarded, the right man will pass my test—he has to be willing to not only have a good personality and be humble and want courtship and marriage, but he also has to have the same beliefs, same outlooks on life, same resilience, and the same ambition I have. Except the ambition is to win my heart. The right man will do whatever it takes to earn me. The right man will refuse to queerbait me. The right man will refuse to use me. The right man will refuse to toss me to the side, the way all the other men before him did.

That’s why he’s Mr. Right and everyone else saw me as a nice piece of ass, while gaslighting me into thinking they wanted marriage like I did. I want a man. The other ones before were immature boys disguising themselves as men (who only matured after cheating on me with women and marrying the mistress, or leaving me for older gay men, 20 years their senior, or them hating long- distance relationships, or me constantly being told, “You’re not my type”). So, as I said, Mr. Right will literally climb every mountain, and cross every bridge asked of him, to meet me on the other side & eventually date me and marry me one day.

If Mr. Right wants me, he will do the work to pass my test. He WILL.

Don’t get me wrong I love my mother(s)

Recently I’ve been extremely anxious about my bodily health. And I know I have phone addiction, chronically lazy and is not the healthiest person out there, but I know I won’t randomly get a tumour. But this is gnawing at me.

Everytime I felt throat discomfort I think of anaphylaxis

Everytime I felt my heartbeat going up I think of heart attack

I felt pain in the side of my body I think of kidney failures

My head hurts I think of brain swelling

This is so bad I am perpetually stressed at this point. I kept trying to tell me that the odds are in my favour and I can’t be having anaphylaxis, heart attack, tumour, kidney failure and brain swelling at the same time, but how can I be sure that nothings wrong with my organs?

So ykw today I chose to talk to my mother about it. But she just gives the most generic answers like “don’t google your symptoms” no shit I know. But I told her I’m feeling stressed and it’s like she doesn’t take me seriously

It’s so bad this haunts me to my sleep and the only time I get a break from this is by sleeping

Hello

I'm 35F. I work in medical field & it involves a lot of physical & mental labor. I love my job. Absolutely no complaints but sometimes, as part of my job, I see certain things which greatly rattle me.

To cope with it I developed this habit of stress eating. Before I used to listen to spiritual podcasts, read & listen to soothing music but later on they didn't work. Now only food comforts me.

I think I'm ruining my physical health. Sought a therapist & she recommended some coping mechanisms & practices, but I personally still feel nothing comes close to food.

I hate it. I know it's not some life threatening problem. But whenever I try to vent about this to family or friends, they right away ask me to change my career. But I don't want to. I know the importance of my line of work. I know I'm in the right profession & not a lot of people are fortunate to work in the profession they truly love.

Just needed a space to vent without people discouraging me. That's all. Thank you.

Parent your goddamn kids.

I have been off of cigarettes since 2010. I have immune problems, where my immune system is hyper aggressive. In the past 16 years I have lost and kept off 200+lbs and kept in shape, even got healthy enough to get accidentally pregnant that was fun.

But now every county around me is banning flavors. Flavored eliquid, might I add.

The birthday cake flavored alcohol is still allowed to be manufactured, for some reason. Nobody cares that my brother died only a couple years ago at 38yo from liver failure. Nobody cares that he started drinking Puckers when we were teens. Nobody cares that people like me heavily benefit from smokeless nicotine. Nobody cares that if I go back to smoking cigarettes that my health will get infinitely worse.

Why not quit?

Why don't y'all quit drinking donut flavored liquor???

Parent your fucking kids. Stop letting them buy products that aren't age appropriate. Stop giving them your fucking credit card and then complaining to the news media, meanwhile you're chugging mikes hard and Bailey's with your fuckass drunk stupid mom friends who can't stand to be around their kids unless theres alcohol to look forward to.

Nobody cares about the life I've had to live. About the way my brain never fucking stops. I have to see this shit everyday.

I miss my brother. Why do I have to see this shit. Why does everyone absolutely shit on me and downvote me whenever I make this correlation. It's like, I touched a nerve, I threatened their precious alcohol, so they just disagree with me and try to make me go away.

It's dehumanizing. Can we please ban flavored alcohol????

Saw this workout I really wanted to try. I am incredibly sedentary I dont do shit, and I want more muscle mass so yeah. Starts off with crunches. Easy, right? But no, I can't fucking do it. Decide to search it up cause surely my technique is wrong? But apparently my core muscles are just too weak. Okay, try some easier variants? Can't fucking do those either!!! so what the actual FUCK am i supposed to do??????? Oh I guess i can't be healthy now. Stupid fucking muscle groups its not my fucking fault that ive been forced ro sit at a desk for like 9 hours a day basically all my life. Im actually done fuck this shit

I worry I love her too much.

Im mesmerized by her and everything she does. I love her hair, and her art, and her stories, and literally everything about her.

I truly love her. I've never felt like this for anyone before, and yeah, I'm young, I dont know a lot, and I dont know what to do anymore. I really am obsessed with her. I love her so much, it hurts. Genuinely, it hurts. Because I fear she'll leave, that she'll finally give up on trying to survive and take her life. And I'll be alone, and she'll be dead. Dead. God I hate that idea. Or we just simply break up, which would be heartbreaking, but not nearly as bad as if she took her life.

It scares me, that her killing herself is something I'd have to worry about. Its such a heavy thing to hold in my heart, the knowledge she isnt okay, and she wont ever open up to me about it. I cant even imagine how heavy her heart must be for whatever shes going through.

I wish, so desperately, that she felt she could talk to me. I've waited and waited, but I dont think she ever will and I dont know how to help her. I dont know what to do and it kills me. I want to be there for her, to be someone she can ALWAYS talk to. I want to be everything she's been for me. I feel so useless. Knowing all this information about how shes doing and being unable to do anything with it.

And no, telling her I'm here doesnt help. I tell her constantly. She just says she's fine and leaves it at that.

I want to help her. But I cant. I'm doing everything I can. Fuck I'm bawling my eyes out now.

Posted a day or two days ago I don't remember. Told my friend that the only reason I went to the village was because of her and since I came here we haven't hung out almost at all. Tomorrow she's going to town all day and I can't come with because there's no space in the car, she tried to find some compromise but nothing, and all that bc i told her that I've been staying at home since we came here and haven't hung out like it is. Also the friends she's seeing she sees them already all the time, i know it's selfish to be mad about how she spends her time but I see her like twice a year and come and go at her time being here. From like the 2 weeks I'm here I've seen her in like 2 and a half days, maybe even less if I take out hours from the day.

Idk this doesn't even make sense I'm crying while writing this. I've been crying almost every day I've been here this feels like waste. I've been so sad that it has made me think that everyone hates me even my partner who's not even here. I don't want to come here again but probably will this is a summer routine I've had since i was little. I really wish she'd include me or tell me her actual plans so that I don't waste time wasting away feeling alone.

Sorry if this was too long :(

My mental health has severely deteriorated. I’m a type 1 diabetic, and suffering kidney failure. I’m undergoing dialysis, but my seizures have been more and more frequent. The only reason why I’m alive right now is because my siblings are calling 911, my mom won’t. The doctors send me home once I’ve stabilized but I’ve had 3 near death experiences when I’ve gone hours without someone calling 911. I’ve been in “critical condition” at least 3 times.

My mom told my family that I was faking it, so that’s the story they believed. It wasn’t until I had a seizure in the middle of a family vacation did they realize my seizures were real. My mom was also upset she had to stay back at the hospital with me when everyone else was going home from our vacation.

My mom doesn’t like me. She doesn’t like to hug me. She has physically abused me as a kid. Heavily. She would beat me with her glass ruler until I was bleeding, or use her fists. And now she denies all of this. My mom right now is just trying to make my life as cruel as possible while still giving herself room to say I should “be grateful”

My siblings all talk to me as if they’re preparing for me to pass on soon. I don’t blame them. My health is really really bad. I thought riding an e-bike would fix it but it hurts to even get up these days. Luckily my bike has a throttle.

do you gals know that? i guess im not the only one

Why does me be so bad luck

My father got cancer and now is about to die because of goose poop on his elbow but maybe not because of medicine and all because i talked with my family i dont really like my family because my family is human and acts human but i also dont want more sadness anywhere because sadness is so sad.

Anyways im about to go bacj to living out of my bag because i cant trust anyone even while traveling because if i do ill just get drugged again which i dont want to talk about now because yeah

I hate living why cant i just die die die die die

I dont even know what to say anymore maybe i dont know oh yeah therapy is stupid like no i dont want to be a liar and no i dont want to teach you about how to be a therapist and no i dont want to stare at a wall all day after i commit suicide because i got caught running away from a mental facility where my therapist threatened to hit me and the doctors didnt care i coughed up blood and we couldnt shower without being watched and im so overmedicated to the point im asleep all day and awake all night and nobody cares i also gained 80lbs and have every bad side effect but if i choose to not take the pill which makes me gain weight, hear voices, zone out constanfly, and have a bad sleep cycle i have to go sit in a chair and do nothing all day while everyone around me sits in a chair and also does nothing because sitting in a chair doing nothing is totally treatment worth thousands of dollars daily.

Even though this was two years ago I sometimes think about it because I feel so bad but at the same time… I don’t. I’d also like to know if other people have their parents as authorized card holders?

I had an ex (ex for a reason) who was an EXTREME mamas boy. I could go on and on about it but one instance shocked me to my core. He told me a few months prior to the incident that his mom was authorized card user for his bank account. I didn’t think much of it because I loved that man. Idc about his money, I made my own.

Well one day we were about to go on a weekend trip. I booked us the hotel and he was gonna pay for the food etc. When we were about few steps away to walk out the door he SCREAMED. I was like wtf? I didn’t even know what was happening. I was scared so I was asking “whats wrong?” and he didn’t respond. He automatically called his mom and said “what did you just buy? You put my bank account into the negatives!” My face dropped because wtf.. She said she had bought hydraulic press machine, stencils and croc charms to make her own “business” and print shirts and cups for people and sell them.. she spent about 5k or so. Those excuses didn’t really make sense because I’ve seen some press machines range from $150-$400… He was a few grand into the negatives because of her. However she did her little “I’m so sorry son I love you” and he said “it’s okay I’ll make up for it with time.”

I might sound like the evil witch here but I don’t think that’s something to just brush off your shoulder, even if it’s his mother. She’s always spent his money on everything. I just feel like she should’ve asked or told him what she was going to do but he was completely blind sided.. I was upset for him because he was really upset but he didn’t want to tell her how he really felt about it.

It’s important to note that his mother and farther own a booming business where they make their money. Yet she used his and seen no wrong in it. She walked all over him which I felt bad for. However, at the same time I couldn’t feel bad because he let her. So anywayyyssss there were so many instances from her which is why she was the main reason we broke up, and it wasn’t the money part. She HATED and I mean HATEDDD him having a girlfriend.

I should’ve taken the sign the first few months when she said “My son is so handsome, you’re a lucky girl. If I wasn’t his mom I’d marry him, he’s a catch.” WHAT THE ACTUAL 🤯

**Also making it clear I don’t see anything wrong with helping your parents if they need it or you’re able to with ease. However.. without your permission is crossing the line.

TLDR; My ex’s mom put his bank account into the negatives with ease because she was an authorized user. Was wanting to know if anyone else has their parents as authorized users? Ty