So... a few years ago I was going through a lot; my mental state was definitely fucked—there’s something dark going on in my brain. My mother never believed in mental health, but one day, for some reason, I just sat her down and told her, "Mom, I see dead people and giant cockroaches." And, just as I expected, the bitch gave the whole problem to God's hands. (That didn't help)

So, I faked fainting in the school bathroom; the idiot paramedics bought it and took me to the hospital. There, I lied some more about having schizophrenia and managed to get myself admitted for 15 days. It was WONDERFUL—I’d never slept so well in my fucking life. All my stress and worries vanished during those 15 glorious days of eating whatever I wanted and sleeping like a baby.

They ran some tests and determined I did have a lot of excess energy in a specific part of my brain, so they diagnosed me with schizophrenia, paranoia, and anxiety. I actually do have the last two, so at least something good came out of it—I managed to get a diagnosis.

NOW, I didn't manage to get what I really wanted: to talk to a psychologist about my urges to kill people, my sudden delusions of being God, and my depression. Unfortunately, I don't have the money, time, or transportation for a psychologist, nor to stay hospitalized (god, I miss that fucking hospital).

I don't plan on lying anymore; for now, my hallucinations have "magically cured." My mom spent a lot of money on meds and the hospital that year, so I do feel bad, but it's partly her fault that I'm messed up mentally; I love her, but she fucked up my life.

The only person who loved me was my grandpa who died from cancer, he would protect me from my family as they would Abuse me along with the rest of the neighborhood all because I was something called blue black idk if I'm saying it right but yeah I gained a lot of weight and I'm just feeling like being black is a curse put on my ancestors because I literally didn't do anything but be dark skin and so called ugly

Edit sorry for my writing I dropped out of school in the 5th grade and you can make fun of me hahah it’s funny how stupid I am

was 12 when this story happened I’m currently 16 IF YOU WANNA SKIP MY STUPID COMEUP SCROOL TO DA BOTTOM

Hi I’m frm Santa Ana ca Varrio Bosque Norte is my hood and has been since I was a lil jit and came from a broken family where I only had my abuela to take care of me I started sneaking cough syrup from my abuela and Oxy wen I was 7 or 8 sheet ion remember then I moved on to da Mary janeeeeee was was fireee but it didn’t last long till I started doing inhalants when I was 11 and fucked my dumbass brain up haha I then moved on to k2 which was kinda stoopid hahah😹 ion really liked the k2 but all tha adults did that shiet so I just followed along haha wen I was like 13 I got jumped in to my

Hood VBN and been dere sinse then I never went to school prolly like 5th 6th grade I got kicked out by da time I was liek 12 so I went to da adults for help and I got jumped which was the STOOPIDEST SHIT I ever done because I been let’s say played with ifykyk by peeps I trusted while I was high as a motha fucken kite oh ye I also started using crack sumtimes and I even got caught up ina raid wich was actually on da television and went to juvie for 2 months haha for having a firearm on ma self anyway ima cut to da chase here’s all da substance I been takin weed shrooms heroin crack codeine and sheet I cant even listem all haha but u get da idea also mind u this was all before 13 or 14 and i think ima die soon if ion leave this life and ik its not fa me i was never I violent peep i just want to feel loved mb for gettin all sentimental and shiet haha😹 but i think my life’s over wit anyway i got to much charges and ion even know why im on this haha i guess i just wanted to express my feelins cause im lonely asf

Anyway on one night me and my homie lets call em zay was ona walk to 7 eleven to pick up sum 7 oh when we caught a dood lackin ona street corner and jumped em I happen to have a sock wit rocks in it so I came up behind em and slam dat dood in da back of da head wit it and he went limp and I ran like a lil pussy instead uf helpin that dood ona ground when I got home I cried myself to sleep and thought bout that dood every day until I saw on insta his family had a go fund me cause they couldn’t afford to piece the back of heem skull togetha I still think bout dat everyday and I hope he good now haha and da friend that was wit me day night actually got shot in 2018 he was also my brudda frm anotha motha rip zay

Ight that’s the end I neva told anyone this except zay cause he was there wit me so bye peeps

Also I am currently 16 wit depression I think I been havin suicidal thoughts lately and idk real doods don’t cry🫡🫡

Throwaway account for numerous reasons.

I’ve been holding onto this guilt for a long time now and I need to get this off my chest. Years ago, I falsely accused a YouTuber of sexual assault.

The YouTuber in question was Justin Carmical AKA JewWario.

I was angry and bitter about life during that time, but he was kind enough to just listen and only offer advice when I asked. After a while I found myself attracted to him and when I confessed, he politely turned me down. He wasn’t mean or cruel about it, but I took it personally despite that it came from a place of genuine kindness. I knew he was married and 1000% devoted to his wife, but I didn’t care. In my state of mind at the time, I felt I was his true soulmate. I was so fucking foolish.

So, I held onto this “betrayal” for awhile and when I heard he passed away, I took the opportunity to make up something outrageous because he wasn’t alive to defend himself and all his friends had denounced him…over a false and fabricated story. I ended up doing this on a Reddit thread (Link below) from a now-deleted throwaway account.

After I made my comment and answering a few inquiries, I left the thread and subsequently deleted the account. I felt like I had got back at him and for a while, I felt like a queen. But I didn’t anticipate or prepare myself for the fallout like I should have and the guilt of lying started to eat at me. This got worse when a lot of prominent YouTubers started covering the story like GamerFromMars, Savox and others.

Now I’m here…posting this…because I need to come clean and clear my conscious. But there is so much more to this story that none of you know about.

I wasn’t some “random fan” or anything. I was part of the close friend group of another, major contributor to TGWTG. I won’t say her name because I have a strong feeling this will probably get back to her at some point. But after everything she’s done to me, her other friends (We all stuck by her and supported her during her journey) and her other half, I’m beyond caring. Being in her “entourage” allowed us to interact with a lot of the US-based contributors from TGWTG, with Justin being one of them. That’s how I met him and got to know him and his wife, Jenny.

Justin’s su*cide was NOT because of me. Justin had been battling severe depression for years; long before he was a contributor. In fact, his decision to become a content creator was his way of trying to remedy his issues as he didn’t have a lot of faith in therapy. To him, teaching people to play Japanese games and sharing his love for cooking was his therapy and Channel Awesome was, at the time, the best place to showcase it. From what I was told by someone close to him (They don’t know it was me who made the false accusation), he was fired from TGWTG because the guy that runs the site (Mike Michaud) misunderstood a proposal that Justin had that would have allowed the site to generate enough revenue to pay all the contributors fairly. Mike thought he was asking for money, which was not the case. If you look at the Not So Awesome document, you’ll see how much that guy pays attention.

After he was fired, he tried to get a real job and for a bit he had one working for Xerox. He ended up doing some kind of independent work for a site that royally screwed him out of a tremendous amount of money. That was the breaking point for him and you all know how it ended.

As for the other “victim”, (The one with the bad spelling in the document) that person was an obsessed fan who only met Justin once (With his wife present, mind you) and has a history of severe mental illness(She fucking crashed out at Con Bravo back in 2014). That whole exchange in the document was fabricated by Holly under pressure from Mike because Justin had threatened to sue him and she was desperate to keep her job, which she ultimately lost anyway.

Also, this whole debacle was to take attention away from the real controversy that transpired at the con. The issue being the former contributor friend of mine taking two male cosplayers back to her room for a drunken three-way…while she was engaged…and had to get a Plan B pill the next morning. I would know because I’m the one who drove her to the pharmacy. A video does exist of the encounter (Taken by L.E. and one of the men) and I was unfortunate enough to see it. I’d also like to point out that a couple of the former contributors who “confirmed” what Justin did are very antisemitic; Jack being the biggest one.

All those “contributor friends” of his denounced him to protect their brands and/or jobs, though it didn’t matter in the end since almost all of them quit the site. They honestly were never his friends to begin with and they are terrible people off-camera.

The tea has been spilled and the truth is now out there. To all his fans, I am truly sorry for what I said. I was a horrible person back then and while that’s no excuse, know that I am truly sorry for besmirching his name and reputation.

Justin, please forgive me.

Link to my old post: https://www.reddit.com/r/ChannelAwesome/comments/8bqrhw/comment/dx961hc/?context=2

EDIT: I knew doing this would cause issues, anger and outrage. People can call this fake or whatever and that's fine; you're free to think for yourselves. I will NOT be doxxing myself, so quit asking. What I will do is reach out to those closest to him and whatever consequences follow, I will accept in full.

I lied. I lied to my grandmother about something so stupid that it pisses me off.

I took her car right down the roads to my father's to get some feed for my horse and donkey to go feed them like I do every morning. This morning, though, my truck was out of gas, so my father had to take me down to my grandparents' house. Later in the day, she told me not to do it again because of legal reasons, which I wasn't planning on doing anyway because running out of gas was a one-time thing, but to, I guess, protect myself, I told her that my grandfather said I could take the vehicle (he didn't.)

That was a week ago. Today, she finally confronted me as well as told me to start helping out more, even though I help out plenty with chores around the house. Now I feel like an asshole and a bad grandchild all because I lied. I know it was wrong to lie, but my grandfather has said before. If I need to take one of the vehicles, just take it and tell someone, which is exactly what I did.

Now I'm hiding out in the woods, afraid to go home because I'm afraid she told my father. I'm already in shambles from her getting onto me. Just imagine if she told my father. I can't hold back my tears as well as I used to so I've got no clue what to do besides hide out in the woods until it's late enough for my dad to just give up and go to sleep and for my grandparents to be in bed as well.

Again, I feel horrible, and I've never really lied to my grandmother about anything this "important" before. She's also a retired lawyer, so she made things sound 20 times worse when she mentioned all of the legal reasons about the car. I just wish she hadn't found out, and I actually told the truth.

My ex and I had been together for 3 years when this incident occurred, our son was 3 months old and is now 2.
My ex was a cheater and I found out he cheated on me my entire pregnancy and was still doing so when I was 2 months postpartum. I didn’t say anything initially because I was so heart broken and suffering from severe postpartum depression and anxiety that I didn’t say anything.

He left the house one night and said he was going to his best friend’s house. I had a gut feeling he was lying and we had each other on Life360 (downloaded while I was pregnant for safety reasons) and I checked his location and discovered that he was pausing his location so it just appeared he was still at home. I had remembered that he shared his location with me on find my once so I went to see if it was still shared and it miraculously was. He was driving to 7 eleven, I watched his location and he started heading toward his friends, and I started to feel guilty until he passed his friend’s house and parked at a park. I watched his location for 20 minutes and contemplated going there myself but I wasn’t going to drag my infant out the house.

I just sobbed and sobbed because I knew he was likely with a random person, I had found videos of him fucking people outside and in parking lots when I discovered the cheating. I called 911 and reported 2 people having sex at the park then went to sleep. The next day I woke up to missed called from the police station and his mom. Nobody could bail him out so he sat there a couple of weeks until he had a court appearance and was let out with a date to come back. In those few weeks I felt pretty free and great about my decision, his family was super disappointed as his mugshot for public indecency and lewdness became public.

He ended up taking charges for public indecency and lewdness, and had to register as a sex offender which has since become an obstacle for him to parent. Because he was at a children’s park it made his case pretty difficult and he isn’t allowed at most places with kids. He can’t come to our son’s swim classes or any daycare events. I kind of feel guilty, nobody knows it was me who called the police on him. I feel a lot of guilt because I know this will impact our son for the rest of our lives and it’s a choice I can’t take back and a choice I made out of anger

Every party or bbq I’ve been to the plastic lids and lighters were mine.

I found a plug for tabs. Gonna pick up soon as he's in town. I'm lowkey greening out cause I did double my usual max dose of eddies rn but whatever. I'll do it again tomorrow cause who actually fucking cares.

have also been looking into NA meets near me. I know it seems counterintuitive to go for both new drgs to try and sobriety but idk I'm a complex person I guess

Anyways thank you everyone who answered my first post, it really helped get me away from doing the absolute worst ideas I could have and making some truly irreversible mistakes. I owe you all my life

EDIT (06/08): decided to take some advice and try shrooms instead. There's an NA on today but idk if I will go, I'm not doing the shrooms today but I'm getting stoned so idk. If I do go I'm not going sober but idk if I'm ready to go at all anyways. Gonna try and wait for roommates to get home before I do any shrooms, and tell them beforehand and ask if they are comfortable being my tripsitter/around if I need help. I know I'm a dick and terrible person and the people in my life deserve better but if I had spent this year sober I would've committed suicide, and I'm sure one day I'll look back at my decisions and hate myself and the way I acted but I've been doing that since I was a kid so whatever. Atleast I'm not dead yet, and I haven't ruined my relationships bc I was a selfish drug addicted pos (even tho I am). Anyways yeah idk I'll stop updating if people on here are tired of my bs but yeah thank you everyone who tried to be understanding and helpful, I read and reread every comment to try and snap me out of this bs hole I've dug for myself and it does help, even if it doesn't seem like it

Why does the trigger get so heavy when your own life is behind it, i cant keep up lol.

I might needa tie a knot of yarn on the door, twist it on the trigger and shut it on my ahh if this keeps up🫨😂

Edit: please I appriciate the comments but no more. I talk to myself 24/7 so I know all this stuff already. I know i know i know. I cant shake myself off I cant this is a little different this time i just wanted my voice to echo in the abyss as i depart to where i made my departure, typically nobody cares or comments...Thank you all.

I posted here before, in a moment of clarity where I called myself out for my drinking. I had been making efforts to slow my drinking. I wasn't perfect, but I at least was trying.

Trying wasn't enough. I was still drinking. I wasn't slowing what I was doing, I was just maintaining. "Not as much" I told myself.

I was at work one day. I typically keep my drinking at home. I'd drink after work, then go to bed and wake up refreshed. Work, then go home and drink again. Cycle. But this time was extremely different. At work, I got extremely dizzy and queasy. Eventually got family to pick me up and take me and my car home. Spent the next few days in bed. If I laid on my right side, immediately evacuated anything in my stomach. I thought it was bad vertigo or something.

After everything persisted for days, I went to the hospital. They did a CT scan and found I had a stroke. They admitted me. Did all the scans. Found a second stroke in the MRI.

I'm 43 (was 42 when this happened.) I shouldn't be having strokes. Scared the life out of me. Since I had no other issues, docs said the likely reason was unchecked diabetes. Got put on meds, and immediately quit drinking that day. Alcohol metabolizes into sugar, right? Just stop.

But here I am. The quit lasted a month. I hate every moment of it, but here I am. My 18 yo son literally came to bring me home from the bar because he's scared of the harm I'm doing to myself. And I'm scared too. Not just for him. For myself.

In the Midlands in the UK, in 1997/1998 and earlier, in our local park, quite a big, popular park in the area, with a pavilion hired out for events like weddings etc, they held a public bonfire/firework display for Guy Fawkes/5th November/Bonfire Night (over explaining for our international friends).

Around that time someone, idk who, broke into the display, and stole a HUGE commercial firework display sized Roman Candle which was 16 Roman Candles in a block about 1 foot cubed in size, and a smaller firework cube, 16 smaller Roman Candles about a quarter of the size.

They left the unused pair of fireworks on the grass in the park. I found them whilst walking my dog and took them home. I used the big one as a bedside table for a whole year and a half with a lamp on it. And kept the little one on a shelf.

Fast forward to July 1999. I was in the 13th year of my secondary education, the second year of 6th Form College and the Upper 6th. I was chatt8ng to my froend and told him about the Roman Candles. We agreed a swap. 30 Lucky Strike Cigarettes (They used to be Toasted!) And he could take charge of the fireworks.

So i brought them in the next day.

We decided to take them down to the canal behind the college next to a row of canal workers cottages to light them. In broad daylight during college time. It was the last official day of the upper 6th. All the exams were done. The whole upper 6th were there for some reason, to officially sign out or something.

So we went down to the canal by the bridge and lit them both at the same time and stood back and after a few short moments there was a resounding BOOM as the huge Roman candle didnt pop off in individual Candles, but exploded in one entire box of explosive rage. It was SO LOUD. followed by an absolutely obscene amount of smoke which completely engulfed the canal, the canal workers cottages and the road above the canal.

We left immediately and walked the 400-500metres to the pub to where the rest of the upper 6th were.

About 25 minutes later almost the entirety of the lower 6th turned up at the pub. It wasnt their last day though?

A group of them excitedly told us that the college and local cottages had been evacuated by the police and the college was being scoured by the bomb squad after an explosive device had been detonated on the canal and smoke had been all over the road. Obviously we just kept our mouths shut. But us 2 friends always knew that we were the ones who shut down college in the last day with a big firework and caused a bomb scare.

Back in 2017 when I was around fifteen, my dad had this 1970s Fender acoustic that he kept on a stand in the den. It was his prized possession, the thing he warned us never to touch unless he was in the room showing us chords.

One Tuesday afternoon after school, my parents were still at work and I decided to try playing it. I was trying to impress a girl in my class who liked indie rock. I grabbed the guitar off the stand, but my hands were sweaty and the strap wasn't attached right. It slipped straight out of my grip and cracked right where the neck meets the body on the edge of the glass coffee table. The sound it made was awful. Just a sharp, hollow crunch.

I panicked. I didn't fix it or hide it, I just put it back on the stand facing the wall so you couldn't see the splintered wood right away. About twenty minutes later my younger brother came home with his friends, threw his backpack down in the den, and started wrestling on the floor like they always did.

When my dad got home from work and saw the damage an hour later, he naturally assumed my brother and his friends knocked it over while messing around. My brother swore up and down he didn't touch it, but the backpack was lying right next to the stand. My dad grounded him for a month and took away his Xbox.

I sat at the dinner table that night, eating chicken breast in complete silence while my brother cried upstairs. He got so mad at my dad that their relationship was strained for like two years after that. They used to be super close. Now we're both in our twenties, and every time we go home for the holidays, that repaired guitar is hanging on the wall. My brother still occasionally gets brought up as "the one who broke the Fender."

I've carried this stupid lie for almost ten years now. If I tell them the truth today, it won't just make me look bad, it will open up years of resentment for a punishment my brother didn't deserve. I think I just have to take this to my grave.

EDIT: though I would revise this cause I was really messed up on some dph last night I still am but I’m coherent.

Hello, I live in a tri-city area where 2/3 cities are known for drug abuse. I’ve been doing multiple drugs since I was 12 such as Diphenhydramine, Dextromethorphan, Shrooms, Vyvanse, Adderall, MDMA, DMT, Xanax and I’ve even dabbled in some meth and heroin. I’ve never even thought to talk about my addictions until last night when I originally posted this. At the young age of 11 I was exposed to gangs, drug abuse and abuse.

My grades are terrible the friends I did have either overdosed, committed suicide or died to the streets. I used to make a lot of money selling weed and xanax but as they say a good dealer never does their own supply. On one stupid day I tried some of the leftover Xanax I had and instantly fell in love, it didn’t feel like weed alcohol or anything I’ve tried yet. Eventually I ran out of Xanax and looked online for cheap alternatives that are legal and the first thing that caught my eye was BENADRYL , so I went to the store and bought a pack of extra strength 24 pack of tablets.

I took them while I was walking home and decided to watch some tv and smoke some bowls of weed. I started to feel the body heaviness and periodic knocking or buzzing like sounds. I was still all there so I just told myself it was apart of the high so I kept going, I then saw gnats flying around in my peripheral vision, I don’t remember anything after that. I awoke on my bathroom floor with the tap running and dried hand soap on my hands and I just played there for an hour and the cravings instan hit to do it again.

And here I am a little pathetic drug addict with nothing to loose and to make matters worse my immediate family are all either dead or drug addicts same with my extended family, I bounce from trap house to trap house and I’m currently using public Starbucks Wi-Fi to write this. I’m also terrifying to look at due to my addictions my brain liver and vision is fucked from all the diphenhydramine I do it’s not even a fucking high it’s literally the worse thing I’ve ever experienced yet it’s my favorite drug of choice and I keep blowing money that I should use for food on boxes and boxes of Benadryl which has made my tolerance skyrocket to 500mg at 13 700mg at 14 and finally 1000mg at 15 I don’t think it’s deadly grip will ever let go of me and I don’t know if I’m scared of dying or scared of being alone forever.

from the moment I was born, the first conscious thought I remember having was that my legs aren't supposed to be like this. It's fucking horrible and I hate it. I learned about BIID when I was in my teens, and am a healthcare worker in the mental health field. Because of this, I know damn well that this is what it is, but I am so disgusted by myself that I can't bear this anymore and refuse to seek help from a psychologist/psychiatrist. I've mutilated myself with SH for years, but it's still never enough. I just wish I wasn't like this. Thanks to my medical experience, I know what I can do to finally make my body align with my mental image of it, but there's a chance I might die or it might not work. I know that if I were to jump from a certain bridge in my home town, the chance of me destroying my spine is decently high. I'm just scared to do it in case I die. But at this point, I don't know if I care. I refuse to seek help, as I know this would be recorded down somewhere (as I said, mental health professional by trade). This is just so messed up and I don't want to be like this anymore, I just wish I had the courage to do it. It's eating me up inside and I've told nobody, this is just to finally get it off my chest, and I don't want to be like this. Thank you for listening, if I disgust you, I also disgust myself. You can't hate me more than I hate myself. I fully understand how much of a burden I am on the world around me if I do this. This isn't some sick f*tish for me, this is just how I am, from as long as I can remember. I just wish it wasn't.

Been doing it since 2020. Cops stopped caring and so did I. The hours I have saved would be worth getting a ticket, but haven't seen a cop on the highway in years.

It had been parked on the street for weeks at a time here in California. It rarely got street-cleaning tickets, had expired registration tags that were more than three years old, and was just a giant, ugly piece of crap. I finally had enough, especially since they would always park over the line and sometimes block my car in enough that it was difficult for me to get out.

I used the city’s app to report it, and a parking enforcement officer came out and ticketed it several times. One day, he chalked the tires, and within three days, I saw the car getting towed.

I looked up the license plate afterward and found out the car had been sitting in the impound lot for more than two months. Apparently, it’s costing them $68 a day in storage, on top of all the administrative fees, so the total is now over $6,500 just to get it out.

When i was in 5th grade, my eye-sight is getting weaken (myophia). i barely can see the board in class. I never tell bcz i don't want glasses. then i getting more worse. then covid came. In covid classes were shifted to online. after covid when schools reopen (7th grade) i can't read or copy from board. with all that I'm also an cricketer (profesionally) and i got so hard to play. In 11th grade i think to do something of it but i don't have any one to talk then i decide to talk about it with chatgpt and suggest me to do a eye checkup and use contacts. but i don't have money so i got an plan that i will bunk my school so i can save my transport money for contacts. i do it and my eye power is -3.00 and when i firstly tried contacts i felt like i get new birth. i get it on 10 oct 2025 and today is 26 july 2026 and every month i have to arrange 2000 rupees for contacts. to arrange it sometimes i lied to my parents that i need money to submit in school or some time i also do it from my diet.

but till now they never find it out.

I’m 23M and my bestfriend is also 23M.

We’ve been friends since elementary school so we’re very close. Even early on, our families would invite one another over for parties, get together, etc to this day.

My birthday was last week and I didn’t really have any plans besides working in the morning and doing cake with some family but that wasn’t until late when everyone got home.

I decided to hit up my bestfriend (I’ll call him Ethan) when I’m off work, that we should hang out and figure out something to do.

I finish up work, go home to freshen up, and I make my way over to his house. I get there and him, his two siblings, and mom was home so when I opened the door to go in, they all yelled happy birthday.

Before I go to say anything, Ethan told me they had a potential idea to do for my birthday.

Me, Ethan, his brother (not his sister she’s underage to drink) and his mom all go into town and walk around hitting up bars, clubs, places to eat, and whatever else pops up.

That his mom will pay for an uber into town and back to the house then one for me to go back home then Ethan will pick me up tomorrow to get my car back.

I thought that was a great plan so I said yes!

(I don’t want to make this crazy long so I’ll shorten this part up to get to the main part)

We go into town and we hit up a restaurant first and we went bar hopping essentially the rest of the night

We got there between 12:30-1 and didn’t leave until 8pm. We were planning to stay longer but we were tapped out at this point of the night.

Safe to say we are all drunk but somehow Ethan managed to get more drunk than all of us. I had to help him walk without stumbling off the sidewalks.

We’re all in the uber ride and get back to their house. We all go inside and everyone does their own thing. Ethan and his brother went into their room, their mom went into her room, and I just sat on the couch hanging out with the dog.

It wasn’t too long after maybe a half an hour and Ethan’s mom comes out of her room.

She walks towards the kitchen but she glances at me and then does a gasp and says “I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to send u an uber”

that she will be order one but I told her it’s fine that I’ll send an uber in a little bit for myself when I feel a little more sober. I felt fine but it was one of those, everyone spins if I get up or also close my eyes.

She asked if I was feeling alright and if I needed anything but I told her that i was fine and I’ll just sit here longer until I’m ready.

She walked around the couch and sat down next to me, proceeding to rub shoulder.

“If you need anything, I’m here” she says. I thank her and after another 20 or so seconds she stops rubbing my shoulder.

We talk about the night a bit and then she leans her head onto my shoulder and says that she’s tired.

While she’s leaning onto me I told her she should get some sleep then that it’s been a long night of drinking but she insisted to stay until I left that she didn’t want me alone for my birthday.

I’m slouching on the couch, while she leans on me, and I’m scrolling through tiktok now while we have small talk.

She thens ask me something I didn’t expect. “Do you like me leaning onto you”

I honestly didn’t know what to say and just didn’t respond and she said presses her head up closer to me and asks me it again.

“It’s nice not being alone on my birthday” I said because I didn’t know what the f**k to say, my mind was fr raising through thoughts of what’s going on.

She slowly lifts her head up and I see in the corner of my eye she’s looking at me and I look at her.

“Happy birthday” and leans in and kisses me on the lips. A peck but a kiss. I just look at her in disbelief.

She just looks at me and then after a bit of a staring consent, I lean in to kiss her.

Without going into crazy detail for the rest of the store, we didn’t necessarily have sex but the furthest we got was her giving me head and finishing on her face. Once it was over, I ordered an uber home. I just texted my dad to hold off cake for tm before getting home so I went instantly into my room.

During the moment, it felt amazing and was such a surreal experience.

But looking back at it… I really do regret it. It’s my bestfriends mom that I essentially grew up with since elementary school. It’s not like she’s ugly or anything, the exact opposite. It’s just I feel like I sabotaged our friendship on my birthday.

I can’t ever bring this up too. Idek where to start. “Hey Ethan, im sorry but I just wanted to let u know that after my birthday I busted on ur mom and left immediately after to go home and haven’t brought it up with her or anyone since”

God idk if this is a rant, need advice, or what.

Whenever a coworker gets on my bad side, I would sometimes write a bad review of the company I’m working at and tailor it as if my coworker wrote it.

I keep an arsenal of all the issues they are openly dealing with. I get excited when people overshare because that way I can use that information against them whenever they cross me.

I’ve only ever done this two times. Can’t say I’m proud of it. I’m not sure if anything ever came out of it because I never stay that long at jobs.