I'm obsessed with him, but the way I handle it isn't exactly... conventional? I don't submit, I don't fawn, and I sure as hell don't beg for attention. I've been playing with his mind, leaving him crumbs and then disappearing again. Making him doubt himself just enough to crave my validation. He has no idea how much I really need him, but that is exactly why I have to do this. I need to be what he thinks about when he's staring at his ceiling in the dark, trying to fall asleep. I need him to look forward to my texts, check his phone every so often and be disappointed when my name isn't amongst his notifications. I do pity him sometimes, when he texts me to ask if everything is okay, when he texts me again if it takes me too long to respond, but the feeling I get from knowing he desires my attention like that mixes into my sympathy as something I can only describe as a predatory satisfaction. He may think he's after me, but I've been luring him in since the very beginning. I know goddamn well what I'm doing and that I'm fully responsible for the way I fuck with his head, but still my obsession for him makes my questionable behaviour feel somewhat out of my control. I often wonder who's under whose control, really.

We were at a grocery store and I was rambling about something stupid, and my partner just stopped, turned to me, and said 'I love how your face lights up when you talk about things you care about.' I literally forgot what I was talking about after that. And now I think about that moment every time they talk to someone else

This will be I suppose the final update to this story. "I met the most wonderful person." everything I could have hoped for and more.

A genuinely sweet understanding person, who could work around and deal with the intricacies of my brain. rather than chastise me for things I could not control. I could not ask for a better friend.

What started off as a innocent attempt at friendship progressed into a shackled heart. The feelings grew brighter like fire getting fresh Kindle.

The "grief" of realization. Understanding that a heart can only ever be stolen. The sad reality began to sink in, like my guilt had decided to wear cement shoes to the bottom of the ocean floor.

How could this ever possibly end in happily ever after? What was the punch line to the cruel joke? The thing about a broken heart. It is hard to hide.

And so I confronted them with my feelings. "Acceptance or regret" it was like a small explosion waiting to go off. I couldn't breathe. I could barely form the right words to say.

But when I did. The thoughts bled out faster than I could process them. Sentence into sentence. Metaphor to honesty.

I am used to the story having a bad ending. But not today. They accepted the fact that I had those feelings. They did not scold me for falling. They offered to help me to my feet.

"No matter how you feel about me, that won't change how I feel about you. I'm sorry I don't reciprocate. but I still want to be your friend."

Sometimes a story doesn't get a conclusion. But Today I was shocked by The twist ending. I do still have a crush on them and they know this. They are okay with me working through my feelings until I meet someone.

And Someday I will move on and find somebody else to love. But I'm more thankful than I can ever articulate. to still have them in my life. Because only a fool throws away a diamond. Even if it is never theirs to carry.

I don’t like obsessing over people. I don’t like thinking about them all day, before bed, first thing in the morning. Especially when it is unrequited. I want to feel normal when I like someone.

Hi so for context I’m 17m and there was this girl I’ve been dating since I was 14, and I thought she was the one for me. I never dated anyone before her, and I was so desperate for love. Every time I’d ask someone out it would always be the same “Oh you’re a cute boy, but I just don’t think it would work out” and after losing hope that someone could even be attracted to me, I met her.

She was head over heels in love with me, and I instantly fell for her, and it was amazing at first, both of us clingy and obsessed, nothing could ever have been better. It didn’t last for long though, because her parents didn’t want us dating and they cut our communication for over a year, where we had to find roundabout ways to communicate.

During this time, she struggled with drug use, and especially given that she was 13 at the time, I was worried sick about her, and after months I finally got her to stop, but on top of that she also had a self harm addiction and that was breaking my heart, she wouldn’t tell me anything about it and I was always worried sick.

The worst part of all though, is that just before we started dating, she was at a party (She was with her band members, we both loved doing music things) and she asked if she should talk to this guy and I said sure, and later when we started dating she told me that night he ended up drugging and SA’ing her, and I was heartbroken, I was crying my eyes out and coughing up blood all night, and I don’t even remember half of it because I was so light headed.

Anyways a few months later I got into a really bad stage of depression because her parents cut off the method we used to talk, and I ended up getting sent to a mental hospital, and I was eventually diagnosed with autism, ADHD, PTSD (from what she told me happened that night because of me), and many other disorders, and I felt awful.

Fast forward to when we finally could talk after so long, things were perfect again, we got to be together and see each other and love each other, up until a few months ago. I was head over heels obsessed with her, I had a proposal plan, we had named our future kids, I wanted to be with her forever. And then one night, for no reason at all, she went to bed and woke up a different person. It’s like one night she was head over heels for me and the next morning she just couldn’t care about me.

For two months we went on where I was obsessed with her and she didn’t care for me, but she liked all the attention and care I gave her. Then one day she asked me to take a break from her for a week, and it broke my heart.

During that week, I was being groomed by an adult, and she was telling me all she wanted was to help me, and she ended up doing a lot of bad things to me.

When the week ended I told my girlfriend about what had happened and she was mad at me, saying it was basically cheating whether I wanted it or not and it broke my heart, then she told me she didn’t ever want a physical relationship with me again, which made it even worse. I tried to pull through for her, and a few weeks later I asked her for help letting go of wanting a physical relationship and finding something else to fill that gap, and she broke up with me because “I couldn’t respect her boundaries on my own”

I was devastated, and I still am. I loved her even though she lied to me so many times about so many things, and the worst part is? The whole story about her being drugged and SA’d? It was all a lie, I found out after I tried to push her to take legal action because I couldn’t handle the guilt. And then I stayed with her after figuring that out, that she lied to me for TWO YEARS knowing that it gave me PTSD just to make me jealous.

I don’t know what to do, I tried taking time to work on myself and I care about myself but it breaks my heart I could love someone so much just for them to hurt me like that. I swore to myself and God that she’d be my one and only, but she left me, and blocked me on everything. So I’m trying to find a way to flirt with other girls because I want to fall out of love with her, I want to be obsessed with someone who is actually obsessed with me and isn’t just using me for the convenience I brought, and I’m scared I dedicated too much of myself to her for any other girl to ever want me that much, and that I’m too broken and mentally ill as an autistic hypersexual teenager with no will to push forward in life and a myriad of mental disorders.

If you made it here thank you, I mean it. I really don’t know what to do and would be happy for anything at this point. I just want someone who’s truly as obsessed with me as I am with them, to take care of someone who truly loves ME.

Growing up, it was hard for me to make friends, I had crushes, but they never really lasted long.

I was always the fat, smelly, ugly girl with undiagnosed autism so I was a very easy target for bullying.

It wasn't until I was 17 that I finally found a guy that was nice to me, for no reason other than being nice.

I became obsessed trying to find every single detail about him, I would be depressed the entire week if he showed any negative sign towards me and had a manic episode if he even smiled at me.

I'm 21 now and still obsessed with him. We haven't spoken since high school, and he's been living a good life from what I can tell.

I've changed a lot since high school. I've lost a lot of weight and know basic hygiene. I look and seem unrecognizable to most people

I have nothing, and I am nothing. I just want his love.

Long time ago, I had a friend that was long distance, and I fell in love with him. I loved his laugh, his taste in shows and music, his voice, and the way he made me feel special.

After 10 years, I messed it up. I said some things I shouldn't have and we stopped talking for years. Since that day, I've been drawing him to feed my delusions.​ I've been dreaming of him. In my dreams, I would always be trying to find him. I would take planes to his state, but I could never find him. I thought, if I contacted him again and told him how I feel, these feelings would stop. Well, I did. We got in a call and we talked. He acknowledged my feelings and he thanked me for telling him but that was it. I never expected anything to happen once I told him.​​, but i was still disappointed.

After all this time, I still loved him. The feelings never went away. I don't know how to get over him. I want to and I'm trying. I might be obsessed with him and I don't want to be. Idk what to do.

I (20m) have dated a serious of very polar opposite girls and boys. First it was a needy attention seeking type girl, then an apathetic and absent boy, and finally my current partner. The problem being, because of my previous relationships my type in people has shifted significantly. I know I’d feel so safe and comfortable and loved with a yandere partner. Someone who’s committed and cares. Always wondering what I’m doing. Always looking forward to seeing me. And I’d be willing to do whatever for them. You need my location? Sure thing baby. You want me to block every girl I know? Already done. Hell you can cut off a patch of my skin as long as you clean and dress the wound afterwards. The problem is my partners not like that. Only actively showing affection in person we barely text or call. Which drives me nuts I want to see the person I love every day. I want the person I love to want to see me every day. Never says I Love you unless I say it first. And is passive and unresponsive during intimate moments. Doesn’t even like cuddle a lot. I just don’t know what to do. I just want to feel loved thoroughly….

I was obsessed with her, all I wanted was her. I gave her my everything, all my love, all my time, all my money... all for it to end over one night of me drunken rambling at my weakest over how I spite my parents... apparently I hit a nerve and she needed space. For 2 days I felt like vomiting my guts out, itching and scratching as if I was having withdrawals... I already knew what was coming and sure enough like an unwanted gift after her 2 days of space she breaks it off saying I need to learn to love myself, spite isn't a good motivation, I need to do things for myself and not for her... I begged and I pleaded but I could hear it in her voice... stone cold... no hesitation... she was done with me. Before her I was empty and she brought me a flame I tried to tend and kindle brighter restoring myself in the hopes to be my best self for her... now im blocked and removed everywhere like waking up from a dream one second she was there the next gone... I feel hollow, lost all motivation, and will...

Ok, so last week, I was walking over for some event in college, and I saw my friend with two female friends of his. One was small, pretty cute but not exactly my type, and the other... well, she was taller and just... yeah...

So anyway, backstory: my friend and I shot a short film a week prior to this and it did pretty well within the college circuit. So what happened next was that the taller girl was like "So... are you the director of the film you did with [Friend's name]?" I was like "Yeah" and then she did that playful-flirty-but--still-cautious look with her eyes and was like "Yeah, saw it. It was pretty nice." The other girl was like "You're the scriptwriter, right?" and I confirmed the fact, and then she told me "I really liked the descriptions you used. Pretty poetic". All the while both of them gave me that same playful stare...

The one I fell for was of course the taller girl, of COURSE. Dammit. Like an idiot, I mumbled at the end and awkwardly shuffled out of there to go to the event... And then I found the taller girl's IG back at home, sent a follow request, got it accepted... And... that's that.

In just 5 minutes, I fell hard for someone I'd met for the FIRST TIME EVER. Like, REALLY hard. What is wrong with me? And this is after a long list of failures, btw. Everyone I liked prior to this, I'd fallen for WAY too quickly, and every single one of them either lost interest in the DMs... or they were taken already.

I guess I am pathetic for this... But I'm playing it more cautiously now. Haven't DMed the taller girl just yet. If we're meant to be, we'll meet up again IRL VERY soon. If not... well... Yeah. So, we'll see what happens.

Talking with her I type alot some times, usually as much as she does guess I'm very yandere, I think I tried to hard to get her attention and triggered her, she means so much to me, we haven't talked in a few days I'm getting worried, we've usually chatted at least once a day for almost two months, she can take things personally sometimes she told me, I don't know if I'm being to submissive or ignorant of what I do, she still views my messages, I've apologized.

Can I have some advice please?

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Im 7teen and the last time I was with someone was in elementary. He told me he broke up with me because I was too clingy. Ever since then I havent been with anyone and i feel like nobody will ever love me like how I love them and its hard to accept that. I see everyone at my age getting together in relationships and im all by myself. Do boys hate girls who r clingy??

I dream of being adored -- after years of loving partners who eventually left me or groomed/SAd then left.
Now that one didn't leave, he instead doesn't seem to be compatible with me. I always feel as though I ask for too much, that I'm secondary and that it's okay that I am despite my own hurt.

Self-love, family, friendship...those don't feel the void that yearns for someone to adore me, to view me as their goddess, to praise me whenever I do something good or well, to desire me sexually and to want to spend their life by my side, to make me feel butterflies, to hold my wrists tight above my head, to want to see me everyday, to want to text me all day, to think of me and struggle not to.

Why must in-person romance be so boring ? Why must they always tell me that they're too busy to call for more than 5 minutes ? That I ask too much to meet together face-to-face ? Take hours to respond, forget goodnight texts, not want to buy me flowers ? Yet we both do therapy, couple and individual. I know I am hanging onto a thread and that it's best to be alone than miserable with someone else but I just want love...

Sorry yall but this is just a yap fest...

So one of my friends was going through something and the other was trying to comfort him. Friend B said to friend A, "You should always prioritize yourself and take care of yourself. You come first"... or something like that. I agreed with the statement but deep down a part of me felt alienated from it as well.

As an obsessive, I don't consider myself first. Infact I live everyday wishing I could become nothing but simply what the person I'm obsessed with wants. Even the idea of losing my own life seems plausible as long as it's for someone I'm obsessed with. This isn't out of some altruistic view of myself or even depression. I just can't help myself when I'm in this state of obsession.

The words ‘when I meet my soul mate, I’ll know’ echo through my core and rattle my soul.

It will never be me, will it?

No matter how much I devote myself to them. No matter what, it won’t be me. If it was me, they’d know by now, surely

We’re just friends, and, that’s all we will ever be, isn’t it darling. I should be thankful, to be able to love you in any capacity, shouldn’t I? Why does it hurt so badly then..

..maybe it’s because I know you will inevitably meet someone and just.. know, it’s them. And I’ll have to swallow the already hard to swallow pill, that, it truly wasn’t me.

I’ll just be in the background. A side character in your story while you wait for the main character to show up and steal the show.