I accidentally left a cat to die. It was a kitten and it was meowing endlessly at midnight. I couldn’t sleep knowing a cat was abandoned by their mother. I’m sure the mother was gone because this is the first time I’ve seen any cat by itself. Around 3am I heard it again and tried beckoning it out. Eventually, at 5, I got it to leave but it immediately booked it towards my pool. I had to struggle to get it out. Eventually, I got it but not without a fuss. It yelped and hissed. I noticed how dirty and unkempt it looked. I took it outside. Little guy was shaking. I put him in the sink so I could eventually clean him up. I shouldn’t have done that. He tried running away and eventually went into my garage, where I couldn’t find him ever again. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried luring him out! I moved so much clutter and boxes but to no avail. I am writing this hearing them meow knowing I can never get to them and I’m so depressed. Here’s a photo of them. https://ibb.co/5BKBkPZ

I wish my upstairs apartment neighbors would all die. They are shitty people. Playing music past midnight, letting their stupid kids stomp around on the floors, and in general, being lazy fuckers who don't what -decency- means if it hits them in the fucking face.

Started writing fanfic a few years ago. A reader lets call them “Sam” messaged me with a request for an idea they wanted me to write. I didn’t really have interest in Sam’s idea, but wanted to maintain a good relationship with my readers so I told them I would write it. I did write a few chapters, but quickly lost interest in writing it. (To be fair I also lost motivation for stories I actually liked writing) so I stopped updating it. Sam kept messaging me when the next update would be, and I would tell them once I found the motivation or something similar hoping if I continued to do nothing they would eventually stop contacting me. Sam continued to message and I did try to “reboot” the story , but again quickly lost interest. Sam continued to message despite me not updating, I was too much of a coward to tell Sam I didn’t want to write it anymore and got fed up with Sam constantly messaging me, so I deleted all my stories and blocked Sam so I didn’t have to deal with them anymore

I hate my life and have no clue why I haven’t ended it yet. I’m stuck in grad school indefinitely and getting nothing out of it at all, I’m starving from low wages, both of my parents are having very severe health issues, I don’t have friends I can talk to, one of my roommates is crazy and hostile to me constantly, I had been severely overworked the past year to the point that I would regularly go several days without sleeping and was eventually hospitalized, and I don’t know what I’m going to do with my life. I could go on for hours- my advisor has barely helped me with anything since I joined the program half a decade ago, my sister is relapsing into extreme behavioral issues she had as a child, the crazy roommate is gossiping about me around my department… I have no direction and can’t foresee any future for myself, I’m always panicking, and I feel like the only thing keeping me from killing myself is the thought of it impacting my family and partner

I have issues with feeling. I get crushes too easily. But when I get in a relationship I actually like and am happy to be in. Everything changes. I grow tired of a relationship fast. And am quick to leave. Which I know isn’t fair. I wish I wasn’t like this. I just wanna be happy with someone. But I’m just never satisfied. Why can’t I be happy? Sometimes I wonder if I’m a lesbian. Which- I’m Pansexual. I think I am. I get feelings for everyone if I like. I don’t know what to do or where to go to seek help about these feelings.

I'm a guy in his mid 50s. i do my best to support all who ask. I'm no saint though. I lost my mom at 15. My dad in 2012. They married in 69 around 7 months before i was born. I figured it out. I asked. I was told -your mom had trouble counting.-. Rhythm method of birth control. Mom always told me -I don't have to like you, but I have to love you.-. Half sister always called me the little bastard. father was always in the loop but not interested in family. We had a fist fight when I was in my 20's after he told me my mom never had sex with him in the later years. She mutilated from cancer. Her girl parts were removed. No breasts. hysterectomy. Any parts left were unusable I assume. While I tried to care for her he left swingers magazines with ads circled on the toilet tank. I got tired of cleaning her waste and shoved her in the shower. She knew she was dying and I chose to watch cartoons in the morning instead of spending time with her.

Second part of cancer mom. I walked in on her after school and she was so drugged up on pain meds that I actually touched her eye without her blinking. Dad did little to help as he wanted her gone. He was a full diabetic. I pulled him out of insulin shock often from a little kid with sugar cubes, mint lifesavers or pepsi. Mom died in OKC hospital. I remember sitting in a window looking outward and hearing the screams while not being allowed to see. Later that evening around 1 the call came. I was crying but actually not sad. over. 15 years old and around 21 people could have taken me in. father was unfit. Why did they not to it? I was such a horrible bastard they all knew I would be too harmful to their families. Truth. Some people born to those who didn't want them in the first place are just born evil. Me. Now I have a son who is out of college and doing well. I try my best to support him although I am a little confused how to do it effectively. Cancer mom part on the way.

Cancer mom part 3. I have a family and try my best. It does seem things circle around though. My wife has bad chemical dependence issues. I do as well but functional. I guess from seeing how its done from an early age. My son is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I try to tell him often, not because it's bs but actually the truth. He graduated College with high honors. Why am I here. I had a dog named Oscar. He was my best friend. He was around 4 in January 2023 and I had to decide to put him down in January from a back injury that paralyzed his back end. My son is off on his own adventure and I'm here trying to go on with my life and this little dog dying obliterated me. I work in industry and had a less than unhappy life from people who really would be happier if I wasn't hatched and I lose it over a dog. Qscar. I'm sprry I had to put you down. I didn't think you would survive the surgery as you were so active and would have harmed yourself. You were my only friend.