Your Safe Space to Just Vent

anyone here rn?

Someday you will ache like I ache. Someday your heart will be hurting like mine does, with the same intensity you gave to me. You can't accept that you made someone love you because you weren't in it with honesty from the get go. So you ran instead of being for real and breaking it off like adults do. Three years meant nothing to you.

Asking again, any Muslim who cares to answer. If something has had male testicles rubbed on it, is it unclean according to your religion? In the same manner as if bacon had been on it, or dog fur.

"Not everything can be resolved through kindness, that's why angels carry swords and not flowers" As a nation we really need to come to grips with this mess we are in.

Why do people always gossip 😕 🙄🫩

I can't fucking sleep I should've been asleep 3-4 hours ago ICANTCUFXMINGGNCSLEEEEEPPPPP 🫩🫩🫩🫩

I know I shouldn't but I feel so guilty for all of my partners in life having to live alongside me and my struggles. I know it's hard for them to see me in such a state, to see me suffering in life due to my mental health. I know it's a lot for them to have to live beside and deal with. It's a lot for me to. Having these struggles and poor mental health doesnt mean I don't deserve love like everyone else but I feel so guilty that they have to put up with it aswell. They never signed up for any of this but then again, they chose me and this is something that comes with me. Always has and always will because this is lifelong. I shouldn't feel guilty or bad but I do..

When muttr was in the banishment era, I used some free therapy sites and when I decided to go after an hour, the lady in the chat begged me to stay saying " will we ever talk again, you're really different and interesting " I know it's because the longer someone stays on, the more money the current the×Rapyst gets for that session. Nothing specific about me. Even those people lie.

Really need to vent. I feel like my problem must be not that big, it’s not like my life is on the line. It’s just i am trying my best to hold in my thoughts of calling my asleep partner and ask them to take responsibility with our ongoing problem. They failed to reply and treated me like air in public, when I ask about it (whether is he trying to hide our relationship or did he have other concerns) then he bashed out and blamed it on me saying “he’s been texting me through out why do I have to misunderstand him that way”. He said ok then he wouldn’t go out in public and refused to talk any more, think there’s wrong with my comprehension.

I can't help but find parents who say "kids are resilient" at least a little suspicious. It feels like code for "they have no choice to endure my bullshit one way or another".

Ugh, I haven't been able to catch a break. I got COVID in Aug 2025 which weakened my immune and respiratory systems, then Norovirus in April 2026 which weakened my digestive system, then norovirus became sepsis which became severe sepsis and almost septic shock which weakened my immune system... Now I can't seem to get over this flu. It's been multiple weeks now. Kinda worried it's become bronchitis. Makes me scared I'll die too young. I'm only 30. I told my doctor at least.

Nine days passed. For nine whole days, the chat window sat frozen on her last message. On S1milarWorlds, a week and a half of radio silence is an eternity, a clear signal that someone has logged off, moved on, or simply stopped caring. From her side of the glass, she checked his profile periodically from the shadows, expecting him to crack. She waited for the follow up double text, the petty passive aggressive status update on the main feed, or the desperate "Hey, did you get my message?" ping that needy men always sent when left on read. "Let's see if the alpha persona holds up," she murmured, watching day ten roll into day eleven. What she didn't realize was that Wizardry’s brain didn't process silence as rejection or a power play. To him, time off site simply didn't exist. He hadn't been suffering in quiet anticipation; he had spent those eleven days doing his usual lap around the site, scrolling public galleries, leaving lazy comments on new accounts, and getting mildly ignored by three other women in his DMs. On day twelve, she finally opened her notes app, copied her calculated Phase 2 opener, and fired it off to test his limits: The Huntress: Sorry for the delay... life gets crazy when you have people constantly competing for your attention ;) You didn't double text me once. I have to admit, Wizardry, most guys on SW lose their minds if I ignore them for two days. You actually kept your cool. Maybe you really are different... In his messy room, Wizardry’s phone buzzed. He picked it up, wiped a smudge off the glass with his dirty sleeve, and read her message. A slow, triumphant grin spread across his face, stretching the rough stubble on his cheeks. He didn't even notice the eleven day gap. In his mind, her text was absolute, undeniable proof that his "unshakable alpha composure" had broken her down and made her crave his validation even more. "Told you," he whispered to the empty, quiet room, chuckling to himself. "They always come back to the man who doesn't chase." He didn't bother addressing the wait, the game, or her deliberate test. He simply reached into his notes app, grabbed his standard Phase 2 transition script, and pasted it right into the box: Wizardry: I don't chase, baby, I attract. I knew you'd be back once you realized the boys on the feed can't offer what I can. Now drop that Zangi ID so we can stop wasting time on this wall. I'm finalizing my travel calendar for next month... let's see if you're ready for that plane ticket. He hit send, leaned back until his desk chair groaned, and rested his hands behind his head.

a month from today makes a year anniversary of my suicide attempt.. I'm so grateful to be alive, to be here saying this now, even if it's only to be seen by the eyes of a few strangers. I'm so happy to be alive. I'm so happy I failed

The huntress with the long black hair and fair skin looked at her phone. Wizardry sent 3 strategic texts, but she left him on read for 4 days. Her usual script in her notes app said " so, so busy. But I'm here now. Where were we, Wizardry?" Wizardry scratched his nose and thought to himself " two can play this game, but I'm not doing that now. Tit for tat is not my forte" as he pressed send, resting in his squeaky chair. Wizardry: " Well worth the wait, baby. Now how about your Zangi ID? The crowd here is getting jelaous " She was expecting him to protest about her letting him wait, but instead she was taken aback by his composure. Interesting,she muttered...let's up the game. She replied with a few lines and decided to let him wait a full week and a half for a reply, just to see if he breaks. If not,phase 2 begins.

Quick question for Muslims: if I rub my balls on something would that make it unclean? Like not just the actual germs or unsanitary nature of it but like seriously according to your faith? Just curious. Thanks.

My fiance moved me to the small town and they treat you like crap, even call you the homeless if you look "homely" and comfortable. Usually I would get mad, but I took the insults and decided to go ahead and look good again. So I went and got some designer clothes the same day, shaved the next day, did my spray tanning, and my makeup. Now people are dabbing my fiance up, and treating me with respect, even my fiance is calling me ma'am. Instead of bitch. I hate this shallow world. Won't even treat you right unless you LOOK the part. 😡

It blows my mind how many adults looked at kid me sobbing my eyes out and didn’t care because I was “being disruptive.” I don’t understand how someone can look at a child with likely developmental/behavioral issues in extreme distress and get angry at them. Do people think children get up and decide, “hmm, I’m going to get upset over something that seems unreasonable to these adults and throw a big fit solely for the purpose of inconveniencing them.”

Wizardry stared at that single tongue out emoji on his screen as if it were a coded declaration of love. He practically preened, leaning back so hard his squeaky desk chair groaned under his weight. "Playing playful and teasing," he whispered, running his dirty thumb along his jaw. "Classic move. She’s practically begging for the shift." He pulled up Message #2, tweaking his script just enough to fit his grand narrative: Wizardry: "I like a woman with a playful side, but let's be honest, this public feed is full of jealous eyes and cheap drama. A stunner like you shouldn't be wasting her time giving out advice to random guys like USAMike on the main wall. You need a real man who knows how to treat you. Ever tried Zangi?" He hit send and checked his imaginary watch. Message 2 complete. Step 3: introduce the plane ticket. Step 4: get her Zangi ID. Step 5: victory. On the other end of the screen, she saw the notification pop up. She let out a short, amused laugh, taking a slow sip of her drink. "Message number two," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. "Right on schedule. The Zangi push." Instead of taking the bait or getting defensive about helping USAMike, she opened a split tab on her browser. On the left was Wizardry’s DM window. On the right was her draft window for a new public post on the main wall. She typed out her reply to him, intentionally feeding his bloated ego just enough to keep him on the hook for Message #3: The Huntress: Oh, so you're watching who I reply to on the feed? I didn't realize I had a manager ;) But I don't just leave the main site for anybody, Wizardry. What makes you think you're different from all the other guys in my DMs? Wizardry’s eyes lit up as the message hit his inbox. He rubbed his hands together, his greasy fingers leaving small smudges on the keyboard as he prepared to launch Message #3, the infamous "plane ticket" play. "She’s practically asking for it," he smirked, completely blind to the trap being laid right under his nose.

Wizardry hovered with his greasy finger across the S1milar Worlds profile icon. It was the same woman, about 25 years old, long black hair, fair skin he was looking at. Her description " sassy, dare to find out more...." It got him hooked right away. Wizardry thought " easy target. Should take no more than 5 messages to fly her over" On the other side of the globe, she was scrolling on SW, doing the usual good samaritan routine act of being a helpful member, giving advice to those in need. When the dm appeared, she wasn't surprised. It was expected. She put USAMike on ice while giving all of her attention to Wizardry. His message said " Looking sharp in your latest profile photo. How come no public albums? Dumb question. You keep those photos for me!" She rolled her eyes at the thought of him. Yet she replied with nothing but a simple tongue out emoji. Wizardry relaxed in his chair, greasy fingers across his stubble as he took a shallow breath saying to himself " she likes me. Only 4 messages to go until I fly her out"

How does this old fuck even know? I swear I can't have peace ever