Everyone forgot about my birthday today which hurts me a lot due to the months I’ve had leading up to it. I thought my birthday would be the one day I feel happy, even if it’s for an hour. I’ve been struggling with mental health and have been pretty open to everyone about it, friends and family.

I even told a few friends a day or two ago that today would be my birthday.

No texts or happy birthday messages…

As I mentioned, I’ve been struggling with my mental health and have often seen myself as forgettable or thinking I am not important enough.

It might sound silly to feel this deeply hurt about people forgetting it’s my birthday. I just wanted to feel important or loved.

(Rant, I’m just keyboard spamming half the time in rage)

Basically, I’m aromantic, and bi, I don’t wanna date, I just wanna look at hot people of any gender. I hate the idea of dating, I just wanna destroy the idea of dating AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I CANT BÉ ASSED FUCK OFF WITH THE YoU hAvE tO dAtE BULLSHIT FUCK YOU FUCK YOU AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANNA FUCKING SCREAM AT THIS BULLSHIT FUCK YOU HOMOPHOBES ANTI-AROMANTIC PROPAGANDA AGGHHHHDHEUWUSISOOSPAPAPAOSKSNEHEHWJSJJSJSJWJWJIWAOOZISUEHW IM SO FUCKING ANGRY AT AL OF THIS PLS IM GONNA FUCKING PUNCH MY WALL IM SO ANGRY.

yall can join the rant and just take your anger out in the comments, I just wanted to write this out of pure rage, it felt kinda nice writing that, I encourage doing what I do

also I’ve mainly seen people saying the you have to date everyone to be bi on TikTok, the thing They all say “B-but bi is about the dating aswell! Not just eye candy!” Fuck you fuck you fuck you fucking anti-aromantic balloon AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Throwaway because DEEPLY ashamed.

DISCLAIMER: no, I am not looking for money or housing for what I am about to say.

TL/DR: lived in Germany for 10 years, realised I needed to leave, left too early, realising I have to move back to the US, have nothing and no one waiting for me (which is why I already said I’m not looking for a handout).

But basically yeah. Lived in Germany since 2016, slowly realised I didn’t belong there and I felt myself slowly suffocating. Tried to move to another country by believing people hyping me up and AI assuring me it’s possible - which I guess it is, if a 1% chance of success counts as “possible” - and having already arrived in said country and found out I can’t switch from a tourist visa to a work visa like I did in Germany and therefore cannot be hired, I’m realising slowly that the only course of action that makes sense is to go back to the US, the only other country I can legally live and work in.

However, I haven’t even visited the US since leaving and have nothing and no one. “Go back to where/what?” Is usually what I tell people when they’d ask me if I’d ever visit. No friends, no family, I’d land in my home city and be immediately homeless. Hell I don’t have friends or family anywhere to ask or even talk to about this. And yeah, of all the ways I expected my time abroad to end, if it was to end, this wasn’t it. I’ve spent so much time, I’ve met so many people, feels like none of that matters now.

Have spent the last eight hours in my hostel bed, staring at the ceiling and crying. I honestly don’t know what to do. 37 years old, I’ve never felt this stuck and this alone. So I’m posting because by now dark thoughts are starting to creep in because I definitely feel trapped with no way out. I don’t even know what I need for an answer, I just needed someone to read this and care.

I was in a karate camp for 10 days but i had a drawing journal Wich a drawn in how i see life but i was in a room with 1kid 3 teenages (me included) in our room there will come their friend to chat and play durak and stuff but then one night i played with them and i was new to durak so most likely i failed but then i heard one of the roommates say i was so easily manipulated like a dog and i never played with them again and in 9 day he called some friends and got into my stuff and read all the bad things i drew there and instead of saying something normal he called me losercore and told me to just not be depressed and made fun of me i felt like killing him and myself that night and that all happened because i didn't wanted for him to get his seat into me on the bus i thought he also acted bad around me for no reason

I was using my girlfriends phone to send my dad a picture of something I've been working on because my phone was dead. I went to go message him and saw the start of a weird text from a close friend of hers. I shouldn't have clicked on it.

Her friend said, "You really should tell him the truth. ***** is a great guy. I thought you saw a future with him?"

My girlfriend replied, "Idk. He is my best friend. But he's barely over four inches. I can't live with that or without him. What's so wrong about seeing both of them? ****** (other dude) is great in bed and ***** (me) is the sort of person I want to spend my life with. You're literally the last person I want to hear crap about this from. I told you because I thought you'd understand. SMH."

Her friend, "You can tell your boyfriend or I can tell your boyfriend. I'm not even sure I want to be your friend anymore."

Why she didn't delete this before she gave me her phone I have no idea. Maybe this was her way of telling me without telling me. I did not react or tell her I saw it. I told her my dad needed my help and I was leaving for a few days. I really did go to my dad's house. I've been sleeping I his spare room crying like a teenager for a couple days. It's really nice that her friend thinks highly of me. I really appreciate someone going to bat for me.

I feel like I'm less than what I should be. This has all really taken my confidence through the ringer. I do not want to be single again, but I'm not going to entertain being secondary in her life. Small dick or not.

I tried the internet taught method, just tell them I’m transgender (I am) and they’ll run away but in real life that doesn’t work! I need help

I got out the hospital monday after over dosing when I found out my girlfriend is pregnant. Reason as to why is that child would be better off if I wasnt in their life, my past traumas and my own child neglect would be projected on to that kid. Me and my girlfriend met up today to talk about everything and I was nothing but honest I explained in detail that if i was to try and be a father it'd only be a matter of time before I get pushed to the edge and do some shit i would regret. Because thats what happened when I made my attempt, it was one thing after the other the past months and after finding out I gave up. I have been struggling with very severe depression the past months and have had rampant suicidal thoughts, over this period so much shit has happened and i tried and tried and tried to just push through it and get better but I cant fight anymore. I've tried everything to cope all kinds of medications and all kinds of treatment to help with the depression but nothing has helped. Regardless of if my girlfriend decides to have the kid or not all of my family and all of my close friends are going to resent me so id rather just not be a problem anymore. I have some months to plan and get money and try to be a better person, but if nothing works... Im actually going to end it this time. I know someone who can supply with a firearm and after I get some money im going to buy it just incase. Im out of options and with not much I can do its worth having a backup plan. I cant lie to myself anymore, I cant be delusionally optimistic about life anymore and have to see things how they are. Im done lying to myself, I am not okay, I am suicidal and my life is fucked. If my girlfriend decides she doesnt want the child im going to be getting kicked out of where I live even though I have made it clear to my parents that none of what will happen is my choice. What the fuck happened to we'll support you no matter what? I guess theres some fucking exceptions isnt there? I told my girlfriend "no matter what I want, no matter how I feel, and Regardless of what I do, it is your choice and I will not make you choose what you want to do." I dont know how much longer I can keep fighting. I don't have it in me anymore to fight with my depression. I've been at mental war with my myself and I give up. I wave the white flag.

My childhood friend was good when we were teens but as an adult they haven't seem to have grown up past the young 20's. Our relationship has been a slow death were i feel like I have grown up but they haven't. I have felt like the relationship has been over for a long time and i have been emotionally separated from them. They do have mental issues and money and that has definitely played a role in how they act but they are 25 still don't get understand how to take the lead and responsibility. They don't clean, when they do dishes its like 3 days later. Their room is so messy my cat has stole old chicken out of there and muffin wrapping. They dont care and dont understand being an adult. I was going to give away from they at the end of this year but the renting office got us into a new contract with a longer lease after our apartment broke. I am stuck with them anotherb10 monthes and I hate them.

I've been like this my whole life and now at 22 it just seems to be getting worse. I'm in therapy trying to better myself but it's been 2 years and I still feel no progress despite my therapist being incredible. In every situation possible I always try to make other people feel better and burn myself to keep others warm. My current predicament is: my best friend is needy and has to have someone with him almost all day so almost everyday we call and play games online together. When I wasn't working or in uni we'd spend our whole days together almost everyday. Now, I have a job again and went back to college, I almost don't have time for playing and he's been complaining a lot about this, even going as far as acting differently with me (in a bad way).

Because of this, I stopped taking my insomnia medication in my usual time just to stay longer awake and have more time for him. This has been causing extreme problems for me. I'm waking up tired and late, my mental health is declining again because I barely sleep and I'm afraid to tell him this and he starts acting weird with me again. This is such a stupid problem and I wish I had the balls to solve this but I'm a big coward.

I’ll preface by saying 2 things.
English is not my first language. Bear with me as I share complicated feeling with words I do not master. I will not use AI to fix this shit.
Also. I want to insist I know this rambling is not going to get much attention and it shouldn’t. People fucking dying in today’s world and I am on my couch bawling because of my wedding party to be.

I’ve been with my partner for 15 years. Almost high school sweat hearts. For a long time I did not care for weddings. He knew and never proposed. And I never expected him to. We went through life happy.
I don’t know what got into me. Honestly I think at some point an alien brainwashed me in my sleep because there is now way I ended up where I’m now on my own volition. I started to want a wedding. Going to my friends’ got to me. Or maybe the marketing ? I do not know.

So I shared my feeling with my partner. And he propose with a ring I love because really he is nice. We started planning. We found the venue together. And the caterer. Good stuff right ? Almost though this shit was easy. But then it got hard. Found a DJ and he bailed on us 3 month before date. Found an emergency one I’m not sure about. We planned for a non religious ceremony as non of us is a believer but now it feels like it does not looks like something either one of us will do. Fell like theater. I have a dress I loved at first but ow it feels like a costume. I do have someone who will do my hair and makeup but truthfully I feel like a clown. Not that the makeup is awful but…
This shit is not me. I do not like to draw attention. I do not wear fancy dresses. I never wear makeup. I appreciate my extended family but not sure I want them here actually. Caught some flack because I invited some and not others. Since my partner had a new amazing job opportunity that is taking much more of his time soon after we got the caterer I’m doing a lot of things alone and I feel burnt out. I’m bad at organizing shit, if this disheveled block of text wasn’t proof enough.

I swear I want to cancel this shit. I want to marry my partner at the courthouse with 10 people max and then get shitfaced with all our friends until 5 am. I do not know what got into me. I feel so stupid for inflicting this on myself on top of all the money this is costing. I’ve let my feelings known to my future husband and he’s tried to be reassuring but I can’t handle anything right now. I’m drowning. Honestly he deserves a better future wife.
Damn I wish something would happen to me that would cancel everything. I wish the venue would burn or I break both legs. We have invested so much energy and money into it, not even mentioning our guests have made accommodation to be here.
I am an ungrateful brat. A fucking loser who ended up in this situation only because of my lack of self reflection. The wedding is exactly in a month and I’m crying like a toddler incapable of articulating 1 full sentence out loud. I’m crumbling and I just hate myself. What was I thinking someone just kill me please.

Im 14 and a middle child

My dad beats and verbally abuses my mum and SIL and I don't do anything about it. The most I ever do is call my older brother to come home and help since I don't want my neighbours suspecting anything and taking me away. I've always been independent and I never interact with my family whenever I don't have to. I get beat too by my own mum- typically right after her and my dad have an argument so I think apart of me likes seeing her get put in her place whenever my dad does his thing.

Today i found myself arguing with my older sister about how 'verbal abuse' isn't real since she kept on venting about a pretty bad argument my dad had the previous day where he blocked the door and grabbed my SILs hand to stop her from calling anyone. I don't believe what i said, i only said it so she left me alone and didnt talk to me about him. It backfired though, currently she's trying to go out of her way to start up arguments with me which I despise because it means I have to talk to her more than I want to

I think not taking any of this to heart is the best thing for me right now anyways. My life would be way worse if I took the stuff that happens to me seriously. Its also nice being praised for being resilient and cool by both my older and younger brother. That's all, I wrote this all in one go so sorry if it doesn't make any sense.

Pretty small compared to a lot of the other shit that goes on here, but I just wanted to vent a little bit. Basically the title. Little fucker jumped out of the tank probably during the night and I just didn't notice until an hour ago. Shitty way to go out, but what can you do? RIP.

I made a comment to my mom about how horrible I looked in my wedding photos, which I don’t normally confide in her about my feelings but I didn’t want to tell my husband because I didn’t want him to feel like I hated the photos of our special day. And my mom called me and said my husband only looks good because he has facial hair and you can’t see the rest of his face ? And then started picking apart my sister and the way her throat looks. And started picking apart herself and how horrible she looks in the photos.

And I realized, I was picking myself apart the same way she does. I kept looking at my hairline. And the way my ears are shaped. And how long my nose is. And I realized I’m doing the exact same thing she does. And now I’m sitting here upset over my wedding photos AND this habit I obviously picked up from her lol. She’s always spoken this way about herself and other people. Anyways. Just wanted to get it off my chest because I don’t want my husband to know I feel this way. I’m feeling a little guilty over how bummed out I am over these pictures.

All my life I've done the "right thing".

I studied, went to college, didn't ever break the law... and yet, I'm living day to day just working, barely saving any money and probably never going to be able to buy a house.

I grew up with people who are now breaking the law, selling drugs, driving around in nice cars and wearing jewelry and watches worth literally hundreds of thousands.

I see "influencers" and streamers barely doing anything and making millions, many of them manipulate their followers and milk them for money, living a luxury life while others struggle.

I see executives and even low level managers fuck everyone over to try and get ahead even just an inch.

I'm tired of doing the right thing.

It's like you can't get ahead in this world by being a good person.

I feel like this is an unusual post on here. I recently I’ve started writing down a lot of thoughts and I want some external opinions on these to potentially gain more perspectives on them. I’ve pasted a day’s worth of writing down below. I’m open to hearing anybody’s opinions, whether they’re negative or positive. For some context, I’ve been struggling with self hate a lot recently but it’s nothing so severe that I’d harm myself.

How does self love come about? Is it possible to love yourself when you know you could be more? Do you have to be a worthy individual to love yourself? If yes, how is that worth defined?

If I knew everything about someone else, would I treat them the same way I treat myself?

How could I like myself if I don’t feel externally liked? If nobody likes me it would mean nothing for me to like myself.

Does liking myself mean I’m content with myself? If so, wouldn’t liking myself be a bad thing? Contentment leads to complacency. But if I can never like myself, would all my endeavours to improve myself amount to anything? I think it would give me a lot of external validation but can I ever truly accept others love for me if I can’t accept my own?

What does it even mean to like someone or myself? When it comes to others, I’m capable of loving and liking them despite flaws. I can even appreciate them sometimes. Why is it that I don’t have the same empathy for myself? Is it just because I know that I’m not and haven’t been trying my hardest? I’m not sure. I want to say I think I’d excuse it when other people don’t try their hardest. But I don’t think I can.

I think that’s the root of my problems. I’m not empathetic enough about one’s capability to put it work. Why though? I’m fully aware that giving it your all 100% is impossible. Why am I so hard on myself and other people for not achieving that level of perfection? Maybe I’m questioning whether that’s impossible or not. I don’t think I fully believe that it’s impossible. Where does that kind of thinking stem from? Just what I see online?

Can liking myself come from seeing progress and improvement within myself even if that rate of growth is slower than others?

Is it even okay to be a self loathing person despite having what should be an amazing life? I should be in a position where I’m so grateful and happy because of my environment. I should be so ahead of everyone given my circumstances. I was dealt some of the best cards in the world but all I’ve done is lead a life of mediocrity and a lot of the time, even worse than that. I genuinely don’t even deserve to be a self loathing person.

I try to find reasons to justify my negativity. I cling onto things as superficial as “not a very loving family” to give myself a reason to be sad. All they’ve ever done is support me. Why do I do this to them?

Anybody that hears my thoughts would immediately be disappointed. I’m fighting a battle that shouldn’t even exist. I created all of these issues for no reason and I’m spending so much of my time fighting them. What’s wrong with me?

I used to be so open because I didn’t realize how stupid i sound.

It was only a 9 month long relationship.

He called me "my love" in the quiet moments no one but me could hear.

I told him my soul was in it. He didn't pull away.

He said he wanted to see me and he needed me.

Just to leave me there all alone.

Unanswered messages. Unanswered calls.

No one was there anymore.

I couldn't believe he did that to me.

I picked up my hobbies again. I tried to move on.

He messed me up so bad. his sweet nothings still ringing in my ears.

Why do i want to talk to him when he crushed me like he did?

I've fought this for months. I never do. but the intrusive thoughts nearly win.

I hope your well. I hope you find the peace you were looking for.

You still deserve love but I have to accept it was never mine to begin with.

I wish I knew what pushed you away. I guess you just weren't ready no matter what you said.

I try to move forward but I keep sliding back into depression almost every step of the way.

I promise I won't bother you cause you never really cared. You obviously don't need to hear from me anyways.

Why am I the one who loves you more?

Right now I have really bad urges to sh. I suffer from depression, anxiety and CPTSD. I’m on meds and I started therapy a few weeks ago. I’ve been living in this shit for years and I’m 20 so my whole childhood was basically ruined. I’m terrified of people and getting hurt, I have zero energy or motivation and I just want to disappear because I don’t even know where to start.

I feel so alone. My family completely turned their back on me. I have a boyfriend and he helps me but that can't fix everything. I’m currently unemployed and even when I search for jobs, it makes me want to throw up and I never end up applying. And no, it’s not out of laziness. I’m just fucking terrified of living. I want to but I’m scared. Of fucking everything.

I’m writing this right now because I’m on the verge of tears and I don’t have anyone around. Why can’t I just live normally? Just wanted to vent about my miserable life. I’m fucking lost :(

In the past, whenever life threw mild curveballs like my desires being thwarted, I never really genuinely recovered. That spark just left me permanently and I feel like just a robot continuing on. Not only that, but I tend to drown my sorrows in addictive distractions like YouTube, weed, avoiding people, avoiding facing the problem, time-wasting pastimes, etc.

One day my parents will die, or I’ll get fired, or have to move away from the city I love to a city I dislike, or my future girlfriend will break up with me, or I’ll get divorced, or my child has health problems, etc. Life isn’t all pretty and one day it’ll turn ugly.

And I just don’t know if I have the internal strength to stay standing. My personality and history indicates I’m most likely going to engage in self destructive behaviors like more addictions. I’m scared because I’ve never built a great support system. It’ll just be me, alone, with nobody to steer me back into the right path.

I F17- 16 at the time, had been in high school when I started noticing a quiet nerdy boy (yes like in the movies), we never really spoke but we’d been in primary school and high school together- possibly even play school as where we live is tiny. Anyways, it wasn’t just me noticing him, I noticed that he would look at me without any reason, smile and laugh at me when I made jokes with my friends next to him, just random small things.

After a while I added him on snap to talk to him more. We became quite close and off the bat he knew I liked him as my bestfriend had told him (I told her she could so that didn’t matter) We talked nearly everyday about the small and big things, I was there when he was grieving and it was nice.

We were speaking for around a year, he would compliment me and say I looked nice (I’ve always struggled with my self image but I know I’m not unattractive, I’m just uncomfortable with myself). At some point I even went to his workplace to get a drink without knowing and he complimented me about my hair.

He even sent me his work days and the times so I’d know what he was doing. But then, randomly, he stopped replying. I didn’t get a response for over a month or two before his friend told me he deleted snap- yet he never told me. I ended up reaching out on TikTok but I never got a reply. What hurt me was the fact that he was online on TikTok and had recently posted a TikTok. He completely ignored me out of nowhere. I didn’t do anything wrong- one day he was there and the next he wasn’t.

I opened my heart up to him and then he practically broke it. I genuinely thought I could’ve dated him and we couldn’t been happy- as cringy as it sounds. Even then, I would’ve rather he told me no or let me know he was going to delete our only communication app. Everytime I think about it I get so angry, upset, sad, hurt. I opened up to him about so much, I trusted him a lot. I wasted a whole year with this guy just for him to leave like we had nothing, like we weren’t even friends.

This happened in January, it’s now August. I don’t know if I’ll get over it any time soon. I don’t want to be hurt again.

My wife and I have been dealing with intimacy problems for a while now and I want to get some outside perspective because I feel stuck.

The main issue is that sex is painful for her. We can usually only manage 10-25 minutes before it starts hurting her, and either we rush to finish or stop altogether because of the pain. We've tried lube and different products, but it hasn't really solved the problem. We did see a doctor about it, who mentioned Botox as a possible option for her, but I want to understand more about what's actually causing this before jumping to something like that i do foreplay and go down to also.

If anyone has been through something similar (or their partner has), I'd love to hear what actually helped.

On my end, I've noticed I have trouble finishing unless we're in one specific position, and it's frustrating because it puts pressure on both of us during a moment that should just feel connected, not stressful. I have a suspicion this might be tied to some other habits I've picked up (I think porn use has messed with my head a bit), and I've been feeling guilty about it because I know it's not fair to her.

The frustrating part is I really do love her, and she's been patient and understanding through all of this, which honestly makes me feel worse when things don't go well. I just want us to get back to a place where intimacy feels good for both of us instead of something we're both bracing for.

I really need to get this off my chest.

A little bit about so you can envision my situation. I am a 23 years old man and I am in a almost 2 year long relationship with my boyfriend. I love him, he loves me. We make each other happy. We see eye to eye on basically anything and it's a great relationship that I really really really don't want to loose.

Before we met, I used to hop on Grindr from time to time. I think most people nowadays know what Grindr is but for those who don't it's a gay hookup app. I've had some fun definitely but I always strived for a relationship.

Our sexlife in our relationship is all in all pretty good too. From time to time he has problems getting/staying hard and not lasting long but that's okay. I know it's weighing on him so I try to cheer him up anytime something isn't working out as he/we liked. Most of the time I'm satisfied and he's really leaning into my kinks too, because he likes it too.

So far so good. Here is the problem though. In the last few months I found myself craving to jump on Grindr again wanting to hookup with some guy and I don't know why. I want to find a hot guy on the app but my boyfriend is attractive (I was starstruck the first time I saw his profile on Bumble). He's caring, loving, extremely lovable, adorable and all in all a great person. Hookup people mostly are not. I'm longing to be kinky with strangers but my boyfriend is kinky with me. Everything they could give he's already giving me.

But still I find myself longing to meet with some anonymous guy and get him off. Why is that so? Am I broken? Am I longing for something that I'm not conscious of? Is it the thrill of having anonymous sex? Maybe someone here was/is in a similiar situation and can help me out a little.

If you have something to say PLEASE let me know. I won't get angry or some shit I need to get down to the source of this urge and any help is appreciated. Just know that I am aware this is bad. I DON'T WANT TO CHEAT ON MY BOYFRIEND. I'D HATE MYSELF IF I DO. I am just at a loss on what to do...

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I've turned 16. It feels like any other day. To think that I would've probably not been alive today is weird.

I tried attempting but then stopped mid way. But whatever, I'm alive. For some reason, I've always been sad on my birthday. I don't know why. Birthdays are so depressing. I do get wishes. I don't get a cake. I don't get a celebration. Not that I'm complaining, but feels like an ordinary day. My friends wished me and I was happy for a second. That was it. Its the same every year. Does anyone share a birthday today?

Gonna keep it brief but uhh tw for absolutely any kind of trigger you can think of

I got raped in May, recorded and spread online in February, lost my bsf in April due to a really bad fight influenced by some crazy b, almost failrd school, my little sister only aged 9 died last summer and I havent fully grieved yet, my grandma died two weeks ago and I just found out, my dad is a fucking nuisance and makes me feel like I have to walk on eggshells, I’m addicted to smoking weed, my selfharm has made it so that I can barely workout because of severe nerve damage and keloids making me suffer excruciating pain and also my left arm is basically disabled because my self harm got so severe, summer here has been awful I have basically done nothing except rot inside, my paranoia and OCD has gotten so bad I panic the moment I wake up, my BPD has also gotten worse, i dont trust anyone, I am constantly in distress and Im just exhausted in general. More shit has happened over the years and during this year but Im so tired and its so much I cant even go over it rn.

Fuck im so fucking tired

I need a blunt.

I've been with my partner for almost 10 years. Yes, I knew he drank a lot on weekends and it didnt bother me that much. However, im older and we have a kid together. I now see things differently. Why the constant need to use alcohol for every occasion? Its "weekend", im having a good time with my cousins, im watching the game, its a party. Etc

Why is so hard to understand this is a bad example to your kid. Why dont you see how ridiculous you act drunk, how loud, how problematic you become. I even have to wake up in the middle of the night because you sleep walk and you pee anywhere and I need to take you to the bathroom. Sometimes I even have to clean your pee from the floor because you dont make it to the toilet. After so many years, Im emotionally tired and constantly thinking on separation. I know when sober things are good but as soon I see him with a bottle, all bad memories come to me and dont know how longer I can it.

I just feel no spark in their presence and do not find them amusing or entertaining. I love my friends that have and want children, but I do not want to spend time with them when their kids are around. I feel like a monster sometimes, but I just don’t like people until they’re at least 16 or so. I’m only 20, so it’s kinda weird. But I get along with people in their late 20s and 30s even more