fck the world, I hate it but I love my life I love everything about it I just hate the world

Every Friday night, after my son goes to his father's house for the weekend, I contemplate taking my own life. It has been like this for a year now and the need gets stronger every week. I am disabled and will not be able to care for my son for much longer. I fear that when my ex gets full custody, I will truly not be able to stop myself. I haven't told anyone.

Im currently in a relationship with this boy that treats me so well and is everything ive ever wanted but i cant get over my ex. i feel like a psycho because me and my ex only dated for like a month and its been a year since we talked until yesterday he hit me up and we started texting and we fell asleep together on the phone like we used to do. the reason we broke up was cause he ghosted me and started dating another girl which makes me feel like i wasnt enough for him and i know i shouldnt have forgiven him so easily but i just love his company for some reason and i just wish he liked me as much as i liked him because this would be so much easier. i would drop anyone to be with him in a heartbeat and I DONT KNOW WHYYY im so attached to him.

I really like my close friend. It honestly kinda sucks because I'll never confess it to her and even if she did happen to like me back she would never confess it either. I just feel kinda stuck. I know I should just wait it out and see what happens but I can never be too sure if she really likes me back or if shes just being a nice person because she really is the kindest person I've met. It just really sucks.

i have a boyfriend that i love but i think i want a relationship with a girl more than anything. im bi but as i get older i like men less and less and i think i cant fully be happy in a relationship with one. we've been together 9 months now but i cant help but have that in the back of my mind. ive repressed the part of me that likes women bc my mother is homophobic.

i think about dying to help me sleep at night, it's always been comforting to me that i could end it and get out of any situation in my life that is too hard to cope with.

I was the one who stole my housemate’s adderall, MANY times, from her room. And I did it again even after I promised myself I wouldn’t, by picking the lock box she kept it in. I don’t really regret it, and honestly it was worth it for the high. I still feel guilty about it, but I know damn well I will never admit this to her. A part of me feels like she deserves it a little.

I just sent an e-admit about stealing my housemates adderall. But I also wanted to add that I’ve lied my way around the situation, letting another housemate believe she made the story of stolen adderall all up. I also lied to everyone’s faces by playing completely dumb about it all (I should really be an actor tbh). I think I feel more bad about the lying than the stealing.