Is it wrong to not like someone even if you have not met them and only go by hearing from another person.....but you get the feeling this person is not good and is trying to take away the person that i love....im confused about all of it

feeling a bit hungry :X should go eat an apple

That feeling when Finally having time to sit down and actually rest with nothing to prepare or plan feels like submerging your ears in the water at a loud swimming pool...

I have really reached my limit this week mentally and physically. I often struggle with post summer burnout in September/October but this week I had to function perfectly during work and so many social obligations whereas I had things to prepare for or join in. I didn't get any real me time to unwind because I had to run errands and prepare things til late in the night. Never getting to bed before 3 or 4 am... I ran on sleep deprivation an burnout. Yesterday I was close to the point of breaking down exhaustion. I felt my knees almost give out in the store... Now it's finally over I have finally time for me with nothing to prepare for others. I will probably have a hardcore social shutdown but thb I need it

So, I know that when you watch a video or whatever on social media the algorithm shows you more that are similar to what you've already seen. Right now on my feed, it appears that the far left is finding that cancel culture works both ways, and is not happy about it. I've got videos all over the place of mostly 20 something SJWs sobbing and wailing after supposedly losing their jobs because they posted video of themselves celebrating the Kirk shooting and/or posted absolutely vile comments on it, and someone sent screenshots to their employer. I'm not going to say watching them doesn't bring a warm fuzzy feeling to my withered black heart, but I wonder...these people are grown ass adults. Why would they throw a screaming tantrum over losing a job, especially considering they deserve far worse than unemployment? And if they were going to do that, why video it and post it online? What is there to gain from showing the internet their meltdowns? Back when I was that age, that would have been more like a mean-spirited prank a "friend" who didn't actually like you much might play on you than something you'd do yourself. I'm pretty sure a lot of these videos are about as real as Stephen King's apology, but again... To what end?

It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.

What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'

I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'

Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.

Feelings? Tf are those
Only thing I wanna feel is what that Necro mouth do

Do you know that feeling when, after a good time, the world comes crashing down even harder than expected?
I wish it were just the blues after one of the best times I've ever had, but somehow the shit just keeps piling up every day.

Not only do I have a lot of work to do, but I also have to compensate for three people, and instead of support, I only get statements that downplay the actual workload, and I just end up angry, exhausted, and “done” with my job.

On top of that, there is a current family disaster that I am currently unable to deal with mentally, so I am completely withdrawing.
Unfortunately, it is so severe that it completely paralyzes me.
I want to be there for my family, but I can't.
My head is screaming to escape, but I don't know where to go anymore.
With every breath I take, it feels as if the air is made of lead.