I’m in the thick of it, divorced with two kids, recently lost my parents, and finding myself stopping for that bottle of wine on my nights without the kids. I’m lonely AF. And I know I could get sex if I wanted it but I don’t want the next-morning feeling. I want real intimacy and I feel like it’s so completely far…

Hugs from someone feeling the exact same way right about now.

I think I’ve reached the dating app wall. I feel this pressure to constantly try and date, and it’s become exhausting. I actually dread even looking at messages and I’ve found myself trying to find an excuse not to meet up with people. I feel like 99.9% of the time, no matter what they say they want, sex is all they…

Oh honey, I understand what you wrote at the deepest of levels. I feel some days like I’m walking this earth with all of this love to give and no one wants it/me. I know I am a good partner; I know it. But raised in a cultish religion, virgin until 24, emotionally abusive marriage, and then my parenrs’ murder-suicide…

Oh, same. I tormented myself looking at my Insta feed last night, watching people hug and kiss at midnight. A year ago I told myself that I would have someone to kiss at midnight, and of course, I don’t.

It sometimes feels like it’s so easy for other people. My cousin who breaks up with one girl and a month later meets “the one.” I ask myself if I’m too picky. I sometimes feel like I just haven’t met the right personand then other days I decide I’m just completely unlovable. The few I’ve actually felt a connection…

I know. It was weird to even hear from him this much later but I was trying to be gracious and now I’m wishing I wouldn’t have even responded. And then the threat about making it worse. Ugh.

Like three years ago, he posted a lengthy personal attack on my looks. Randomly the other day, he replies to a comment and tells me he actually had copy/pasted that comment and had no idea what I looked like and felt bad about it and wanted me to know. I accepted the apology. But he keeps asking me if I want to know…

Do you want to know what’s creepy? I woke up to see that he had taken the time to go back and star like 300 of my past comments. I just want it to stop, I don’t want to have to change my name on here but I may not have a choice.

Yes, I forgive you. I just don’t want to talk about it more. Thank you for apologizing.

Ok I just don’t understand what you’re expecting from me...?

You asked me if I have any more questions for you about trolling and I don’t, so what more is there to talk about? You know nothing about me so why are you so concerned with me ignoring you? I have enough stress in my life, please don’t make me have to change my login or leave this site.

What do you want from me?!?!

Hahahahaha. 10/10 would bang.

“Watt” killed me. Thank you. I needed a laugh as I sit here drinking alone.

I hope she stays grounded after this.

I feel like this has been a thing for awhile. I think my attraction to him was solidified with that Girls episode where he carries Lena Dunham’s stupid ass to the hospital. Because I’m a sucker and also because being me a fucked-up dude and I shall be attracted to him.

How am I dissing you?

How many faces have you eaten today?

Take my libido, please.