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Final complete day: 2026-10-09. Attention was 0.1% — this entity appeared in 49 of 51,707 analyzed posts/comments in the seven days ending that day (68 mentions).

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1. 2026-10-09 23:48 UTCComment

   Ive always smoked weed to cope a lot with trauma and just very poor mental health due to many issues. I started using psychs as a more intense escape cause it's sort of hard to remember all the bad that's happened to you when everything around you is melting. I was expecting a fun trip like my previous experiences instead of a bad trip. Though I was more paraniod than before which I was aware of and I was aware that risked a bad trip, but also at that point I genuinely just did not give 2 shits for my life or what happened to it. I would not have cared if someone ran me over by truck

2. 2026-10-09 22:13 UTCPost

   I genuinely don't think I'll ever be the same person after experiencing what I can best describe as pure chaos - Since I'm a smartass I did a shitload of dissociatives and psychedelics this spring and early summer which I'm pretty certain made my psychotic for at least a month or two because eachday was just overwhelming paranioa and seeing shit and believing fake shit. At one point while crossfaded on acid and weed, my trip turned VERY bad. It was nothing but chaos. Everything I saw was so disorganized, as if everything was falling apart. It was so absurdly overwhelming with everything being so much vibrant to the point it looked like it was exploding, but everything also felt so empty. I have a key memory of looking at a poster on my wall with a word on it, and I saw the letters melt down the poster as the poster started to expand and eventually just turn into pure nonsense. I couldn't make sense of the poster anymore, I couldn't even make sense of reality in the slightest. I couldn't make sense of time either. I felt trapped in a timeless void. Every minutes felt like an infinity, and it felt like my trip would never end. It was very odd, I literally could not make sense of anything. All I was, was my consciousness, but all that was chaos. I knew absolutely nothing about when it was, where I was, who I was, or ANYTHING. The only thing I could make sense of was this overwhelming sensation of paranioa and chaos. When I say overwhelming, it was like NOTHING I had experienced before. Imagine having a panic attack, which is already very overwhelming, and experiencing that 100× more intense. I can't even put in words how fucking awful it felt. Acid already makes you feel emotions much more intense, but when you mix that with an already overwhelming intense emotion it is genuinely nothing but hell. Since this experience, I have not been the same at all. I have not experienced much emotions, and the ones I do are very flat. My derealization has been a shitload worse too. I haven't had a good or bad day in months. Every day is just another day I have to live through and it feels like all the life in anything has been taken away. I lost my best friend a while back due to suicide, and I've felt barely any grief for it. I miss my friend and I do wish she was still here, but eachday without her just feels like another day. There's nothing to it. I know something is missing from my life, but when it feels like I'm not even living a life, what is the point to grieve? I miss the life I had before this. I felt like shit a lot, but at least when I had a good day, I could really feel it and enjoy it. I crave living a life that doesn't feel as dull again. It still feels like I can experience some emotions, but as if there is a semi permeable wall between my emotions and me. Things can get through to me, but just much less than it should be. Anyways, don't do a shitload of drugs

3. 2026-10-09 19:18 UTCPost

   Need help fighting vape addiction - can you guys possibly send convincing comments explaining why I need to quit or insult me for not being able to quit idk just inspire me to quit please 🙏😁 EDIT: been vaping since 14 where I also picked up weed which I did manage to quit early this year as I didn't find it fun at all however vaping is something I can't seem to drop. thanks for all the replies!!

4. 2026-10-09 02:06 UTCPost

   Mom said I was possessed by the devil today. I hope she dies. - Euro Brady give me strength so I don't snap and genuinely slime her ass out. She's not even really religious, she just believes in whatever makes her seem like the victim and a saint in her eyes, and her hobbies include pissing me off and getting upset when I leave the room so I don't end up screaming at her. She constantly tells me how I should be "helping out at my age" when I babysit daily, do basically whatever she asks while dealing with my own personal things as well. She can say whatever she wants to everyone else whenever she wants and nobody can ever get upset about it, but if I refuse to walk on eggshells and mention something important she'd rather not think about, like any of my health issues I'm "dwelling on things" and "should be more positive" She's also constantly harping on me about being trans and saying that's all I talk about, when what actually happens is she'll randomly get mad at me for it when I'm not even talking to her. And sometimes she'll touch my waist, or make comments about my body, tell me what to do with MY body, and so on, so I'll of course get pissed off because she's a disgusting person and I don't want her to touch me or make comments about me. And she'll get all upset and offended as if she didn't just touch me inappropriately. I hate her, there's nothing positive I could say about her, she's just horrible, she screams at my baby siblings and the other kids and me, she constantly wants me to walk on eggshells around her, she insults me constantly, saying shit like "I hate your voice" and stuff like that. I wish she ended up dying during those high risk pregnancies or her liver toxicity thing, my life would just be so much better without her in it. She wants to grow weed around toddlers, so I keep poisoning the plants to keep the kids safe, she keeps trying to impulse by pets and I keep having to convince everyone it's a shit idea. I hate having to manage her behaviors, having to threaten to report what she's doing to keep her somewhat in line. She isn't doing anything illegal that I can prove and that's the mane issue, weed is legal where I live and you can have up to 7 plants, emotional abuse isn't illegal, I have no evidence that she touches my waist when it's exposed and it doesn't happen often or regularly enough for me to collect evidence. I just want to ring her out for everything, I want to scream. Very rarely do I actually yell or even swear at her, but it's a constant battle not to, I'd just rather avoid the drama, since everyone is just gonna side with her anyways. It's so pleasant and peaceful when she's not around, I'm always disappointed when she comes home alive, I've never told her that of course, she'd play victim again, as if she hasn't said things a million times worse. I don't particularly like my dad either, but he's just not there enough for me to really care that much, my mom is like some sort of insect that takes chunks out of you and gets you sick when you're not paying attention, whereas my dad is like a grizzly bear, usually not around, usually doesn't do anything more than steal food, but when he does more, it's catastrophic, I don't hate him so much as I just don't want him in my life anymore. Sometimes I hear about people who actually like their parents, and it's like hearing someone talk about life on mars, like you'll hear them in the same room as you, but it's like they are some sort of background character or just not real in some way, but apparently most of the population actually likes their parents, which is just insane to me, because I've never spoken to anyone like that online or in real life.

5. 2026-10-09 02:06 UTCPost

   Should I stop being friends with this person? - I’m 15(F) and my friend is 16(M). I’ll call him Snoop since that’s my nickname for him. I‘ve been friends with Snoop since the last few months of eighth grade. We were part of the same friendgroup (which we’re all still friends). At the end of eighth grade I developed a crush on him and he liked me back, and we started dating over the summer but he backed out and changed his mind after a few hours. It was pretty awkward for a while. Over the next year we would text on and off. He ended up going to a different high school than me so during freshman year we only saw each other twice as a whole friend group hangout. The thing was that I would text him and he would leave me on read for like two weeks before texting back, and eventually I just stopped trying which he noticed and started texting me quite often. We got super close around spring of this year and we were texting every day. He was pretty obviously flirting with me after I broke up with my boyfriend at the time, but I expressed that I wasn’t interested in a relationship. He got pretty insistent to the point that one time I didn’t text him back for like two hours and he started blowing up my phone with over forty texts and two phone calls telling me to please answer because he thought I committed for some reason??? And he also had had a habit of getting really drunk and texting me unintelligible things at 3 am. One time he mistook me for one of his other friends and started sexting me which was very strange. I’m not entirely certain he was actually drunk or if he was just being weird, but it was very graphic. After he did those two things I stopped texting him back as often and now I leave him on delivered for days at a time because most conversations consist of him asking “hru” every five messages and him talking about how much he hates his life and/or how much he wishes he was high or drunk. I’ve been pretty good about setting boundaries. I told him that I don’t want him to text me when he’s drunk or high and I don’t want him to blow up my phone or text me like more than six times in a row before I even answer because I get easily overwhelmed. The thing is, he used to be really cool and we would have awesome, deep conversations and he was someone i could rely on and actually enjoyed talking to. I think after he started drinking and doing weed he lost a lot of his personality. He struggles with a lot of mental issues (we both have anxiety, depression, and insomnia) so maybe it’s that? It’s just really difficult to be friends with someone that like does nothing but weigh you down with their issues. I don’t mind people ranting to me or having conversations about that stuff, I’m actually a safe place for a lot of my friends, it’s just that every conversation it feels like I’m his therapist. What should I do? I care about him a lot but it’s really hard to be friends with him. Plus he doesn’t have many other friends, the rest of the friend group doesn’t like him much any more because of his drug issues and also he’s a bit weird with me sometimes. I’ll probably reply to comments but any advice or feedback would be great, thank you for reading.