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some girl i've been speaking to just tried to kill herself like 30 minutes ago, no idea if it was successful.
the fuck am i supposed to do, why am i the person she keeps fucking messaging about her problems. I can't solve them, and any advice and support i've been giving has clearly been for nout.

Its not fucking worth the hassle which sounds really fucking selfish but im pissed off.
Don't do that.
You are not responsible for someone else's pain.
Contact family them cut off contact.
 
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Where do they have such classes? Also, how did you find out about them and is it expensive?

I'd like to do something like this, but if it costs a bunch of money I'll probably talk my way out of it. The dago genetic inclination towards extreme cheapness is just too overwhelming most of the time.
Here's where I found out about my local CERT/DART volunteer opportunities:


I haven't started yet, but I let my local CERT know that I'm eager to get involved! I hope your training journey goes well too!
 
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Currently in the process of switching jobs. My soon to be ex boss has taken the whole thing very badly and is being a monumental cunt, trying to weasel out of paying what he owes me and insulting me and my work ethic at every opportunity (something he never had a problem with right up until I told him I was leaving, funnily enough…). It’s all politics but it is getting to me a bit, only so many times you can be insulted and having to hold in your desire to hit back before it starts to affect you.
 
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I finally got a paid job working In a restaurant due to a two month-long career programme I did earlier this year which I’m really pleased about! It’s a surprisingly fancy place in the central of my city and I have the role of an comme- chef, which is basically an assistant waiter who has many roles around the kitchen, cleaning, stacking cutlery and serving food to tables, an all rounder. The salary is good considering I still live at home and my boss and staff are all really supportive and nice towards me, I even get to try out some of the amazing food they serve free of charge!

The only issue is I guess is my work hours, which is from the afternoon all the way to half 11 so I end up getting home normally midnight and don’t get to have dinner with the family. But I’ll discuss with my new boss If I can work an earlier shift later down the line, other than that I’m really happy to have this job and I feel optimistic for the future for the first time in months. It feels refreshing to have this new security. 😁
 
Butt mad.
So I bought a sword for my brother as a birthday gift, and it, being sent from China, via SFexpress, and after waiting 2 weeks it finally arrives in the US. It is then ping-ponged from LA to Canada to Chicago to the town 15 or so miles away from us, and is then scanned as "Out for delivery"...in the wrong town. It is then sent to Baton Rogue and New Orleans for 3 days before being sent back to the town 15 miles from my location....and again is scanned as "Out for delivery"
So either I am never going to get my package, or it gets ping-ponged across the globe instead of being sent to me literally next door to where it arrived....twice.
I should have never trusted the chinks with this. Fuck.
 
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Butt mad.
So I bought a sword for my brother as a birthday gift, and it, being sent from China, via SFexpress, and after waiting 2 weeks it finally arrives in the US. It is then ping-ponged from LA to Canada to Chicago to the town 15 or so miles away from us, and is then scanned as "Out for delivery"...in the wrong town. It is then sent to Baton Rogue and New Orleans for 3 days before being sent back to the town 15 miles from my location....and again is scanned as "Out for delivery"
So either I am never going to get my package, or it gets ping-ponged across the globe instead of being sent to me literally next door to where it arrived....twice.
I should have never trusted the chinks with this. Fuck.
Stop buying cheap chinkshit. Support your local (white) sword salesman. Improve your morals and the country's economy.
 
Stop buying cheap chinkshit. Support your local (white) sword salesman. Improve your morals and the country's economy.
It wasn't cheap, and because no malls exist around me I cannot go to the smelly long haired sword sensei with an anime T-shirt. Trust me, I would absolutely buy American swords.
Also I don't collect them, my little brother really wanted one so I figured why not.
I deserve the mockery. I failed my ancestors
 
Currently in the process of switching jobs. My soon to be ex boss has taken the whole thing very badly and is being a monumental cunt, trying to weasel out of paying what he owes me and insulting me and my work ethic at every opportunity (something he never had a problem with right up until I told him I was leaving, funnily enough…). It’s all politics but it is getting to me a bit, only so many times you can be insulted and having to hold in your desire to hit back before it starts to affect you.
Looked into reporting him/her as a last fuck you?
 
Looked into reporting him/her as a last fuck you?

Small company which he owns so no one I can really report him to. All I can do is stand my ground and get what I can. I’m staying professional for now so there’s nothing bad-looking he can give to my new employer in my reference. If he contacts me after June however he’ll get a piece of my mind.
 
New job starts Monday! Barley a week out of work and I'm already back in the saddle. Didn't even have to apply to collect unemployment either. Still it's a bit of a downgrade compared to my last job it's a server at Johnny rockets as opposed to my prep cook job which had the potential to become a full on chef's gig.


Oh well in this economy and the way things are going? It's better than nothing right?
 
Came home to gf of 2 years having moved out half of her stuff. We were fine the day before and having a great time, but now she says she's "run out of things to talk about". And so I've resorted to sitting alone in an empty house packing her shit for 8 straight days. She's even going to abandon two pets here and I don't have the time to properly give them the attention they need. I'm so fucking stressed out man
 
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i am SO DONE with rich sahms. i hate having to deal with them and hearing whatever new complaint they try to look for. they are so fucking stuck up and entitled, they’ve never had to work a day in their lives and it shows. it’s always the shit you least expect too. coworker called in this morning so i had to do her job (which i was never formally trained to do) and some bitch with her hollow looking husband and kids come in trying to complain about some shit that husband+kids couldn’t give less of a shit about. they always chew out the kids too for stupid reasons.

i really don’t know why they’re so mad all the time, if i got to stay home all day and have a husband to leech off of i wouldn’t be complaining about shit. no hate to their husbands and kids, they’re chill, but damn these women are so fucking bitter. i’ve met a lot that are super sweet people too, but for some reason a lot just want fucking drama. they need to be forced to work in a field or some shit for a few weeks and be humbled a little bit
 
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Felt like my first-round interview with The Treasury Department went well, I was one of the first people they interviewed and seemed to really like my answers. The field office I'm gunning for won some awards for being a really good place to work for, and they offer a fucking pension plan, which is a rarity these days. It'll be a while before I hear anything out of them, so I'm not gonna count this chicken before it hatches. NBD if it doesn't work out, they're really risk-averse so they may not be the right fit for me.
 
I'm not looking for attention or sympathy or anything, but I feel I need to put this down somewhere as a way to publicly acknowledge it for myself, even if no one really pays attention.

I've had some vague suicidal thoughts for years, more so after life got worse and I moved to a 7th floor apartment with a balcony I could jump off of, but I've always said I'm not gonna do it, because I don't wanna hurt my kid.
After some conflict in the last couple days, I've been pretty down and last night I couldn't sleep, and at some point I had the strong urge to do it.

A little over a week ago, I took a wrong step crossing the street and sprained my ankle something nasty. Swelling is down now but it still hurts.

So last night I get that urge, and I try to quickly get out of the bed, and in doing so, I put force onto the bad foot and it hurt like a motherfucker, maybe more than when the accident happened. That impeded me from impulsively getting up and going to the balcony.
Who knows if I'd actually done it otherwise. I'd probably calmed down before I even reached the balcony.
But I felt the urge, and it was strong and very real.

If any of you my lads are getting those feelings, those kind of impulses, get yourself some help.

Or perform a preventative ankle sprain, I don't know.
 
I've struggled with my mental health since grade 6. Later on, in the 8th grade, I was diagnosed with depression and social anxiety disorder. It wasn't until I met a really good psychiatrist connected with the hospital that I was diagnosed with PTSD. It helped a lot knowing this. Remembering was hard. Having to relive my sexual assault and the disregard that my school had when I told them. I wanted to forget but it made me so much worse.

Fast forward to now and I'm doing a lot better. It's been 2 years since my last suicide attempt and 1 year of not cutting myself. I'm proud. I know I will never be at 100% but I have come far. I was lucky I was in therapy at a young age.

Lately, I have been going outside more so another new step in leaving my comfort zone. So ya life is shit but less stinky I guess.
 
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