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It still infuriates me to this day! How could you do it??? Best thing on the on the menu and you replace it with cantina chicken and other crap. I use the app now just to customize a bean and cheese burrito to get it as close as I can and it's still not right. I don't know what makes me more mad, not having it on the menu, or attempting to order something similar and it doesn't live up to it. Pull it together and bring it back!

Some days I'm just not happy even with you there. Some days I feel great, but today's not one of them and I wish you could understand that instead of constantly thinking it's because of you. I want to grab a pillow and just scream into it just to let everything inside me out. I wall around pretending to be okay, and some days I am, but more often than not I feel this need to just scream, vent, curl up into a ball. It's like I'm a balloon that's being filled too much but can't pop.

Sometimes when i walk my kids to school, they're 9y and 8y, I think about how much time has gone by. Reminds me of how old I'm getting and one day all of this will change. I'll be gone, they'll be older. I wish them the best and hope I get to see them again.

Picking up food at McDonald's, standing there waiting, and one dude is talking to his friend at a table munching sway on fries while continuing to talk....shit makes me want to scream!!! How are these people raised? My mother would have smacked the shit out of me for doing that

From NJ, commute to NY, and I fucking despise it. I mean loathe it. From the traffic to the homeless wiping their asses middle of the sidewalk and throwing the toilet paper to the side, to electric bikes damn near ramming into you trying to cross the street even when pedestrians have the right away. I wish I could get the hell out of there

An effigy of a boat containing mannequins of migrants was set alight in the village of Moygashel on Thursday, in an incident condemned by political and religious leaders as racist and threatening.

Haven't had sex for about 4 months now and I might just go crazy. I need to find someone, like bad before I lose my shit. Dating apps suck and can't trust anything people put. Men put 6ft and turn up as short as Kevin hart.

There are days I don't feel like getting out of bed. I want to call my boss and tell them to fuck off i need sleep and then just curl up and sleep until the next day.

I love ketchup on scrambled eggs. I won't eat eggs without ketchup unless it's on a breakfast sandwich or if we're at a restaurant just so I don't have to feel bad about it since my family thinks it's weird.

Anyone come here from reddit to test this out?

Like the site, wouldn't mind commenting and something more community oriented like reddit, and maybe some basic filters to narrow down posts, nice work

Julian Cash and Lloyd Glasspool become the first all-British pair to win the men's doubles title at Wimbledon for 89 years.

Laying in bed, can't sleep, and posting a random thought to the internet just because. I need to get a life.

Why is it some people are just total inconsiderate pieces of sh*t? I get it that a lot of people see it as a 'every man for themselves' kind of world, but how can they be arrogant enough to think other people don't matter, like they live in their small little worlds where apparently they're God's gift to mankind. Trying to keep hope for humanity, but I have my days.

Never heard of him until today, but saw this quote: “Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?” by Emil Cioran. I just liked it and wanted to share in case someone wants to get deep into thought with me.

I was standing on line waiting to pick up my kids from school when a woman who was walking to the end of the line realized she knew the person behind me, apparently just an acquaintance from the convo I overheard, and instead of walking back, she decided to tag along with the person behind me and cut everyone off. Reminds me of that episode in Curb your enthusiasm with the "chat and cut".

How's the job?
How's your family?
Have you been working out?
What is it you do again?
I want to make a paper with questions and answers and just hand it out so I dont have to answer questions anymore, or better yet, maybe I should just stay home

The simplest task feels insurmountable—like climbing a mountain when you're already out of breath. The weight of all expectations, both from others and myself, settles onto my shoulders like an impossibly heavy coat. I think about reaching out to friends, but the thought of opening up is even scarier than sitting silently with my worries. It’s a lonely balance, feeling the world move on while I stand still, paralyzed by doubt and trepidation. I find solace in the quiet, but the quiet can often echo back my unfounded fears, making it deafening.

Some days, I wake up feeling an empty heaviness in my chest, as though a weight is pressing me down. It seems to seep into everything I do, casting a shadow over even the simplest tasks. I wonder if anyone else notices or if I'm just wearing a mask that hides my struggle. The relentless ticking of the clock strains my nerves further, counting down the moments until I can finally close my eyes again. I try to shake it off, but anxiety wraps around me, tightening with each passing minute.

How about those mornings when absolutely everything just goes wrong? You know, the kind where your alarm fails, and your cat decides to barf on your clean sheets. And before we know it, you trip over all the things you thought were put up. Getting out the door feels impossible when every single thing conspires against you. I question life's sense of timing more often than I'd admit!

I've been logged into Netflix for hours, just searching for something new to watch. Somehow, I end up watching the same shows on repeat, like I'm holding out for a show that doesn't exist! The “mindless” phase doesn’t help since paradoxically my mind wanders during attempts to focus.

I don’t think people truly understand how exhausting it is to feel anxious all the time. I dread situations that don’t even warrant panic, and yet my mind races like a hamster in a wheel. It’s cruel, trapping yourself in thoughts that spiral downward. Wanting to enjoy an outing but fearing the worst is a harsh reality. I wish there was a switch to turn off the worry, even for a moment.

Hundreds of mourners gathered at a high school football stadium Wednesday night in Kerrville, Texas, to remember the more than 120 people who died in the floods as well as those still missing.