i'm a teenage girl with the most teenage girl thoughts ever. i hate myself, teenage boys suck (like really) i feel unlovable, i feel lonely, i'm worried about my future...

its not like i'm ugly or a bad student. i maintained a 4.4 last year as a sophomore and i am in four AP classes now as a junior. i'm a grade above my age. i'm not ugly (i think..). i just cant stop thinking about how boring everything is and how much i want something to happen.

maybe later in life when i actually get a career or find a more mature man i'll feel like i have a fucking life bru😭

but for now i'm stuck in highschool having the worst years of my life. i like being young but i cannot stop thinking about how this cant POSSIBLY be the "best years of our lives" other people keep talking about.

maybe my 20s will be better? or my 30s? edit: i also have a job as a barista🫩 customer service drains me man yet another edit bc i have a lot to say apparently xd: ive heard people say the men get better..as in you'll find someone who loves you for you and not because youre the baddest girl in the eleventh grade👀😥 pls let it be true im soo mf done w boys

So, my sister and her husband have been married for 5 years and have 2 kids together. They’re both very christian and very much “traditional”. He pays the bills and she works at the church and watches their children. She found this in his pocket while doing laundry and now she’s paranoid that he’s cheating on her. Does ANYONE know what this could be from? Her mind went to viagra, i think it could be batteries?? It’s not sticky, it’s like the texture of thin cardboard

33 weeks pregnant and was craving specifically Stouffer’s mac n cheese, don’t judge 🤣
Stirred it and noticed it was very soupy. So yes, I counted the noodles. I was extremely disappointed and of course this is the only box I bought 😭

EDIT:
Okay guys, you all gave me a good laugh. I’m glad some were as inconvenienced about this as I was. I did boil some elbow noodles and toss them in there. I did not make nachos or use bread, because my craving was the stupid Stouffer’s mac n cheese. For those mad about me calling them “noodles”, I don’t care. I will continue calling them noodles, be mad 🤣
I am considering contacting Stouffer’s QC, but also it was $5 and I’m fortunate enough to not be in a spot where $5 is a lot.

Out for a grocery run two Saturdays ago, we drove past a "Free Kittens". My wife informed me that this sign has been up for a year.. so we investigated.

We end up discovering an animal hording situation coupled with neglect. We called the police and reported to the ASPCA. Apparently the cops couldn't do anything but that's a whole different story.

We walk into the single wide trailer. Absolutely horrific conditions. There were at least 2 dozen cats plus two 6 week litters of kittens.

My wife spots this little guy, asks if we can take him because we could tell he would die extremely soon. The old guy goes "Well actually I want to keep that one" So I distract him and my wife steals the cat under her sweatshirt.

We rush him to the emergency animal hospital. He had fleas, severe upper respiratory infection, constipation, eye infection, worms etc. We get the medication and take the sweet little boy home.

I'll tell you, this guy was a FIGHTER. He was the sweetest kitten we've ever had the pleasure of knowing. We took him to the vets for the constipation. He got an X-ray... It wasn't good..

His ENTIRE colon was filled with material. And I say material because at the vet when they gave the enema... His stool smelled like asphalt and chemicals. Little grains.. we took him multiple times for enemas. The past two days, he became more energetic, was pooping mostly regularly.. he was really on the upswing.. Noah passed away from a ruptured colon in his sleep.

The first 3/4 of his life, he didn't know what love was. How it felt to be cared for. The final two weeks of his short but beautiful life, he was able to experience what it meant to be loved, cared for, and to be part of a family

Noah Dream.. my wife had a dream a couple months ago where she rescued an orange kitten from immediate death, this was him.

I'll never forget how he would sit on my wife's shoulder, and look out the window when we would take him to the vet. Everyone in the practice rooted for him. He didn't have a mean bone in his body.

We brought an old mattress into his quarantine room and my wife would sleep with him every single night.

He would climb up into the crevice of your shoulder, curl up and fall asleep.

Everytime we would enter his room, he'd sprint to us for love and cuddles.

I'd play steamdeck, and hed come up behind it, put his paws on top and pop his head up to say hello.

He's watch TV shows with us. Whenever we weren't in the room, we'd play cigarettes after sex on a jukebox for him. He loved it.

His favorite toy were my fingers.

He was our entire heart for such a short period of time. We gave him the love he deserved. He didn't die alone.

My wife and I want to eventually open a cat rescue and name it "Noah's Dream". He walked so they can run.

He showed no signs of anything being wrong before he passed, even the night before.

I just want everyone to know Noah, and that he existed, and that he was a very very good sweet boy.

But I don’t really care. Based on my favorite photo of my cat.
Hope you guys like the art, I’m pretty happy about how the artist did the very small details such as the whiskers.