Oh no problem. Feel free to vent about anything on here. I have to get on my computer everyday anyways to do my homework so I'll always have time to respond and offer any kind of kindness or advice I can.

I do not like the people on the internet in general. In particular, though I have been on Fanpop for five years, I don't appreciate those who attack me for defending Ariel. I don't have to defend Mulan hardly at all, but it's always Ariel that everyone around here goes after! This is part of why I don't like Fanpop very much--- it seems that this is where a great concentration of all of the cyber bullies who hate Ariel hang out. It makes it tough to be an Ariel fan, when all you'll ever hear about her is how her hair looks like tomato ketchup, how "stupid" she is, how "she doesn't deserve any fans," and "how she is terrible and the worst Disney princess."

One of my friends left Fanpop entirely because of all of the cyber bullying here! Thus when certain users "jump all over me" about my dislike of Tiana, Belle, Elsa, Merida, Melody, etc., or they post filth about my love of Ariel...I don't feel very good. It's a constant reminder to me that people can show you the worst of themselves. It's while I'm defending myself from the most hurtful of the comments, that I end up hating myself all the more.

You don't even need to go visit sites like Kiwi Farms. The hatred and nastiness is alive on Fanpop, and has been for years.

Honestly, I've been kind of afraid to post my opinion on Fanpop lately. I now that probably sounds silly, but during and right after the election when it got out that I voted for Trump I got brutally attacked by a bunch of trolls and some regular users (who will remain nameless). For months I would receive messages telling me that I should, go kill myself, or go fuck myself, or that they hoped Trump would rape me and many more. I honestly couldn't post anything without either my post getting attacked or receiving a lot of messages from them. A lot of the trolls even had usernames that were directer insults at me, like fuckcruella or cruellastrash. It got to the point that I felt like dying, every time I got another one of those awful messages. I'm not asking that everybody agree with me on who we should vote for, but can we just respect each other when we don't agree?

This forum is a beautiful idea. I have nothing to say as of now, but I have to say this will make a nice addition to the club. I knew this community was overall kindhearted, despite what it sometimes seems.

Okay, I dunno whether this is consider as a vent, but I might say it! I suspected that my previous Filipino maid is a con woman yesterday because she stole money from my purse last time and even con my mother with a LOT of money to which I will not disclose it here for privacy reasons. Glad she is no longer working for us!

Okay, it's about 2 psychopathic trolls that recently stalk me.

I haven't really talked about this much, but I feel like I need to say something now. I've been fighting demons for forever now. It's taken such a toll on my mental state to the point where I want to break apart. Every time I try to forget about a certain thing, I always get led back to a demon. I've tried so long to kick this, but now, I think it's just beginning to snap.

So... It's not like I'm not used to this. My mother has called me rebellious, a liar, not living in the real world, lazy, disrespectful, neurotic, etc. I also remember the mornings when she woke me out of deep sleep to continue arguments about how I was so disrespectful to her. I remember back when she said that I had "connectivity issues" --which basically meant that I had problems making friends and interacting with others.
Today, because my mother wants me to go back to school and get a better paying job, and because I voiced concern/worry over another clinical placement--- my mother suddenly told me that, " You're not going to like me saying this, but you are a control freak."

So now, I have another "label" added to the litany of labels my mother has "tossed" on top of me throughout my childhood and much of my adult life.

My brother moved out a year ago, and got away from her. When will I get my own chance to leave?

This is literally same problem with @deedragongirl who post her problem above, but yeah there's a troll account that strongly attack me on a club just because I made a poll and defend specific character. The troll is already gone, but every time I read the troll's abusive comment then it hurts me :(

Ever since I got some horrible news, I've been in this depression. I'd rather not talk about it now. In fact, I might confirm it on the actual wall later on. (Actually, you can kinda sorta tell by my new icon.) Anyway, I really need your help! If you can help, that would really be appreciated!

There's this user who's been kinda trolling me, since I got on to her about being insensitive and disrespectful about the people who died on 9/11. I don't want to get into big details but here's a direct quote from one of her replies to me: "Bold statement from a motherfucker who is 28, has a jar jar icon, thinks Disney is the shit, and can't handle the word hell. I hope they make cribs in twin size" As you can tell she's a cyber bully, and I know I should ignore her, it's just hard.

First and foremost, no hard feelings to haterlaxene, he (or she) is so obsessed with the Aladdin issue. Can't he (or she) just drop it already? It's getting really up to the point of being immature! I'm so sorry for my rant.

I absolutely can't stand my mom sometimes, whenever I voiced out my problems to her. She has an annoying tendency to get moody and speak to me coldly and very rough. I suspect that she might be very negative.

I graduated college in June but haven't been able to find a "real" job. I know that I'm not working hard enough at job searching, but I can't figure out how to make myself focus. Today I made a schedule for myself and that seemed to help, so I'm going to keep doing that. I need to follow up with a place I applied at a couple weeks ago, but I have really bad anxiety about calling places on the phone. I keep putting it off, but I know the longer I wait the less likely it is I'll get the job. Everyone's expectations for me are so smothering, but at the same time I feel so guilty for not fulfilling those expectations because I really do think I can do it if I can just make myself work harder. I also just feel like the stereotypical graduate who's living out of their parents' house and not really doing anything. I feel like I'm mooching off of my parents even though I know they are happy to have me living with them. There are so many things that I want to do, and I plan on doing all of them, but I am so so terrified that I won't meet my own expectations for myself.

The other day, I let my 2 dogs out and one of them scratched the glass at the main entrance which left some scratches on it. I already apologise to my mom and there was no reply from her. I was afraid that she might be upset, just you know that she's in Europe now.

I just realize that I got most ridiculous message ever since I join Fanpop. Since when Arabs considered as Caucasian?
I feel bad for being bullied just because this ridiculous argument -_-

Recently everytime I open Fanpop I often see peoples who constantly though that Indian=Arab but it's not. They accuse others to be SJWs to be disagree with Naomi Scott as Jasmine but they don't realize they did whitewashing by consider Indian and Arab =Caucasian. I'm seriously tired with all this stuffs.

Asteriamalfoy is such a whiny and immature fanpop user. I hope she grows up!!

Okay guys, I haven't really been vocal about this at all, but I've decided to speak about it now. My grandmother died a couple weeks ago. I'm still overwhelmed and I would really appreciate it if you would keep my family in your prayers.

As you may already know, I’m the home health care worker for my Grandma so I have to go over to her house several times during the week and check on her. Well, when I went there this morning, I found her laying on the bathroom floor, in a puddle of her own waste, and she was barely conscious. She’s at the hospital right now, and according to the people at the ER they think she had a stroke. Please pray for and remember, her and the rest of our family.

Once again, it's my mom, I can't stand her at all when she scold the maids, my mom is hot-tempered and she's unprofessional, she would call all sorts of names to the maid and my mom loves using harsh words. In other words, she's abrasive. That's the main reason why I disliked my mom sometimes.

I really like to join Fanpop and especially this club, but I feel like I was mocked to have not so good English with certain users :( English is not my native language and it feels difficult enough for me to learn it. It really bothers me and I'm afraid if some peoples here won't like me because of that.

Alright so I guess I'm gonna have to be ok with being homeless very soon. Our roommates just told me and my boyfriend that we have til March to get out. We've been here since September. Apparently, our roommate's parents are cosigners on the house we live in so they don't want them to have roommates. Ok they've had roommates before. Twice before us. Considering that we've been here for a few months now, why is it an issue all of a sudden. Oh and I don't have a job. I may be close to getting one in a week, but we're not for sure yet. Oh and to make it better, we have a dog and a cat that I just refuse to abandon. I've been homeless before for two months, like three years ago. Well by the definition of the word, I was homeless. In two months, I stayed with 5 different people, and lost some friends that way. Only one of those nights did I have no where to go. I was too scared to just sleep in the park. So I spent the night walking to the store I worked at, at the time since they opened at 5am. So at least I could go into the break room and chill for a bit. Guys, we are so scared. My boyfriend has a full time job at Walmart overnight. But we're also out of a car too since it's broken down. So yay to not knowing what the heck we're gonna do by March. I'm job searching and gonna keep going at it til I get a job. I honestly wasn't expecting this.

I have a disorder that's (sorta) on the Autism spectrum, and because of this, when I get upset, I have really bad emotional breakdowns. Well, tonight, I think I had my worst one yet. If you want to know the story behind it, I'll inbox you because I think it's simply too long to type on here. For now, I need some tips on how I can prevent these breakdowns before they even start. They're one of the many things I hate about myself, and they're not pretty to see.

My dog died last week.

I'm thinking about seeing a psychiatrist. After some thought, I'd like to give it a try. At the same time, though, the whole thing makes me feel like I'm a mentally insane person. I know I'd be getting the help I need, but I don't want to feel like I was born insane. (Also after talking to friends and relatives, I was wondering what you guys thought.)

Ok so I feel like getting something off my chest because it's been boiling for like 3 years now and reading this forum made me realize that I should say something. I'd like to apologize to wavesurf, and here's why- when I was 11, I joined fanpop, and when I was 12 i met this wonderful group of girls. they were my best friends (and they still are, I talk to them almost every day) but you and them never got along. they mostly all hated ariel and as a result they hated you, and the extent of it was quite frankly troubling. some of them, thankfully, have long since grown out of this, while others, as evidenced by bellerose's incredibly insensitive rant up above, have not. i don't know if i ever was an active contributor when they all ganged up on you, and if i ever was i am so sorry. but the thing i'd really like to apologize for is my complicity- i never stopped them from bullying and harassing you, and i even went along with it sometimes. i am seriously so sorry for that, and if any of my friends are reading this, i hope you guys apologize as well. anyway idk if this was the best place to write this but i did want to get this out there because if i never said anything i don't know if i could ever feel genuine on this site.

Two years ago I was sexually assaulted by one of my closest friends, who I also had a crush on. Anyway lonnnnnnggggggggg story short, we talked about it, he ended up /sort of/ apologizing, we squashed it, and then we actually dated for sometime. We broke up back in August, but remained close friends. I was venting to him about this creepy guy at work (which I've posted about on the wall before) and suddenly my friend goes off about what happened two years ago, saying that I'm probably making it up about the guy at work, and says that I also made up what happened two years ago for attention. I cut him off and didn't talk to him for a full month. He then approached me after work one day and asked how I was and then told me he felt sorry about everything and that he thinks he is struggling with depression and that he gets into these moods that he looks back on later and realizes he overreacted. We talked after work and he apologized for everything- the mood swings, accusing me of making up the story, and for what happened two years ago. He even says he got away with it too easily and he should have been punished for what he did. I believe his apology was sincere and heartfelt, though it took some time to get him to understand, but I also kinda feel like I have put up with too much from him at this point and I deserve to treat myself better than that and stop giving him a chance. Idk.

Once again, it's about my mom, she claimed that she met our former part-time Indian gardener and that was when she rub salt into the wounds by dragging our former Indian driver into the conversation. I absolutely hated my mom for being so pessimistic and loves to upset everybody (especially me) in the house by talking about the past. I just hope she learns her lesson one day!

I'm moving somewhere slightly north of Memphis in the next few weeks. I was all excited at first, but now, I feel like I'm going to a foreign land. I feel like I'm leaving the only place I've ever known. I'd like some advice on how I can handle the blues/stress. As far as the stress part goes, it's tearing me up emotionally and physically.

It's my younger brother's Singaporean friend once again, she's such an inconvenient and denial young girl. She's always like bully me by putting the blame entirely on me!

I got a fright of my life, because my mom and I encountered a minor car accident with a motorcyclist. But, the latter was in the wrong. My Honda Jazz has a slight dent on it!

It's about Gitanita, he's immature, potty-mouth, disrespectful and rude.

While buying lunch today, I encountered a young Malay man who was very rude to me, I happened to park car at near the market garden because it's Malaysia Day today and when I went back to the car. He's started accusing me for being selfish because I parked my car illegally! As mentioned, it's Malaysia Day and yet he show this kind of attitude to me. I hope that he doesn't go as far by suing me!

Alright guys, I really need your help with this one. Ever since I moved to my new country town, I developed a love for horses. Sitting at home, I got to thinking "Man, how cool would it be to work with these beautiful animals?!?". Well tonight, my parents told me I had to grow up around them to know what to do. I get that because I'm a city slicker. Then my friend tells me they'll teach me what to do. I think I'd rather be confused about that one because here's the catch-I'd also like to learn how to ride them because I've only ridden three times. I don't know if I'm getting wanting to work with them or wanting to ride them mixed up. (THAT'S most likely because of my disorder.)

All I know is I want to make something of myself and BE somebody because I feel like a nobody half the damn time! Sorry about the little outburst, but, I'm at a point where I don't know what to do anymore. It's getting kinda hard to follow my heart now a days. In fact, I sometimes feel like because of my disorder I'm not even allowed to...

I hate to make two posts in a row, but, what can you do? I'm going through God knows how many struggles, and my mom thinks I'm in alittle bit of a depression because of it. While I'd actually KNOW if I were in a depression, these struggles ARE taking an emotional toll on me big time, and I could really use some support.

Firstly, it's Phalengerina (or whatever her username is), she likes to take things seriously. I hope she stops this annoying tendencies soon.

I wonder what's gone into my tennis coach this morning, because he was so bias to me, I wanted to have an extra class for my tennis. But all he says that people will be fed-up with me for hitting the ball over the fence. We made mistakes but why the bias comment all of a sudden? He's Welsh, mind you.

I have a fear of tornadoes. Tomorrow/tomorrow night, we're supposed to get some inclement weather. Ever since I moved to my new country town, I've been worried because this town gets hit harder than other parts do. In fact, back when I wasn't living where I do now, this fear I have got so bad, I actually started feeling safer at school. A majority of it finally subsided until I moved. I'm worried it'll spiral out of control again. Even though I know what to do, I just don't like being in super cell storms with a minimum amount of people, especially when I'm by myself. I guess you could say I'm just flat out scared. I know I shouldn't be, but I am, unfortunately...

I CAN'T STAND MY YOUNGER AUTISTIC BROTHER TODAY! I was involved in a physical altercation with him just because of my ringtone (it was Payphone by Maroon 5). First, he said that he was joking when I was changing in my room upstairs, but when I went down to the kitchen. He snapped and at that point, the commotion occurred claiming that all Pop Music are dangerous! He even bit both of my hands at 2 separate occasions! I speculated that he was in a bad mood earlier on.

I'm doing pretty good! Got into my dream college and I'm just chillin currently, how was you guys' day to day/ haven't been on here in a fat minute!

Upon seeing the rather unnecessary post above me, I actually have something I need to say.

I feel like my anxiety is getting out of control. I'm constantly going over thoughts I can do nothing about, and I end up giving myself the worst panic attacks. The thoughts are rather stupid, but if you want to know, I'd prefer you inbox me because I'm simply too embarrassed to admit them on here. I want to get help for this, but I don't want to be put on meds again, and the reasons behind THAT are kinda personal. It's like every time I start to come out of this negative phase, something always brings me back in... <:'(

Again, I hate to make two posts in a row, but, what can you do? Anyway, I need some tips on how to fight "social media anxiety". (Yes, it's a thing.) Last week, I saw something that gave me THE WORST anxiety EVER. I even missed out on going to a race! I was so caught in that fiasco, I literally forgot about everything else. I even lost interest in my favorite things. Hell, I even did things out of my league! I'm embarrassed about how bad this has gotten, and my mom is the only one who knows the actual story, and with all due respect, I'd rather keep it that way. I've been doing EVERYTHING I can to distract myself, but sometimes, I still have the urge to go to my phone. I need some tips on how to calm my nerves when I have those urges and when my nerves try to get the better of me. This is becoming VERY unhealthy for me.

Once again, this is about my mom. I know that I constantly been bringing this up, she falsely accuse me of deleting one of her contacts. I mean, I don't even know her passcode and never touch her phone!

I need to some advice on how to handle my emotions. I've been overwhelmed with so much, and today, I got an unexpected slap in the face. This is seriously getting too much for me to handle. I feel like I'm becoming a toxic version of myself, and I think everyone is starting to notice. Please help me!

It's my younger brother's Singaporean classmate once again, we haven't spoken to each other and she was so rude to me today. Saying I don't want to argue with me, she's mad!

I need your help with this one, guys. Long story short, let's just say my toxicness really showed last night, and the fact that I'm embarrassed about how I handled myself is an understatement. If you want to know the full story, I prefer you inbox me because I think the story is simply too long to type on here.

Again, I hate to make two posts in a row, but, what can you do? Anyway, I need all you prayer warriors right now. (And for those who don't pray, just keep my family and I in your thoughts.) My dog isn't doing good. We don't know what's wrong with him. He's not eating. Even though I'm hoping for a different outcome, words cannot describe how f***ing worried I am right now! I love that dog more than anything, and be devastated as hell if the worst were to actually happen!

Update: Let's just say we're gonna enjoy him and try to make him comfortable. GOD, I'm devastated!!!

It's been a while since I've been on here and I wanted to take a moment to explain why. A little over a year ago I had a completely different life and boyfriend Michael. In the last few months of our relationship he was diagnosed with stage 4 kidney failure. He got very bad very fast. His kidneys were at 20% function and he even had to start dialysis. I became his care taker. Cooking for him, organizing his pills. Even failing a class so I could spend that time to take care of him instead. He was very well childish when it came to taking care of himself. Helpless in a way. There would be times when he would skip a days worth of pills because he would forget to take them. It would stress me out very much. So one day as he was eating, I kept telling him to take his pills as he had some that he had to take with food for them to work right. He hit me on my back. I got so mad and hurt and confused I didn't know what to do. For one whole month after that I broke up with him three times because three times is what it took. The first time I broke up with him, he told me his grandma just died, that he had kidney failure. The second time I broke up with him, he told me he could stop taking his pills and stop doing dialysis. I traumatized on that for a week so convinced that if he died it would be my fault. The third time I broke up was him was because there was someone who made me believe I deserved better. Me, Michael and this person who made me believe all worked at Walmart. Michael went so far as to come down my aisle after work one night to yell at me to accuse me of cheating and call me names. He was so loud a manager had to tell him to leave. So everyone I went to for advice knew what Michael was like. They knew his anger and how he could snap and the way he would treat me. Though a lot of people gave me advice, telling me it was abuse and to leave Michael I was so convinced that he would die and it would be my fault. Until that person. All I asked was if I deserved better. I'll never forget what he said. "Yes. I don't even have to hesitate."
That person was Brian. I knew at that moment with his words what I had to do. I went home and broke up with Michael that day because as miserable as I was with him I knew I could never cheat on someone. I knew I was going to fall in love with Brian. I just didn't know what was going to happen. Brian had a girlfriend that was emotionally abusive to him and cheated on him. She put him down. We both knew that feeling. I just had no idea what would come of it. But here I am with Brian just recently having celebrated our one year anniversary on March 1st. Happy together. Living together. And building a life together. He has a 5 year old daughter and mother who lives with us due to her hips and having been homeless before. I went from being so miserable to having this new life with someone who I love and who loves me. We have our issues like any other couple but we get through it. With this Coronavirus and so much uncertainty, he just bought me a desk so I could work from home. He just bought me a laptop so I can go back to school and finally get my Associates in Psychology and become and Addiction Counselor. We bought a car together. Like I said, we are building this life together. I'm just so happy. All because he made me believe I deserve better.

I don't know if this is just the pandemic or if it's also me, but, I'm feeling more nervous and depressed than usual. I'm back on meds for OCD (That decision was NOT an easy to make, by the way.), but most of the time, I have no energy to do things I enjoy or regain interests. I'm seeing my psychologist in the coming week or two, so maybe he'll give me some tips. I guess you could say I'm at a crossroads, and I could use your help.

I haven't felt much like talking about this but I guess I need to get it off my chest. My Dad has been in the hospital with Covid for over a week and I've been feeling really depressed and overwhelmed about it. He's suppose to be coming home today but he'll need to be on oxygen for a while.

I also need to apologize for having not completed the 2020 article yet. I've been really busy with stuff and I've pretty depressed and haven't felt much like doing it. I promise it is coming.