Hey Pandas! This Is Your Safe Place, Have Anything You Wanna Talk About? (Closed)

I want to wear lots of different styles but I feel like it would be weird if some days I dress like a soft girl style, popular cloths, all black. Will people think I'm weird for having so many different styles?

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When me and my boyfriend broke up he kept trying to text me to get me to change my mind he then also threatened to take his own life.
I told my mom and she helped me but now at school he keeps trying to bother me and my friend.
Anyone got any advice

I am dealing with a really awful flare at the moment. I usually have them around 'that time of the month' but it's not gotten this bad before. I hate hate HATE being wobbly in public and knowing that the spasm that just make me actually gasp was visible to others. I normally don't care what people think but I can't deal with pity when I'm already feeling down on myself. The icing on the cake was needing to pull to the side while trying to get scripts through a drive thru because even though I KNOW my vehicle has not shrunk it just looked so bloody small. I felt like it was shrinking around me and had a nice argument with myself in the form of "this is not real just stop just stop please just stop". Thank you for giving a place to let things out. People may give you the "well it's online so it's not really a safe place" but who cares, sometimes a good rant is good for the soul.

Because I'm 'labeled' as Goth that I worship the Devil, spill the blood of goats in satanic rituals and that I'm a social recluse that lives in the local cemetery. Contrary to popular belief, I'm actually a dad and husband, teach Horticulture, love fishing and own my own plot of land where I grow veg......I'm also not satanic. I wear black, big boots and eyeliner.

I can't do math. Like, when I look at the problems, I just start crying. I'm doing really well in every other subject but math depresses me. I have had many a night where I've just curled up in a ball and cried over Geometry. I'm not usually suicidal and I think of myself as quite positive and chill most of the time but I have honestly considered it when I struggle and get frustrated to the point of tears. I don't know why I struggle with math. I just do. And it sucks. Any advice, please?

My 2 cousins are in foster care, and my fam wants them to live with us, but my cousins mother’s friends are wanting the girls as well. We had a court zoom on Monday (yesterday), but we have to wait another week for the placing. It’s super hard.

I have a crush on a straight girl that’s a couple years younger than me and I love her so, so much but I’ve made it clear I’m bisexual and she’s made it clear she’s completely straight. What do y’all think I should do?

I think I may be pansexual, but I'm not sure and even if I am I´m scared to admit it. It´s so weird and confusing

ill never forget the way you looked at me that made me feel so special. all the words you said to me that melted my heart the way you put me before everything else. but also, ill never forget the way you tore me apart the way you left me like it didn't matter. im not sure which is worse. the fact that you destroyed me or the fact that i thought you never would.

I am the foreigner of my class, and even tho i have been here for four years, i still feel left out and unaccepted.

I might be in love with my best friend. I don’t know. They have a boyfriend. It might just be platonic feelings but I don’t know what to do. (Best friends pronouns are they/them if you plan on commenting :D)

It’s more of a question but, why do (specifically female presenting) people get made fun of for everything? Like I get made fun of because I’m “too girly” and “no one is going to take me seriously” and I’ve seen it as more masculine girls are “pick me’s” or “ attention seekers. I’ve also seen people getting harassed for literally liking something, like comic books for example. Does anyone know why this happens??

My dad was found dead in a field recently, probably suicide. He had severe mental health problems that he refused to get help with. He terrified me and it's been a while since we had talked for that reason. But I keep thinking about how kind and loving he was to me when I was a kid, before he snapped. So many things that I love, art, music, reading, he introduced me to. I I'm realizing that I still hoped in my heart that he would get better, that we could reconcile. I just needed some time to myself, to get my own life together, without him always tearing it down. I thought I had more time. I miss my dad.