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What don't I regret? Every choice I make, and yet every hesitation to act has seemingly been a mistake.
I regret wasting so much time on frivolous activities, settling for a sedated, infantilized existence that has done nothing but dig me into a hole the older I get.
I regret my cruelty to others who didn't deserve it.
I regret ever registering for college, and accruing financial debt for a degree that I'll never use.
I regret not bothering with religion when I was younger - As it stands now, I can never be a nun due to not meeting the requirements, which is the only vocation I would ever consider as an alternative to suicide.
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My biggest regret is scrapping & scrubbing off my cystic acne without knowing what consequences I was about to face. That habit due to my ignorance and naiveity cost me everything.
Not a single day goes by where I don't regret my past actions. My face is a mess with huge indents and scars that could have been avoided had I been little aware.
Calling for help when I had my near death attempt. It could've worked but I blew it. As time goes on my SI increases and I become less impulsive just like another user said. I'm still miserable, but trapped and used to it.
Not telling my crush about my feelings even a simple rejection would have worked faar better than the deep regret I ended up putting in my infinite deep box of regrets.
Not realising that I have anxiety sooner. I'm indecisive, I overthink, I bite my nails and the skin of my fingers, so the signs were there
I thought it was part of my personality that I couldn't change.
The anxiety has affected my thinking for years, but it's taken me to become homeless to realise it.
I could have been living in my own home now, married and in an enjoyable job. Instead, I have ruined my ex's life, I am single and homeless, in a job that I hate.
There are so many. There is no way to choose one regret that is the deepest one. However, one that sealed my sad fate relatively recently was not identifying an intentionally and necessarily obscured communication until I'd already invested myself emotionally into departure. They're not all bad...but I was already preparing myself to leave when I figured it out. The memory of the communication seared into my consciousness immediately. It had been so cryptic but so strangely noticeable to me...but sadly, things like that just didn't seem real enough at the time, at least, not as things that might be part of my life. I should have asked myself what it could possibly have indicated and put it together and then, just as a shot in the dark, checked the website. But I didn't until much later. As a result my life as a supposedly adult male (that was already an obvious act) was once and for all, over. I kept going through the motions in my Plan B (one of many...) but it was finished. I would never get off my knees ever again. My state of abject failure beat me once and for all.
She hurt me pretty bad. It wasn't her fault. I was in a terrible and not-at-all rational point in my life. We split up "amicably", but I was still very upset about it. It wasn't my idea. I felt insecure and alone. Later she felt the need to contact me and mention some "stuff" about the new guy. Maybe to show off. Maybe she was too clueless to see how it would make me feel.
Either way I retaliated tenfold. The most hurtful things I could come up with. Unspeakable things. And she didn't deserve it. I was so upset and angry, I wasn't even a person. Completely psychotic, out of my head, impulsive. I hit every insecurity, and I know they landed. Everything about her, her personality, interests, not wearing makeup, etc. changed after what I said. The beginning of a long downfall in my life. I won't be able to move past it, and it's not something I can fix.
I don't have any serious regrets like most that have been posted here but I do regret not making an investment a few years back that would have made me somewhere between 500 and 750k. I might be retired today lol, and I'm not even 30.
When i was young, i was the perfect image of what's a retard, a narcissist, a manipulator a pathological liar and mythomaniac, (that's the worst mental illness in my opinion, even admitting you're a pathological liar in a safe space is nearly impossible and requires a lot of courage but i managed to change that) i did many bad things when i was a kid, i raided countless of discord servers especially lgbt and dating servers, i hacked at least 1k account, i doxxed people, i social engineered people, i was the literal definition of "a based legend" in the opinion of my friends, because i did things that a lot of people dreamed to do but couldn't, everyone used to respect me due to my bad actions, and i heavily regret that, although i somehow don't as i liked having all of these friends and people who considered me a legend for shit that i did but i still fucking regret causing all of these unnecessary suffering to people
Taking Propecia. Now I'm bald all the same and my dingus don't work properly, my hormones are all over the place and I can't sleep. Funny thing, I don't care about being bald any more.
1) Being friends with someone who always used to do bad things to me and he would apologies and now he has destroyed my life in the worst imaginable way.
2) Getting with my ex who spread lies and is still lying on my name and the worst is saying I accused someone of rape when I didn't.
3) Asking my mum to live with these two "girls" who also played a part and has been nothing but plotting behind the scenes whilst smiling to my face ( my mum didn't even want them around in the first place and I wish I had listened to her back then).
I will never forgive myself for those decisions that I mentioned above and it's something that I will regret till I cease to exist. I truly hate living and tbh if I had a gun I would have completed ctb. However, I realised that I'm going to expose cause some disruption to those people above before I leave.
F?ck taking the high road I tried that before and they came back to humiliate and ruin my life again whilst smiling to my face.
I didn't make enough effort to keep in touch with three people in my life- who had all done so much for me. They got old and ill but I was too wrapped up in either university or a new job to make enough effort to be there for them. I was selfish basically. They both died before I could.
I regret trying so hard just to be labeled a mistake, I wasted a lot of time on stuff that didn't interest me and left little to nothing just to please people who considered me a mistake at the time just because I couldn't keep up anymore.
I regret moving with my parents just to study, now I'm stuck in a career I don't care about just to be left alone, I had to part with my pets, struggle to put all my paperwork in order and neglect my bestie for a long time only to find out that she had committed suicide, I'm tied to this stupid career and can't go see my aunt in her last days, I did nothing for the people who encouraged me to really try one more time because of my stupid decision.
Catching feelings for a girl who lives a gazillion miles away from me, just because she tolerated and entertained me. I knew all too well that it was a fantastical premise, I'm a bore, I'm poor, I'm ugly, we don't speak the same language, we live on different continents, etc. but I felt so attracted to her. I confessed to her but in the worst way possible, and immediately poisoned our friendship. Now she knows I'm some depressed, bitter, lovesick loser. I used to talk to her every night about so many silly or cool things, but now she hardly messages me and when she does, I can sense how she only talks to me out of some kind of pity. My chronic pain already makes me really suicidal, but the feeling of being a burden for someone I deeply respect and appreciate the kindness of makes it so much worse.
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