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@star-cooldoce.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 1:05 AM

eu sinto uma inveja genuína das pessoas da minha idade, as maiores preocupações geralmente são coisas bobinhas, eles tem amigos de verdade, eles podem fazer barulho, eles podem sair de casa e aproveitar a juventude deles e eu to aqui mofando no meu quarto tentando não morrer antes dos 20
#vent

@syd123.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 10:39 PM

Sometimes I feel like people disrespect my dislike of “Big City Greens,” and they always ridicule me about it, which makes me feel hurt and excluded.
#bigcitygreens #huskywolf #fursona #norespect #vent

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@artistica18.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 8:20 PM

Day 253 of #Draw2026

Put your head down and work

#art #ventart #horse #vent

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@d2g.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 7:02 PM

#vent

Literally me as the boys at sleepover because certain and bad people (as the girls at sleepover) kept worsen my mental illness of giving my intrusive thoughts demons power by antagonising me, denying and downplay me like i'm short-sighted, ignorant, unwise and strawman -

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@the-midnight-hour.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 5:28 PM

If I want to casually and non-sexually admire bare tits and gock on my feed then I can! And any OLD BITCH clutching her pearls over what she's peeking at my screen to see can choke! We're in a hospital, you'll be fine, whiny old woman
#vent

@d2g.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 3:35 PM

#vent #meme
Double standard of hypocrisy and DARVO.

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@omansklig.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 10:23 AM

Je suis pas un cliché qui fait de l'hyoerpop ou du trash rap ou du scream rap trans coded du coup je mérite pas de percer et c'est impossible de trouver des dates.
#salty #vent

@monstrinthecloset.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 8:33 AM

Sometimes im alone in my head but other times that fuckass velociraptor appears from the mist & demands i go for a run & its a 50/50 on whether or not it brings its friends
Sometimes great, usually deeply unhelpful
#dissasociation
#vent

@bigolbab.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 5:54 AM

#vent it's been a while since I've vented.

Idk why, but I am NOT feeling good rn. I dont really wanna get into it but I just feel like shit, like in my soul or heart or whatever. If I wasnt super tired I would be drawing out how I feel cause I dont know how to put it in words.

@meteocornella.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 4:35 AM

#Bondia

#dilluns 14/9/26.

Estació meteorològica del #BarriCentre de #Cornellà.
Dades actualitzades a les 6:30' hores:

-T 20,9°C (T Mínima)
-HR 77%
-Pressió 1022,1 hPa
-#Vent del NNE. 5 km/h
-T Màxima 23,8°C
-Ratxa màxima Vent de l'ESE. 18 km/h

Salutacions!

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@antiguess.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 4:09 AM

What started as a #vent instead gave way to a more healthy reflection on myself.

I find myself at an impasse with a confusing idea: What if I don't actually hate myself like I thought I did for the past 19 years of my life? You know that one David Foster Wallace quote about self-hatred? The one people love to brandy about like it's some kind of mic-drop moment? If you don't know it, then here it is. For context, it's from the cutting room floor of an interview on ZDF circa 2003. The interviewer had read one of the stories in Wallace's collection "Brief Interviews with Hideous Men" and had found in one of its characters a corollary to her own life. A friend of hers with multiple sclerosis had called her late at night to vent. While she felt good about being able to be a listening ear to her friend, she also felt as though she had let two hours of her life go by because she couldn't assert a boundary for herself. "Imagine, though, if [someone] called you up late at night and talked to you for two hours, and it was mostly apologizing for bothering you. So[...] it’s just one more layer of frosting, which is just something that goes along with kind of a depressive temperament. So there’s a lot of narcissism in self-hatred."Now of course "narcissism" in this case is more a shorthand for egotism (a practice we probably should put to rest, though I won't fault Wallace too much since it's a quote from 23 years ago and the man has been dead for 18 of those years). Still, there is some kernel of truth that self-hatred is borne from some level of egotism; maybe it's not the kind of egotism that comes to mind when one thinks of the shittiest people they've ever known but something at least somewhat adjacent. Something that puts one, instead of on a pedestal, into a stockade so they can figuratively throw tomatoes at their self. With this all in mind, I've found myself wondering if self-hatred is the right term for what I've been feeling. Egotism posits that nothing in a person needs to be changed, whereas self-hatred posits that nothing in a person CAN be changed; those things that a person thinks make them awful are deep gashes incapable of ever healing. For as much as I've derided myself in the past, I never stayed inert the way either aforementioned supposition implies. I loathed myself for how heavy I was in college, but then I changed my eating habits and worked off the weight over time. I loathed myself for getting a degree in a field I could not break into, but then I used my skill sets to make a lateral career move (twice, even). I felt shame for still living with my parents into my twenties, but then I managed to move out on my own. The point is that where there have been obstacles to my own self-worth I have managed to overcome them instead of just staying inert. The complication that arises then is what to make of the obstacles I still grapple with.I'm not so proud that I can't admit low self-esteem has followed me from childhood to the present day. A lot of that low self-esteem, I believe, can be linked back to my childhood troubles of trying to make sense of the world I had been thrust into. Every person that walks into this life struggles to hash out meaning and sense out of it; when you have Autism and ADHD, the struggle just compounds. As a kid I'd see people my age have things that I wanted but couldn't attain, and I couldn't parse what it was that prevented me from having those things. Sophomore year of high school I came to one possible conclusion as to what held me back: it was my own damn fault. When I figured out that my issue of loneliness at the time stemmed from the fact I didn't socialize outside of school, that was my brain's cue to pick apart every single, possibly negative aspect of myself in some blind hope to reverse engineer a solution. Instead of a solution all I found was internalized shame, frustration with myself and uncertainty as to what good people saw in me to begin with. Speaking of shame (since we're on the topic), I've also carried a great shame in my inability to rid myself of these inner demons; I figured most people usually get over their high school baggage and move on with life, yet here I was fighting the same battle I'd been fighting since Dubya was in office. Now whether most people actually do manage to sort out their emotional baggage fully and move on is a whole other story, but regardless the damage never went away for me.Is it proper self-hatred, though? That's the question I'm finding myself faced with now. Do I flagellate myself still over mistakes of mine from years long since past? No. What's done is done. Do I find myself frustrated for "failing" to have the things I envy in other people? Yes absolutely. I'm guilty as fuck of that. Does my envy delude me from the reality that everyone has their own struggles they gotta deal with even if the grass seems greener? Nope. Do I question my own self-worth and the value of anything that I do in this world? Oh like it's going out of style, yes I do, though that's more existentialist than self-hating. Perhaps self-hatred hasn't been the right term. Perhaps a better label for what I've felt would be exhaustive frustration (i.e. being frustrated to the point of mental/emotional exhaustion and losing my fucking mind). I have been consistently frustrated with the motherfucker I gotta share a brain and skinsuit with for almost two fucking decades. I imagine it'd drive most anyone mad. The frustration I've had with myself and the act of being myself isn't unlike having computer problems. You keep getting signs that the machine isn't working, but nothing you've looked up actually works as a fix. You put so much time and energy into trying to figure out what the problem really is only to come up with jack shit. Sometimes you even ask yourself, "Fuck me is it worth it trying to keep fighting this fight?" A computer can at least be replaced when all is said and done; a person less so. Has this whole essay just been a way for me to convince myself I'm not super egotistical or self-absorbed? Yes. That being said, I think reflecting on this almost 2 decades-long battle of mine has at least helped me better understand what's happening with my mind. Am I still hurting over things? Yes. Will I still have issues with self-esteem and self-worth? Yes. At least now I can rule it out as not being true self-hatred, so that's kinda cool.
@niborthelurker.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 4:09 AM

Gosh, it's just soooo WONDERFUL to have realizations about yourself hit RIGHT as you're going to sleep! Especially when your brain decides to take the ball and run with it rather than follow instructions and leave it alone until tomorrow!
Yes, it's kink related. No, I will not be elaborating. #VENT

@eliza.vgSep 14, 2026, 4:03 AM

ive replaced #vent with fucking bsky dot app

@toastydumpster.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 3:00 AM

I'm dumb and wild and free
#aroace #vent

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@feedmyfrankenstein.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 12:23 AM

[cw: #vent art, feelings of dysphoria, lack of identity, low esteem, and mismatched brushes to somehow match the overwhelming self-inflicted sorrow]

I hear someone, calling me down
Under the ground, through an open manhole
A strange voice, like three heads talking
Maybe five... How do they know me?

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@raerae2344.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 12:13 AM

Vent doodle, drew this as soon I got back home and gave Dolores my symptoms lol

#doodle #oc #vent

A dishevelled looking Dolores in front of a toilet with caption above him saying "Threw up cuz of cramps"
@glitchydaflower.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 9:04 PM

ok... now i'm actually starting to feel bad for (almost) humiliating a friend of mine over a fucking hyperfixation... what the fuck is wrong with me-

i feel like a horrible person right now smh...

#vent

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