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2023.06.08 10:22 iatemykidney I want to move out of my home
Hi!
So, I’m an 18y/o male tertiary student on my learners license that hardly leaves home for anything besides course. I’m a bit(a lot) of a late bloomer socially and as an adult, I guess.
I’ve always lived with my family which sadly has an unbearably unhealthy dynamic. As of around November 2022, my parents and other family have been driving me mad, almost like I’m living with ginormous children. I’m definitely going through some stuff mentally/ emotionally and have been for a while, and whenever I try to talk to my parents about it, I just get shut down and made to feel like I’m stupid for feeling the way I do. Definitely the opposite of a safe space to talk about my worries.
I constantly have agonising migraines day in and day out which I assume is a result of their antics. I’m nearing my last straw with these people, and I fear I may do something drastic to myself or another, which is why I wish to get away from here.
Now, to the point of this post(sorry for rambling, I’m quite heated at the time of writing this). What options, if any, are realistic for someone like myself to get out of my home? I confess I am entirely ignorant to how the outside world functions which is why I took to reddit to begin with.
If I had to guess, I’d assume my options look something like boarding somewhere or (sadly)burdening extended family members with my presence in their home. Again, I don’t actually know/ understand what my realistic options are. I just desperately want to get out of here, and am willing to make sacrifices to achieve this.
Any help is greatly appreciated. Sorry if this is hard to read or if it isn’t actually relevant to the subreddit as I am not an avid reddit user. I also won’t be completely willing to disclose much detail about my private life as it is personal.
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So, I’m an 18y/o male tertiary student on my learners license that hardly leaves home for anything besides course. I’m a bit(a lot) of a late bloomer socially and as an adult, I guess.
I’ve always lived with my family which sadly has an unbearably unhealthy dynamic. As of around November 2022, my parents and other family have been driving me mad, almost like I’m living with ginormous children. I’m definitely going through some stuff mentally/ emotionally and have been for a while, and whenever I try to talk to my parents about it, I just get shut down and made to feel like I’m stupid for feeling the way I do. Definitely the opposite of a safe space to talk about my worries.
I constantly have agonising migraines day in and day out which I assume is a result of their antics. I’m nearing my last straw with these people, and I fear I may do something drastic to myself or another, which is why I wish to get away from here.
Now, to the point of this post(sorry for rambling, I’m quite heated at the time of writing this). What options, if any, are realistic for someone like myself to get out of my home? I confess I am entirely ignorant to how the outside world functions which is why I took to reddit to begin with.
If I had to guess, I’d assume my options look something like boarding somewhere or (sadly)burdening extended family members with my presence in their home. Again, I don’t actually know/ understand what my realistic options are. I just desperately want to get out of here, and am willing to make sacrifices to achieve this.
Any help is greatly appreciated. Sorry if this is hard to read or if it isn’t actually relevant to the subreddit as I am not an avid reddit user. I also won’t be completely willing to disclose much detail about my private life as it is personal.
2023.06.08 10:20 athok98 How to not pay 2000€ for an Appartement?
I’m a foreigner and rented a room through annagency because I did not even have time to see it in person. It is a short term through agency and I’m a foreigner and because of that I’m paying 1000€ for a room. It’s okay because it’s only for 6 months and the room is nice but it’s still crazy expensive. Now that I’m in Berlin I’ll be able to look at apartments and see them in person.
What is the best way to rent from a “German” not an agency so it is cheaper “for insiders”? Because on sites “in English” with English contracts 40m2 single room apartments can cost between 1500-1800€ which is a bit much Are local ads like ebay and Facebook marketplace the best option?
I also heard that something called Genossenschaft is a cheaper option. Is that right?
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What is the best way to rent from a “German” not an agency so it is cheaper “for insiders”? Because on sites “in English” with English contracts 40m2 single room apartments can cost between 1500-1800€ which is a bit much Are local ads like ebay and Facebook marketplace the best option?
I also heard that something called Genossenschaft is a cheaper option. Is that right?
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2023.06.08 10:19 mvdinternation Why So Many Corporate Are Hiring Private Corporate Investigation Services?
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2023.06.08 10:19 youarethejourney Is there a non-gruesome, non-agonizing way to do this? / Can assisted death be accessed if you are chronically depressed?
I'm going through a difficult breakup.
But not just a difficult breakup, I am going through a difficult life. Even my birth was wrong. My family dynamic was completely dysfunctional, and to this day, it still is. I couldn't connect well with anyone in my community growing up. I moved countries and have spent a lot of my time in this relationship, which has now sadly come to an end. It was the first time I was truly able to appreciate myself and have a vision for my life. He supported me and stood by it. But then everything started to fall apart again. He has an avoidant attachment style and I have an anxious attachment style. At one point, the relationship was very secure for both of us.
I thought I had cured my depression through healthy lifestyle choices, yoga, and spirituality, but I was wrong. He's leaving me and I have no one in my life I can share these thoughts with. Not a single person other than him. In 2 weeks, I'll be homeless. I have no money. I have no purpose. I can't see the future. I am fucked. He is going far away for an undetermined amount of time, yet wants to keep "in touch" with me periodically. The whole thing is gut-wrenching, and I'm becoming more bold with my actions.
Part of me never wants to be un-fucked. I think I'm really tired. Last night, I drove around in my car and contemplated driving off a cliff. I drove erratically and lost control of my vehicle once. It made me realize that I'm actually afraid of a painful death. So, in the end I resorted to screaming at my ex over the phone, blaming him for my lack of faith in people, and threatening to do it. Then later, I spent a lot of time screaming at the moon, asking the universe to show me a fucking sign. Just one fucking, clear-as-day sign for why I am here, would suffice to end my pain and confusion. But the moon is a coward. And the universe, no matter how magical it is, is also a fucking coward. If god exists, he too is a coward for creating this experiment and leaving us here without any real answers as to what our purpose is, where we came from, or why we should live.
After I screamed at the moon, I came home and my ex-partner spooned me, which made life feel okay for a minute. But then today, I told him crazily, that I'm going to kill myself as soon as the lease ends 2 weeks from now. I did this while screaming like a terrible person. It seems that there's a lot of hurt and anger built up inside of me, and I'm angry at him for giving up on me and leaving me to die.
I don't know how to describe how I feel, other than, I am sad that I didn't do more while I was here on Earth. But at the same time, I'm content with the experiences that I did have. I experienced a great love. I experienced the thrill of new places.
So please tell me, what are the most painless ways to die? Dehydration has been suggested a few times online as being relatively painless for hospice patients due to going unconscious and having pain meds on hand, but I am not a hospice patient. So far, dehydration seems like the least gruesome option and one that I would have the most control over. It is fast enough, but not so immediate like pulling the trigger.
If not this, I would choose long-term starvation and even find a cause to go on hunger-strike for until I die. But starvation takes a very long time to accomplish and if it's too much time to think, I may change my mind and sustain long-lasting organ damage, which I am not keen on living with for the rest of my life.
Firearms are the most fatal option, but I find it to be extremely gruesome and disturbing. Drowning is disturbing because you are aware that it's happening and will struggle and fight it. Hanging usually doesn't break the neck, therefore you could suffocate for minutes or hours in a gruesome struggle to breath. Helium and plastic bag seem to be painless, but the health consequences of inhaling noxious gas, should it be unsuccessful, freaks me out. Jumping off a cliff would be excruciating as all my bones break, and I may be alive at the very bottom of the fall... Driving my car off the side of the rail also freaks me out, because of the chance that I would survive.
In countries where euthanasia is permitted, can the euthanasia be granted cases of chronic depression or chronic suicidal thought? In my case, I've struggled with feeling this way since I was 6, and it has done nothing but cause my social relationships and self to suffer. If euthanasia can be granted for this reason, then do I have to be a permanent resident or citizen of that country to receive it, or can I pay for the procedure as a traveler? Are there any countries where I can do this? Any information appreciated.
Thanks.
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But not just a difficult breakup, I am going through a difficult life. Even my birth was wrong. My family dynamic was completely dysfunctional, and to this day, it still is. I couldn't connect well with anyone in my community growing up. I moved countries and have spent a lot of my time in this relationship, which has now sadly come to an end. It was the first time I was truly able to appreciate myself and have a vision for my life. He supported me and stood by it. But then everything started to fall apart again. He has an avoidant attachment style and I have an anxious attachment style. At one point, the relationship was very secure for both of us.
I thought I had cured my depression through healthy lifestyle choices, yoga, and spirituality, but I was wrong. He's leaving me and I have no one in my life I can share these thoughts with. Not a single person other than him. In 2 weeks, I'll be homeless. I have no money. I have no purpose. I can't see the future. I am fucked. He is going far away for an undetermined amount of time, yet wants to keep "in touch" with me periodically. The whole thing is gut-wrenching, and I'm becoming more bold with my actions.
Part of me never wants to be un-fucked. I think I'm really tired. Last night, I drove around in my car and contemplated driving off a cliff. I drove erratically and lost control of my vehicle once. It made me realize that I'm actually afraid of a painful death. So, in the end I resorted to screaming at my ex over the phone, blaming him for my lack of faith in people, and threatening to do it. Then later, I spent a lot of time screaming at the moon, asking the universe to show me a fucking sign. Just one fucking, clear-as-day sign for why I am here, would suffice to end my pain and confusion. But the moon is a coward. And the universe, no matter how magical it is, is also a fucking coward. If god exists, he too is a coward for creating this experiment and leaving us here without any real answers as to what our purpose is, where we came from, or why we should live.
After I screamed at the moon, I came home and my ex-partner spooned me, which made life feel okay for a minute. But then today, I told him crazily, that I'm going to kill myself as soon as the lease ends 2 weeks from now. I did this while screaming like a terrible person. It seems that there's a lot of hurt and anger built up inside of me, and I'm angry at him for giving up on me and leaving me to die.
I don't know how to describe how I feel, other than, I am sad that I didn't do more while I was here on Earth. But at the same time, I'm content with the experiences that I did have. I experienced a great love. I experienced the thrill of new places.
So please tell me, what are the most painless ways to die? Dehydration has been suggested a few times online as being relatively painless for hospice patients due to going unconscious and having pain meds on hand, but I am not a hospice patient. So far, dehydration seems like the least gruesome option and one that I would have the most control over. It is fast enough, but not so immediate like pulling the trigger.
If not this, I would choose long-term starvation and even find a cause to go on hunger-strike for until I die. But starvation takes a very long time to accomplish and if it's too much time to think, I may change my mind and sustain long-lasting organ damage, which I am not keen on living with for the rest of my life.
Firearms are the most fatal option, but I find it to be extremely gruesome and disturbing. Drowning is disturbing because you are aware that it's happening and will struggle and fight it. Hanging usually doesn't break the neck, therefore you could suffocate for minutes or hours in a gruesome struggle to breath. Helium and plastic bag seem to be painless, but the health consequences of inhaling noxious gas, should it be unsuccessful, freaks me out. Jumping off a cliff would be excruciating as all my bones break, and I may be alive at the very bottom of the fall... Driving my car off the side of the rail also freaks me out, because of the chance that I would survive.
In countries where euthanasia is permitted, can the euthanasia be granted cases of chronic depression or chronic suicidal thought? In my case, I've struggled with feeling this way since I was 6, and it has done nothing but cause my social relationships and self to suffer. If euthanasia can be granted for this reason, then do I have to be a permanent resident or citizen of that country to receive it, or can I pay for the procedure as a traveler? Are there any countries where I can do this? Any information appreciated.
Thanks.
2023.06.08 10:19 dante_logan99 Abyss Hell/Rant
Just here to rant, but can someone please tell me why the hell Abyss has become so difficult, where it seems like if u cant put out over 100k per hit you cant get 36 stars. The constant staggering the weird hitboxes which stop you from switching characters, no invulnerability in your ult anyone (been killed in my ult multiple times), being thrown in teh air randomly, starting teh floor to then be one shot with a 16k attack, abilities not working , smashing teh dam number keys to switch characters just randomly stop working. Like I have never had this much trouble to clear abyss for over 2 years now. I even get constellations for my five stars who seem to do absolutely nothing now.
Honestly it has killed the fun of this game for me, even tried 10 diff teams with all teh same results, and dont get me started about teh wasted animations when a boss fight starts, 10 seconds mihoyo really 10 seconds of my floor wasted just for an animation; how teh hell does that make any sense.
Anyways I just here to rant a little and in any case itll teh have teh whale genshin white knights to come to mihoyos rescue here. Take care people and remember your mentals are more important sometimes than 50 primos
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Honestly it has killed the fun of this game for me, even tried 10 diff teams with all teh same results, and dont get me started about teh wasted animations when a boss fight starts, 10 seconds mihoyo really 10 seconds of my floor wasted just for an animation; how teh hell does that make any sense.
Anyways I just here to rant a little and in any case itll teh have teh whale genshin white knights to come to mihoyos rescue here. Take care people and remember your mentals are more important sometimes than 50 primos
2023.06.08 10:19 radio_allah What are we doing when we datamine?
So datamining is something that we all do in Cyberpunk, but sometimes when I get the option to datamine a friendly area, I'm a bit confused if I should really do it RP-wise. So it brings the question: What exactly are we doing when we mine data?
I get that it gives you resources and quickhack components, but why? I have a few questions:
(1) How it earns money: Are we intercepting packets of electronic money transfers? Are we selling sensitive info? Are we actually datamining in the 21st century sense of the word - analysing patterns and data to find out useful information, which we then sell?
(2) What are access points: Access points come in several major categories, but why those places?
(a) Wall panels - seems like control consoles for building maintenance. Looks the most legit. But what are we pulling from it?
(b) Computers - Holds info. Makes sense. Might mean we're selling info?
(c) Antennae - The rooftop ones. Are we intercepting wireless transfers and packets of data?
(d) Vending machines - Why? Are we pulling revenue from the vending machines? Do we just use it as a port to access the building's network? Why only certain vending machines are hackable?
(e) Random blocks in warehouses or docks - Maybe shipping manifests? Info on cargo?
(3) How does it grant components? Ok this might be more nitpicky than the rest, but just wondering how it grants physical components out of thin air. Probably just a game thing.
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I get that it gives you resources and quickhack components, but why? I have a few questions:
(1) How it earns money: Are we intercepting packets of electronic money transfers? Are we selling sensitive info? Are we actually datamining in the 21st century sense of the word - analysing patterns and data to find out useful information, which we then sell?
(2) What are access points: Access points come in several major categories, but why those places?
(a) Wall panels - seems like control consoles for building maintenance. Looks the most legit. But what are we pulling from it?
(b) Computers - Holds info. Makes sense. Might mean we're selling info?
(c) Antennae - The rooftop ones. Are we intercepting wireless transfers and packets of data?
(d) Vending machines - Why? Are we pulling revenue from the vending machines? Do we just use it as a port to access the building's network? Why only certain vending machines are hackable?
(e) Random blocks in warehouses or docks - Maybe shipping manifests? Info on cargo?
(3) How does it grant components? Ok this might be more nitpicky than the rest, but just wondering how it grants physical components out of thin air. Probably just a game thing.
2023.06.08 10:19 Spectral42 There is something wrong with the newspaper in my town. I think I’m going crazy.
Before I dive into everything that has happened over the last couple of weeks I want to get a couple of things out of the way. I moved to this town four months ago because of a job offer: I was supposed to start working with a construction company. Second, I am not going to give you my last name. But I will tell you my first name, it's Tom. I am telling you all this, just in case. Ya know?
Anyway, I moved here four months ago. At first, the job offer seemed too good to be true. I was promised an apartment, full benefits, and grocery delivery twice a month. I was told the town was small, and honestly, it is! I am not used to living in a place like this. I mean, I saw the stars for the first time in my life the day I got to my new apartment.
The apartment itself is nice, I have two bedrooms and a good-sized bathroom. I have no complaints about any of the accommodations. Two weeks into moving here I was told that I would be starting at the end of the month. My boss told me that rent would be covered and gave me a list of things I needed for my first day.
As the end of the month came around I decided to go out and buy a new pair of work boots. I figured this would give me a good chance to get a look around town and maybe meet some people. I was mostly right.
The store was only a couple of blocks from my apartment building so instead of taking my truck I decided to walk. The town is cozy, ya know? Like everyone seems normal. Everything felt like it came out of a classic American novel though. So anyway, I went and got my boots and on the way home I decided to stop at a store and pick up the local newspaper.
When I got home and sat on my couch to crack open the newspaper, I could tell something was off right away. The story on the front page read “New Mayor Elected” and right below that, “Strange Lights in the Sky.” By itself, those two things would not raise red flags, but the pictures looked off. It’s hard for me to put into words but the photo of the new mayor looked both old and new. I scanned the page for a date and couldn’t find one. I figured that maybe something went wrong with the printing or something. After I gave the front page a good read I put the paper down and went to bed.
For two days I stayed home to make sure I was well rested. At this point, I had not purchased a tv yet and decided to jump on the opportunity and read more. On my way to pick up new boots, I noticed the town library and thought why not? I could get a couple of books and a new paper. The library itself is beautiful. The wood looks well maintained and the giant stone lions on either side of the staircase were extremely cool to look at the first time I saw them.
Heading into this library was just like walking into any other library. I don’t know what I was expecting. The outside was cool so I thought the inside would be more done up. As I walked through the aisle and scanned the books I could feel the hairs on my arms stand up. It was a weird feeling, something I had not experienced before this: It was almost like I was scared for no reason. As I pulled a book off of the shelf and read the cover I was extremely puzzled, for reference I was standing in the history section. The book read, “To Mars and Back. How America pioneered space travel.” It sounded more like a science fiction book to me, and there were a lot of other books like this. “They live among us, humanity's first contact with God.” or “The secret history of the Roman empire.” As I went through and examined more books I started to notice little scratches on the bookcase. They looked like tally marks. I followed them down the shelf until I found some writing. “Turn back” and “Go home” were scribbled on the shelf. I quickly stood up and clenched the book I was holding.
As I turned around I took one last look at the book in my hands before heading off to speak with a librarian. As I approached the counter I swear to god the woman behind the counter took my breath away. She was so beautiful, but it didn’t seem natural. I could feel the hairs on the back of my head stand up as I got closer to the desk. I decided to put the book down and leave. There was something inside of me, screaming at me to not speak to the woman. As I headed out of the building and walked down the staircase I noticed my hands were shaking. I was confused because technically, nothing happened.
I never bought a paper that day. Instead, I went home and went to sleep. Technically it was midafternoon, I had no idea why I was tired in the first place.
When I woke up the next day and went to check the mail, I found a rolled-up newspaper at my front door. I shit you not I have been getting a newspaper every day since that day. At first, I was interested in reading them, but the more I read the more I didn’t want to read. At the end of the month, I was waiting for a call from my boss, but the call never came. I tried to call him but his phone was disconnected.
As the next month rolled around I kept getting the newspapers. I stopped receiving normal mail, and I stopped wanting to live in this damn apartment. Two weeks into the new month I decided to call it quits and move back. I was not getting this job and my time here had been nothing but uncomfortable. So I packed my bags and stormed outside to climb into my truck. I was planning on leaving that day however, my tiers had been slashed.
I did what anyone would do, right? I called the damn police. They came promptly and once again I was met with the same feelings as when I saw the librarian. These men did not look real. Every inch of their faces looked…fake. I mean yes they were people but there was not a hair out of place. They were perfectly symmetrical in every way. The whole time I was filling out the police report my hands were shaking. My body was so tense I thought I was going to fall over on the spot. Once the situation was handled I ran back to my apartment. I was skipping steps as I went back upstairs. I felt like I could not get upstairs fast enough.
A couple of hours later I heard pounding at my door. I can’t stress this enough, the pounding scared the shit out of me. “WHO IS IT?!” I screamed. “Please! I need help!” A woman called back to me. I went to my front door, I wish I could tell you I did not hesitate but I did. I eventually opened the door for the women. She was an absolute mess, her makeup was running down her face and she was wearing pajamas. It will sound fucked up but I was so happy to see this woman, her crying gave me comfort. She did not look like the others, she looked real and natural. I asked her what happened and she told me her daughter had gone missing. I asked her if she called the police and she told me no. She said she wouldn’t, she told me her daughter wouldn't go to them either. I asked her what her daughter's name is, she told me her name is Zoey. We talked for what felt like hours before I told her I would keep my eyes open. She thanked me and went back to her apartment in tears. As I closed and locked my door I went to the pile of newspapers and opened the most recent one. I wanted to see if there was any mention of Zoey in the paper. The front page read, “Local man found dead outside of his home. No suspects.” below that there was another heading, “Local girl missing.” I checked for a name but it wasn’t Zoey. They are the same age though. As I scanned the paper I heard a scream come from down the hallway. I stood up quickly and rushed to my door, this time without hesitation I ripped it open and looked down the hallway. And that’s where I saw…it. One of the cops except it wasn’t a man. He had tight skin, he almost looked like a walking skeleton. His eyes were bulging out of his head, and his arms were larger. “Sir…” The thing said to me. I quickly turned and slammed the door shut. I locked all four locks and put the kitchen table up against the door. I haven’t left this apartment since. I did call my ex, she said she would come and get me but I don’t know how long I will be waiting. If this is fear, I have had enough. I can’t sleep and I am too scared to eat. It feels like my heart might explode like my whole perception of reality has changed.
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Anyway, I moved here four months ago. At first, the job offer seemed too good to be true. I was promised an apartment, full benefits, and grocery delivery twice a month. I was told the town was small, and honestly, it is! I am not used to living in a place like this. I mean, I saw the stars for the first time in my life the day I got to my new apartment.
The apartment itself is nice, I have two bedrooms and a good-sized bathroom. I have no complaints about any of the accommodations. Two weeks into moving here I was told that I would be starting at the end of the month. My boss told me that rent would be covered and gave me a list of things I needed for my first day.
As the end of the month came around I decided to go out and buy a new pair of work boots. I figured this would give me a good chance to get a look around town and maybe meet some people. I was mostly right.
The store was only a couple of blocks from my apartment building so instead of taking my truck I decided to walk. The town is cozy, ya know? Like everyone seems normal. Everything felt like it came out of a classic American novel though. So anyway, I went and got my boots and on the way home I decided to stop at a store and pick up the local newspaper.
When I got home and sat on my couch to crack open the newspaper, I could tell something was off right away. The story on the front page read “New Mayor Elected” and right below that, “Strange Lights in the Sky.” By itself, those two things would not raise red flags, but the pictures looked off. It’s hard for me to put into words but the photo of the new mayor looked both old and new. I scanned the page for a date and couldn’t find one. I figured that maybe something went wrong with the printing or something. After I gave the front page a good read I put the paper down and went to bed.
For two days I stayed home to make sure I was well rested. At this point, I had not purchased a tv yet and decided to jump on the opportunity and read more. On my way to pick up new boots, I noticed the town library and thought why not? I could get a couple of books and a new paper. The library itself is beautiful. The wood looks well maintained and the giant stone lions on either side of the staircase were extremely cool to look at the first time I saw them.
Heading into this library was just like walking into any other library. I don’t know what I was expecting. The outside was cool so I thought the inside would be more done up. As I walked through the aisle and scanned the books I could feel the hairs on my arms stand up. It was a weird feeling, something I had not experienced before this: It was almost like I was scared for no reason. As I pulled a book off of the shelf and read the cover I was extremely puzzled, for reference I was standing in the history section. The book read, “To Mars and Back. How America pioneered space travel.” It sounded more like a science fiction book to me, and there were a lot of other books like this. “They live among us, humanity's first contact with God.” or “The secret history of the Roman empire.” As I went through and examined more books I started to notice little scratches on the bookcase. They looked like tally marks. I followed them down the shelf until I found some writing. “Turn back” and “Go home” were scribbled on the shelf. I quickly stood up and clenched the book I was holding.
As I turned around I took one last look at the book in my hands before heading off to speak with a librarian. As I approached the counter I swear to god the woman behind the counter took my breath away. She was so beautiful, but it didn’t seem natural. I could feel the hairs on the back of my head stand up as I got closer to the desk. I decided to put the book down and leave. There was something inside of me, screaming at me to not speak to the woman. As I headed out of the building and walked down the staircase I noticed my hands were shaking. I was confused because technically, nothing happened.
I never bought a paper that day. Instead, I went home and went to sleep. Technically it was midafternoon, I had no idea why I was tired in the first place.
When I woke up the next day and went to check the mail, I found a rolled-up newspaper at my front door. I shit you not I have been getting a newspaper every day since that day. At first, I was interested in reading them, but the more I read the more I didn’t want to read. At the end of the month, I was waiting for a call from my boss, but the call never came. I tried to call him but his phone was disconnected.
As the next month rolled around I kept getting the newspapers. I stopped receiving normal mail, and I stopped wanting to live in this damn apartment. Two weeks into the new month I decided to call it quits and move back. I was not getting this job and my time here had been nothing but uncomfortable. So I packed my bags and stormed outside to climb into my truck. I was planning on leaving that day however, my tiers had been slashed.
I did what anyone would do, right? I called the damn police. They came promptly and once again I was met with the same feelings as when I saw the librarian. These men did not look real. Every inch of their faces looked…fake. I mean yes they were people but there was not a hair out of place. They were perfectly symmetrical in every way. The whole time I was filling out the police report my hands were shaking. My body was so tense I thought I was going to fall over on the spot. Once the situation was handled I ran back to my apartment. I was skipping steps as I went back upstairs. I felt like I could not get upstairs fast enough.
A couple of hours later I heard pounding at my door. I can’t stress this enough, the pounding scared the shit out of me. “WHO IS IT?!” I screamed. “Please! I need help!” A woman called back to me. I went to my front door, I wish I could tell you I did not hesitate but I did. I eventually opened the door for the women. She was an absolute mess, her makeup was running down her face and she was wearing pajamas. It will sound fucked up but I was so happy to see this woman, her crying gave me comfort. She did not look like the others, she looked real and natural. I asked her what happened and she told me her daughter had gone missing. I asked her if she called the police and she told me no. She said she wouldn’t, she told me her daughter wouldn't go to them either. I asked her what her daughter's name is, she told me her name is Zoey. We talked for what felt like hours before I told her I would keep my eyes open. She thanked me and went back to her apartment in tears. As I closed and locked my door I went to the pile of newspapers and opened the most recent one. I wanted to see if there was any mention of Zoey in the paper. The front page read, “Local man found dead outside of his home. No suspects.” below that there was another heading, “Local girl missing.” I checked for a name but it wasn’t Zoey. They are the same age though. As I scanned the paper I heard a scream come from down the hallway. I stood up quickly and rushed to my door, this time without hesitation I ripped it open and looked down the hallway. And that’s where I saw…it. One of the cops except it wasn’t a man. He had tight skin, he almost looked like a walking skeleton. His eyes were bulging out of his head, and his arms were larger. “Sir…” The thing said to me. I quickly turned and slammed the door shut. I locked all four locks and put the kitchen table up against the door. I haven’t left this apartment since. I did call my ex, she said she would come and get me but I don’t know how long I will be waiting. If this is fear, I have had enough. I can’t sleep and I am too scared to eat. It feels like my heart might explode like my whole perception of reality has changed.
2023.06.08 10:18 emmaisabitch i just want to be loved
somebody came back into my life a few days ago. he promised to never leave me again, that i’m all he wants. talked about the future with me. today we had plans for 2pm. he wasn’t answering his phone, i figured he overslept. before i know it it’s 10pm and he hasn’t answered me. i realize he’s about to ghost me so i send him a message asking why he would do this to me. why he would promise that this time would be different. less than 24 hours he was whispering in my ear that i’m his everything and he’ll never leave me again. after i sent the message he blocked me. i’m in so much pain. all i want in this shitty fucking life is to be loved. i relapsed in SH a few hours ago. i wish i wasn’t too much of a pussy to kill myself. i have nothing going for me. i’m twenty years old and can’t have a job because of how bad my panic attacks are. i dropped out of college because it was making me suicidal again. anything i want to do with my future i need schooling for. i can’t do school. i can’t do anything. nobody listens to me when i say how much pain i’m in. i wish i didn’t have a cat or a mom who cared about me because then i would just end it. i don’t want to live this life anymore. my antidepressants have made me fat. i used to be anorexic and horribly skinny. i loved the look of it. now i’m in a body that’s almost 200 pounds at 5’4. i don’t recognize myself in the mirror. i just want to be loved. that boy made me feel loved. and then he took it from me. i don’t understand why someone would want to hurt me like that. why would you make a promise you knew you weren’t going to keep? what’s so wrong with me for him to leave me? why does everyone leave me?
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2023.06.08 10:17 PocketFMofficial Cathy betrayed Alex, but will she come back after knowing the truth that Alex is Millionaire? How will Alex heal his heart?
 | submitted by PocketFMofficial to u/PocketFMofficial [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/b0hdg0g72r4b1.png?width=764&format=png&auto=webp&s=01edc76d82e3fac73fec90874bed55003526c60d https://preview.redd.it/giq2idpd3r4b1.png?width=1280&format=png&auto=webp&s=04d4577af13a07dcc5659931fa9ba9410c03a6af Chapter 1 "Hello. Heavenly Lion Convenience," Alex Ambrose answered the store phone. "I need a box of condoms and two packs of tissues delivered to room 1302 of the Sheraton South River Hotel. Hurry!" The caller hung up. Alex shook his head. People never seemed to be prepared. He packed the required items, put on a raincoat, and rode his electric bike toward the Sheraton Hotel on the southern side of the river. It was nine o’clock in the evening and raining heavily, and his pants and shoes were soon wet and filthy. Luckily, the merchandise was still dry, but he didn't dare delay any longer, so he hurried toward the hotel. When he arrived at room 1302, he knocked on the door, and it was opened quickly. "Hello, here’s your—" Alex was stunned into silence. The woman in front of him was none other than his girlfriend, Cathy! She was dressed in a white robe, with her long, dark, wet hair draped over her shoulders. The scents of shower gel and shampoo assaulted his nose. "Cathy? What are you doing here?" He stared at her in disbelief, still feeling dazed. "What are you doing here?" Cathy asked. Her heart skipped a beat, and she took a small step back into the room. Her mind went blank and then started to spin. "What's wrong?" Another guy walked up to the door, wearing a robe and slippers, and Alex immediately recognized him. "You! You dare to touch my girl?" Alex couldn't suppress the anger welling up inside him, and he started moving toward Billy, determined to teach him a lesson. "Stop!" Cathy stepped in front of Alex. After a brief burst of panic, she had managed to get back a bit of control. Since her boyfriend had already discovered her betrayal, there was no point in trying to hide it now. She looked directly at him. "Alex, we need to break up." "Break up?" Alex was stunned. He stared at Cathy with wide eyes. "Cathy, we've been together for more than a year. Are you going to break up with me now?" "Yes. We need to go our separate ways." She kept steady eye contact with him and spoke with a strong sense of resentment. "Are you surprised? You have no money, Alex. You can only barely afford the cheapest essentials. We never have anything nice. As long as I’m with you, people will always be laughing at me, and that just isn't the life I want. I’m too good to be living in poverty like this. I was too naive when I was in my freshman year, and I let myself get tricked into being with a loser like you!" She hugged Billy's arm and said to Alex, "Billy is my boyfriend now. From now on, I want nothing to do with you. Don't bother me again!" "Well, seems like you’re just her good-for-nothing ex now!" Billy looked at Alex with a provocative smirk. Alex, standing there in a raincoat and with mud stains on his pants and shoes, felt like Cathy was right. He was a complete loser. Billy took the plastic bag from his hand and took out the box of condoms. He waved it at Alex and laughed as he said, "I’m staying in a nice hotel, having my girlfriend’s ex bring me condoms. And you’re single. Sure was good of you to help me out." "Why are you still here?" Cathy scolded Alex. "Nah, it's good that he didn't piss off. Maybe you want to see me beat him down, huh, Cathy? Gotta give a lady what she wants," Billy sneered. Alex felt utterly defeated. He slowly turned around and walked out of the room. "Bro, you're not even taking the money? Heh, nice. I get a girlfriend and a gift." Billy felt great watching Alex's slumped, dejected posture as he closed the door behind him. When Alex left the hotel, it was raining even harder than before. He took off his raincoat, allowing the cold rain to drench his entire body and help clear his head. Cathy had discarded him because she believed he had no money. Losing such a materialistic woman should be something to rejoice over, so why should he be sad? [Buzz buzz!] His phone vibrated in his pocket. Alex took it out and glanced at it, but when he saw the number, he stopped walking. His entire body was shaking as he read the text. [After a review, the Ambrose family has decided that their son, Alexander, has met the conditions required for entitlement to his inheritance. From today onward, control of his property will be returned to him.] The bean-sized raindrops plopped onto the screen, causing the text message to gradually become blurry. Alex's mind began to spin. If not for this message, Alex would have almost forgotten his identity as a super-rich kid. Over the last seven years, his family had been assessing him, withholding his fortune until they were satisfied he met their draconian conditions. And now, finally, it was over. Everything that rightfully belonged to him was finally his to claim. ** Alex woke up early the next morning and drove to the city. In a great mood, he got out of his car and went straight to Metro Sky Bank, right in the heart of the wealthiest part of the central business district of New York. Various luxury cars were parked around the bank. The people walking in and out of the surrounding plaza were all rich; it was obvious from their clothing and demeanour. Alex strode to the door of the bank and pushed it open. "Ouch!" The main door could be opened both inward and outward, and Alex had been a bit careless when he pushed it open from outside. As a result, the door had bumped into a long-haired young woman who had been heading out of the building. He quickly apologized, "Sorry. I didn't see you." "What do you mean, you didn’t see me? What am I, invisible?" She held a hand to her forehead and glared at him. The bank’s assistant manager, Karen Young, had noticed the incident and hurried over. She checked on the woman first, and then looked at Alex in disapproval. When her gaze swept over him, a trace of suspicion appeared on her face. Metro Sky Bank was different from most banks, as the clientele were almost exclusively high-end businesspeople. Karen knew the young woman was there with her father, but she didn't know why Alex was there. Judging from his appearance and age, he wasn't their usual type of customer. "Sir, can I be of assistance?" she asked with a polite but forced smile. Alex simply said, "I’m here to withdraw money." "Withdraw money?" the sullen woman asked, sneering at him. "Do you have a card?" Karen asked, continuing to smile politely. Getting a Metro Sky Bankcard was not easy. A million dollars of savings was the minimum requirement to qualify. Karen felt certain that the man in front of her couldn't have much experience with the bank and wouldn't know their rules. Perhaps he had thought that other banks' cards could also be used here. "No," Alex replied, shaking his head. The woman he had accidentally hit with the door couldn't help but giggle when she heard his honest reply. He wasn't worth any more of her attention. "Let’s go." Her father had walked up, still arranging the documents he was carrying. "My dad and I are leaving." The woman shook Karen's hand, and then looked over at Alex. "Ms Young, having someone like this around could damage your bank's image and upset your customers. I hope this will not happen again." With that, she took her father’s arm and opened the door. "Take care, Mr Scott." Karen followed them out a few steps, watching as they got into a car and left. Turning around, she headed back inside, having made up her mind to encourage Alex to leave as soon as possible. There was no one standing where Alex had been. Oh! Where’s he gone? she wondered. Was it possible that the kid had been embarrassed and had quietly slipped away? She felt relieved at the thought. Then, just as she was about to go back to work, she caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of her eye. There’s the brat! No wonder I didn’t see him at first, she thought. He had already reached the entrance to the VIP lounge, and a pillar had blocked her view of him. The VIP room was only for high-status customers who were worth at least thirty million dollars, and this young man had admitted that he didn’t even have a card. If she let him get through, she would be in trouble with her boss. "Stop! Don't move!" Karen yelled, feeling desperate. The other customers all looked around at her, obviously annoyed by her shouting. She could only smile apologetically as she walked quickly toward Alex. But he had already walked through the lounge, opened the door to the VIP room, and stepped inside. https://preview.redd.it/bgp24qcv3r4b1.png?width=764&format=png&auto=webp&s=e9c3c1ed5397d6b4d312662e698e5847873b36ab Chapter 2 Does he have no shame? Karen hurried after Alex with a look of chagrin on her face. She tried to open the door to the VIP room, but it had been locked from the inside. ** "Hello?" Inside the VIP room, Robert Miller, the bank manager, was leaning against the sofa, looking at his phone. When the door suddenly opened, he quickly sat down and hid his phone away. Normally, when a VIP was coming in, Karen would notify him in advance. As the customer manager, he was responsible for thirty-one VIPs, and he knew them like the back of his hand. He immediately began to launch into his normal professional greeting, hoping to undo the poor impression he’d made by slouching against the sofa, but when he saw Alex, his expression froze. He was certain that Alex was not one of his VIPs, nor was he a relative of one. "May I ask who you are?" Robert asked, looking at the young man, who appeared to be around twenty years old. Robert had no idea who he was. Alex got straight to the point. "I'm here to get my money." "You have one of our cards?" Robert asked, suspicious of Alex's calm expression. "No," Alex admitted frankly. Robert was relieved to seemingly be proven right, but even more confused. Access to the VIP room required a minimum worth of three million dollars, but this man didn't have any money. Why was he so composed? "I'm sorry, sir. We can't give out money without a card. Do you require anything else?" He's crazy, Robert thought. Why on earth did Karen let him in? I’ll have to speak to her about this at Monday’s meeting. "You have fingerprint recognition here, right?" Alex suddenly asked. The fingerprint ID system at the bank was for the wealthiest families and businesses to use. Only a few people had their fingerprints recorded in the system, at least in the New York branch, and no one had used it to access their holdings yet. "You want to use it?" Robert could no longer bring himself to call Alex "sir." "Yes." Alex nodded. Robert was feeling more confused by the second. Why would someone who wasn't even a customer request to use a fingerprint ID? To be honest, even though he was curious, Robert felt that it was barely worth humouring the request. But after considering for a few seconds, he finally decided to let Alex make the attempt rather than risk making him angry. He opened the safe and brought out the fingerprint identification device, which he had never used before. "Place your thumb here." Robert indicated the verification area to Alex, who placed his thumb on the sensor. [Beep!] The device lit up with a glaring red light, and the LCD screen displayed the words [Fingerprint not recorded]. Immediately, Robert’s expression turned hostile, and he glared at Alex. He picked up his phone, ready to call the police. "Wait, wait!" Alex said quickly. "Maybe that was the wrong print. I'll try using my index finger this time." Robert smiled coldly. "What’s your plan here? Your thumb doesn’t work, so you’ll try your index finger. Then, if your index finger doesn’t work, you’ll try your middle finger. When you run out of fingers, will you try using your toes?" But Alex had already pressed his index finger on the verification area. Robert resolved that if the man’s fingerprints weren’t accepted this time, he would immediately call the police and have him arrested. [Beep!] A green light appeared on the device and new details flashed up on the LCD screen: [Verification successful. Family account: 01. Verifier: Alexander Ambrose. Account: 01104.] Robert gaped at Alex in disbelief for a moment, and then hurriedly squeezed out a smile. "Mr Ambrose, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I'm Robert Miller, the customer manager for the New York branch. Please allow me to assist you." "It's fine," Alex said lightly and stood up. "Can I see how much money I have left in my account?" "Please wait a moment." Robert sat in front of the computer and typed away for a while. On his instructions, Alex provided a few more fingerprint scans as authorization. "It's done, Mr Ambrose." Robert clicked the "OK" button on the screen, and Alex's account appeared. Robert pointed to the computer screen and said, "Mr Ambrose, the balance of your account is currently eighty-six million dollars." Robert couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. This young man had an enormous fortune. It placed him in the topflight of the one per cent. Most people would never be able to even dream of that much money. Alex felt strange as he stared at the numbers on the screen. He reminded himself that he needed to get used to his status as a rich kid as soon as possible. "Oh, and you have other assets as well. Let me show you now." Robert clicked through to check several pages in a row. Finally, he clicked the "OK" button again. The computer brought up a 4 x 4 grid of display screens. "This surveillance screen displays all the physical assets that you hold elsewhere," Robert explained. He clicked on the upper left corner of the screen and brought up the feed from the bank's branch at The Hague, which revealed a sports car. In the lower right corner, it said, [Ferrari Pagani Huayra]. Robert opened up other screens for Alex, one after another. The Hawaii branch displayed a Dominica blue pearl bracelet and four stacks of gold bars. The feed from the French branch in Nice revealed three original Picasso paintings and two Rodin statues. And the Cape Town branch had fifteen 10-carat diamonds, ten pieces of ivory, and another couple of stacks of gold bars. Robert's eyes almost popped out as he looked at Alex's assets. He had never seen anyone so rich. Maybe not even one-tenth as rich. "All right, I’d like a card," Alex said before Robert could collect his thoughts. "Yes, I will see to it right away. Please wait a moment." Robert immediately started to make the necessary arrangements. Within ten minutes, a Supreme Card was produced. Robert looked at the Supreme Card and thought about Alex's assets. This card wasn’t good enough for Alex’s status, but it was the highest grade of card they were authorized to issue at the New York branch. Robert presented handed the card over. "Mr Ambrose, your card." "Thank you." Alex took the card, stood up, and went to walk out of the room. "Mr Ambrose, please wait." Robert didn't dare to appear to be neglecting such an important customer. He should see him out personally, but the asset checking system on his computer had not been turned off yet, and the fingerprint verification machine, iris recognition apparatus, and other sensitive equipment had not been returned to the safe. The monitoring system in the VIP room was connected to the district manager’s office. Karen was anxiously waiting in the hall. What's been going on in there for so long? she wondered. Could that brat have murdered Mr Miller in the VIP room? The more she considered it, the more scared she became. She was on the verge of banging on the door and demanding a response when Alex walked confidently out of the room. "Stop!" Karen shouted. She walked quickly over toward him and grabbed at his coat. "You can't leave. You broke into the VIP room. Once we confirm that nothing is missing, I will call the police and have them hold you for questioning." "What are you talking about?" Alex asked. "Let go!" Karen grappled with him for a while, but she couldn't manage to search his pockets. What’s wrong with this woman? Alex thought. He wasn’t even arguing with her, but she was manhandling him. "What is this?" Karen spotted the Supreme Card that was peeking out of Alex's pocket. She quickly pulled it out and looked at him triumphantly, as if she had found evidence of his guilt. "Oh, you stole a card. This is a crime, and I have to call the police." It didn't even cross her mind that the card could belong to Alex. She imagined he had entered the VIP room, pretending to be there by mistake, and had then distracted Mr Miller with questions and stolen the card when the manager wasn't paying attention. "Let go!" Alex was sick of this woman. "Don’t you feel guilty about being a thief?" She was even more determined. With the two of them creating such a scene, other customers started to walk over toward them, intending to help Karen keep Alex from getting away. Just then, Robert, who had finished tidying up, strode out of the VIP room. Having seen Alex's assets, Robert now knew he was the most important customer the New York branch of the bank had ever had. He had also noticed that the system listed Alex's was listed as just one of multiple accounts attached to a family group, labelled 01. If that single account was so lucrative, then what about the rest of the family? It was rare to meet such important people, so Robert knew he had to be careful to curry favour with Alex. If they got along well, it would be a tremendous success for Robert, and the potential benefits were huge. So, when saw Karen struggling with Alex, he was enraged. Karen's expression was hostile, and Alex was becoming very angry. Karen was an idiot who was playing with fire, and she might drag Robert himself down with her. Of all the bank’s many, many customers, why did she need to pick this one to try and remove? A simple flick of Alex’s finger could be enough to end both their careers. https://preview.redd.it/ibiq0o324r4b1.png?width=764&format=png&auto=webp&s=1a99b27610b71dd123f69c6780b81a8f489cd0a4 Chapter 3 "Stop!" Robert dashed between Alex and Karen. Before Alex could speak, Karen waved the Supreme Card in the air. Her eyes flashed with triumph as she said to Robert, "Mr Miller, look! He stole a card from the VIP room!" She smiled at him, her expression a little smug. Surely, Mr Miller would be happy with her for preventing theft. He had a lot of authority in the eastern district of Metro Sky Bank, and when he had arrived at headquarters, he had seemed impressed with her, so she was hoping for a promotion. Her imagination began to run away with her as she dreamed about her possible future. Mr Miller's face had always been a little glum, but as she watched, his expression grew darker and darker. Before she could figure out why, she was startled by his explosive roar, leaving her entire body trembling. "Let go of Mr Ambrose!" As he yelled, Mr Miller knocked the Supreme Card out of her hand, and she was so scared that she let go of Alex. Mr Miller pushed her aside and bent down to pick up the card. "Mr Ambrose, your card. I'm very sorry. I haven't trained Ms Young properly. I do apologize." Mr Miller's expression showed a mixture of respect, embarrassment, and unease, as the bank's customers looked on in amazement. Karen was stunned. Could the Supreme Card be his? she wondered. Her eyes widened. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make sense of it. If this man had a Supreme Card, then he had at least three million dollars, yet he appeared to only be around twenty years old. A poor, lower-class loser with that much money? No, it was just too unlikely. "It's not your fault, Mr Miller," Alex assured him, slipping the card back into his pocket. "Thank you, Mr Ambrose." Robert dipped his head and paused briefly before straightening up and shouting at Karen, "Why are you just standing there? Apologize to Mr Ambrose immediately!" How could Karen still not understand? Robert thought. The young man standing in front of them was seriously rich and needed to be treated with respect. Karen immediately bowed her head at Alex. "Mr Ambrose, I'm very sorry for my rude behaviour. I made a mistake, created a fuss over nothing, and put my hands on you. It was my fault, and I will reflect on my behaviour—" Alex ignored her and walked away. "Mr Ambrose," Robert called after him. "If you ever need anything, just give me a call, and I'll do my best to help." Robert was excited by this opportunity. It was rare to meet someone as important as Alex, so he shamelessly tried to charm him. "Okay, Robert." Alex smiled faintly. Robert had come to his defence, after all. The use of his first name made Robert feel quite emotional. The wealthiest customers called him by his first name, and now so did this poorly dressed young man, who displayed not even a hint of arrogance. Alex strode out of the bank and hailed a taxi to take him back to Preston University. ** As Alex entered the university building, he accidentally stepped into a puddle, splashing a lot of mud on his legs. He checked his watch then rushed toward the classroom, where Mr Morgan was already standing at the podium, lecturing. He spotted Alex out of the corner of his eye and a hint of disappointment flashed across his face. Feeling guilty, Alex lowered his head. Of all his teachers, Mr Morgan was his favourite. The other teachers tended to ignore Alex because he had no money, and some even openly mocked him. Only Mr Morgan treated him like any other student. Alex slipped quietly into the classroom, aware that all the students were staring at him, and he could hear them whispering. "He isn't usually late. Hell must have frozen over." "Look at his pants! They’re filthy. Doesn’t he have any clean clothes?" "Are you joking? It’s not like he’d have the money for new ones. It looks like he's just thrown on whatever he could find." Some of the boys continued to talk, and the girls in the front row covered their mouths with their hands as they joined in. Their eyes flashed with contempt when they looked at Alex. "Stop talking!" Mr Morgan said loudly. "And pay attention." Throughout the lecture, Alex noticed that Mr Morgan kept glancing at him, his eyes full of disapproval, as if Alex had failed to live up to his expectations. Eventually, the lecture was over. "Class dismissed." Mr Morgan packed up his textbooks and left. "Cathy." The voice came from the doorway. Everyone turned in the direction of the voice and saw Billy walking through the door and going straight to Cathy, who was sitting by the window. She stood and hugged him, both of them were in love Many of the students turned to stare at Alex. Everyone thought that he was Cathy's boyfriend, and they weren’t aware that she had broken up with him. Alex watched in disgust. He’d heard that Billy had taken at least five different girls to stay at that hotel. Cathy was just the latest in a long line, and Alex had no intention of fighting for her. Billy strutted past Alex with his arm around Cathy's shoulder. "Darling, wait a minute," Cathy said to Billy as she stopped in front of Alex and held out her phone. "Since we've broken up, I don’t want to owe you anything. Here's the phone you bought for me a few weeks ago. You can have it back." Alex glanced at the Samsung Galaxy phone and then took it. "Hah, you would have to work part-time for six months to afford one of these!" Cathy took a brand-new phone out of her pocket and showed it to Alex. "This is the latest iPhone, and it’s much better than your phone." "Of course, it's far too expensive for a loser like him." Billy raised his chin and looked at Alex. "Cathy told me that she kept asking for that phone for six months before you finally bought it for her. Do you think you can pick up a girl so far out of your league? You're just embarrassing yourself, so give up. And I'm warning you now: don't even think about her. If I find out you’ve gone anywhere near her, you'll regret it!" "Don't waste your breath talking to a loser like him. Can we go to De Luca’s for lunch?" Cathy had already dismissed Alex. "Call me baby," Billy said, smiling at her. "Baby, let's go." She flirted with him right in front of Alex. "Cathy!" A petite girl stood up, glaring at her. "You're taking it all too far. I never thought you'd break up with Alex, and I'm ashamed of you." "Emma, why do you care?" She scowled. When things had been going well with Alex, she’d been on good terms with Emma, who was a decent person. Sometimes, when Cathy had been fighting with Alex, she had asked Emma’s opinion about who was in the right. "You gave up Alex for someone like Billy?" Emma asked. "How could you treat Alex like this? When you were sick and couldn't even get out of bed, Alex sent you lunch and dinner every day for a month. And when you were walking in the mountains and twisted your ankle, he carried you on his back for miles down the mountain. Don’t you remember that? You know he doesn't make much money from his part-time jobs, but when you wanted a phone, he worked hard for months to save enough money to buy it for you. And this is how you repay him? By breaking up with him and ridiculing him?" Cathy scowled. "I never forced him to do anything. If he was stupid enough to go along with it, that's his problem! And so what if he bought me a cell phone? It was only a Samsung. And why would I want a Samsung when I can have an iPhone?" Emma shook her head. "Cathy, I don’t understand you. Do you only care about money? Will money get you everything you want?" "Yes!" Cathy barked out a laugh. She stared at Emma and said, "I admit that I like money. Is that so wrong?" She took Billy's arm and said, "Come on, baby, let's go. These two poor people disgust me." She glared at Alex and Emma and then swept out of the classroom with her head held high. https://preview.redd.it/frxe4na33r4b1.png?width=764&format=png&auto=webp&s=3d014c775a06fca57c3c49baecf79a44adee3800 |
2023.06.08 10:16 selesin_sune A Glimpse at Her through my eyes
 | [ A Glimpse at Her through my eyes — made by me using Procreate ] submitted by selesin_sune to TwoXIndia [link] [comments] I presume this is how it would feel like— when love feels like peace. I understand why so many people in love often think of their other halves as equivalent to the beauty of the moon. There is something utterly soothing and mystical about night and the moon illuminates it in the most gentle way possible. We often see darkness as something we need to run away from— because all it has is uncertainty and simple fear yet the moon illuminates the beauty of the very same darkness that many others shun. Same as what love does— we have the tendency to go to dark places within ourselves? Don't we? As humans— it just comes to us. Yet love, like the moon, illuminates all the good that there can be in a person. Ofcourse one can argue— that love also brings out the worst in a person— yes I would ask, if it brings out the worst— is it love? It cannot be love. There is a reason why humans are fallible creatures— we have the capacity to confuse what is good and what is bad. We also have the capacity to justify the bad in the name of good, in the name of the world, in name of countless other justifications and other fallible faulty reasoning. Yet if your love is true— like the lotus blooming in the mud. It will feel like strength. Your heart will bloom like a lotus and the world couldn't taint you if it tried. Yet if your love is true— like the morning dew delicately existing on the tip of leaves. It will feel angelic. The world will feel like home and every creature a being of light. Yet if your love is true— like the moon illuminating the dark night. It will feel like bliss. It will feel like looking at god. And when a person has seen something as angelic as that— when someone has come close to the bliss that one feels at feeling the presence of god— when someone has found strength to accept and rise above the very fallible nature a human is bestowed with— I wonder if any other kind of bitterness can ever touch such a person. Yet I do wonder— can humans feel things of such intensity? Because stories exist— of people who loved and the world remembered. And It makes me wonder how true any of it can be? It makes me wonder if all those were just fever dreams of people who wanted humans to be more? I wonder if as fallible as humans are— can we ascend despite that? This piece that I named A glimpse at her through my eyes is about a girl who felt it all— who saw it to the purest form anyone could see love at and I looked at her and saw what it felt like for and to her. What it felt like surrendering and what it felt like finding her gentle strength in the face of bleak hope. This piece is a story perhaps, or perhaps just wishful thinking. I cannot say— however, it must mean something? Shouldn't it? |
2023.06.08 10:15 Wrong_Raspberry_3202 Cracker Barrel
So I recently got a job a Cracker Barrel, I am a “disabled 24 year old” I love serving but do to my conditions I need the disability insurance which again is why I chose serving ( love cash tips) anyway today I worked a shift from 5 to 9 and made 85 dollars in tips which is basically 21 a hour, my last shift I made 110 in 5. Now here’s my question, has anyone been a server here before ( we are in are slow season because we are in college town like big college town and all the kids went home) and if anyone’s been a server how did you like it ( so far I like my job works with me and a lot of the other servers help each other which I love) and if you liked or didn’t like it what were your tips like just trying to get a eye ball on where my store stands. Thanks in advance
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2023.06.08 10:15 xceddyyyx Update sa credentials ni CRZCNTRL
 | Eto sagot ng coach nyo nung nag reply ako bakit pang pageant sagot niya eh simpleng credentials lang hinihingi ko. Nakaka stress ang sagot hayss. Tignan nyo kung kanino niya kinukumpara sarili niya. Kala ko narcissist lang yun pala nasa level na ng sociopath 'to submitted by xceddyyyx to RedditPHCyclingClub [link] [comments] |
2023.06.08 10:15 AnonymousCryptoHolic Questions from a crypto bro
I consider myself a believer in the future of cryptos and I want to hear out your thoughts on the whole thing.
I want to know why you believe what you believe so I wanted to ask, what makes you think that crypto is a scam/is dead or dying/anything else you may believe?
I'm genuinely here to find out whatever may be on your mind. And I'm not here to argue, I'll just listen unless you ask me to respond.
My goal is to critically undermine what I've been thinking and to see new perspectives that are outside of my rabbit hole.
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I want to know why you believe what you believe so I wanted to ask, what makes you think that crypto is a scam/is dead or dying/anything else you may believe?
I'm genuinely here to find out whatever may be on your mind. And I'm not here to argue, I'll just listen unless you ask me to respond.
My goal is to critically undermine what I've been thinking and to see new perspectives that are outside of my rabbit hole.
2023.06.08 10:14 wantedsnek_RIP How to get my limbs chopped off easily
Im a hiver and i have specialist scout legs and specialist skeleton arms,yet i cant epuip them because my limbs are all present,i got this race specifically because people said my legs get popped off like arms on a lego character,yet my legs got to -302 max! From then it just healed. I even got crippled,but my legs still didnt pop off like my plan was. My brother said to go fight the holy nation,but im afraid they will make me a slave. I have 40 attack,44 defense,32 toughness,62 athletics,and 34 katanas I have high grade plated leather drifters pants,and standard hiver leather vest,and some standard black rags on me,maybe if i unepuip my armor then i will get my limbs off? Im on day 39,with 41.526 cats,hence why i want to become a cyberhive member,i want to kill Catlon asap so i can rename the currency to beepcoin.
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2023.06.08 10:14 PekoPekoyamasSword I am enraged about my childhood
I feel like a scared child in the body of a teenager, I’m petrified of getting hurt again. For as long as I can remember I have had that awful feeling you get after something bad has happened, everything feels off. I’m scared of disappointing people, I’m scared of angering people, I’m scared of people, I don’t want to get hurt again but I don’t want to close myself off so it feels like I’m stuck in some sort of cruel limbo. I know I’m safer now, I know I’m not around my family (aside from my mum obviously but it’s better to just stay away from her) and people are apparently less harsh but the scared feeling is still there. I feel like if I were to meet child me I would just end up crying or at least having that feeling. I still feel that same racking distress I felt when I was a child, each and every memory of mine is shrouded by it. I’ve always felt like I deserve it, even if I didn’t directly say that it would always cross my mind to stop being a coward, you have no reason to cry as you deserve this. It hurts now and honestly I don’t know whether or not I should believe it because I know it’s a bad mindset to have but it feels like I’m just in denial when I say otherwise. I don’t know how to go about it. It hurts thinking about how even as a child I felt that, I should have been fucking enjoying things, I should have at least felt safe, I’m not saying that I deserved to be treated like royalty but at least to have the bare minimum of what a child should have. I’m devastated that that’s it, that’s my childhood. There is no way to change it, I can’t go back to make memories that I would look at now and smile about, I didn’t get to do things every other child seemed to do, I am furious that nothing can change what has happened. Sure, I’m on high alert incase something bad happens (which is useful but not nice if that makes sense) but it wasn’t worth sacrificing my fucking childhood. No matter how much I tried to please my peers nothing changed, I would always be up at night shaking terrified, having everyone be asleep while I’m the only person awake seemed to further emphasise the fact that if anything bad were to happen I would be alone in the situation, I always felt that but when that were the case it just brought more light to it. That felt worse combined with the overwhelming fear of seemingly nothing, I have no idea what specifically I was scared of, all I know as that I was scared. I hated when it was time to sleep, around most people I felt scared of going to sleep while they were awake incase they decided to harm me in my sleep, I would be completely defenceless and vulnerable. I was also scared of going to sleep while everyone else was asleep, I knew that with everyone asleep there would be no way for anyone to do anything if something bad happened. I know that I myself might not have been able to do much if anything if say someone broke in or a fire started or someone was having medical complications and wasn’t able to get help on their own but at least I would have been able to wake someone up or call for help from the police or something. I never really knew what to do, I would usually just fall asleep when my body would allow me regardless of me being terrified. I always felt scared and wanted to cry but would then feel guilty for being sensitive, I wasn’t fucking sensitive, what I felt was fucking reasonable for a child like that, everywhere I went there was hurt, there was a constant lingering judgement everywhere I went, I never felt safe and was constantly anticipating the worst if not mourning what has already happened. I don’t know where I heard the phrase ‘it’s a world of hurt’ but wherever I heard it it’s fucking true, no matter where you go, what you act like, what you look like, what you like or what you do you’ll always have someone willing to hurt you. Even as a fucking child people want to hurt you. It is sickening, not even as a child could I escape that vile treatment from people. I still feel like I’m there a lot, that’s what I mean when I say that I feel like a child trapped in a teenagers body, I still feel weak, I still feel petrified of getting hurt again, I still feel scared when I accidentally do something wrong or mess up on something, even the smallest mistakes pierce me with an overwhelming fear of being hated or punished, even if I do something like accidentally spilling a small amount of water I have that feeling where you want to cry, I feel so guilty over such stupid things and to be honest I can’t tell when things are reasonable to feel like this over, obviously things like what I’ve just mentioned about spilling water are obvious that it’s stupid to think that some sort of punishment other than a complaint or someone sighing will come from but other stuff is just no. It feels like everything I do warrants punishment. I envy people who don’t feel guilty for showing emotion, I feel so infuriatingly pathetic over this, I long to be comforted when I cry or feel terrified, I hate myself for it. I long for that comfort I never experienced as a child, I would always feel envious when I see people receiving help from others when they feel sad because I never experienced it myself, I’d always have the questions “why am I different”, “what did I do wrong”, “how come people are willing to help you”. I despise how petty it is but I still have that grating feeling about it. Even now I feel it, I feel deeply selfish and angry at myself for it
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2023.06.08 10:14 HuntressTXC How are you comfortable with being near spiders, touching them, picking them up, etc.?
Before saying anything, I would like to clarify I do not hurt spiders. I live with another person that typically relocates spiders to the outside if I find one.
I have such a massive fear of ANY bugs. Includes ladybugs and butterflies.
So I just kind of want to know the perspective of people who are okay with spiders being in their houses and such. I’m asking these questions to be better educated and to hopefully lessen my fear.
Are you not afraid of them biting at all? I understand it isn’t dangerous most of the time but it still makes me recoil thinking that I would let myself get close enough to one to even let that be a possibility.
Do you let them stay in your house and why?
Are you concerned with them laying eggs inside your house?
Thanks! I’m open to any other facts about spiders that might mitigate my fears. I’m very afraid of them despite their beauty.
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I have such a massive fear of ANY bugs. Includes ladybugs and butterflies.
So I just kind of want to know the perspective of people who are okay with spiders being in their houses and such. I’m asking these questions to be better educated and to hopefully lessen my fear.
Are you not afraid of them biting at all? I understand it isn’t dangerous most of the time but it still makes me recoil thinking that I would let myself get close enough to one to even let that be a possibility.
Do you let them stay in your house and why?
Are you concerned with them laying eggs inside your house?
Thanks! I’m open to any other facts about spiders that might mitigate my fears. I’m very afraid of them despite their beauty.
2023.06.08 10:13 PekoPekoyamasSword I am enraged about my childhood
I feel like a scared child in the body of a teenager, I’m petrified of getting hurt again. For as long as I can remember I have had that awful feeling you get after something bad has happened, everything feels off. I’m scared of disappointing people, I’m scared of angering people, I’m scared of people, I don’t want to get hurt again but I don’t want to close myself off so it feels like I’m stuck in some sort of cruel limbo. I know I’m safer now, I know I’m not around my family (aside from my mum obviously but it’s better to just stay away from her) and people are apparently less harsh but the scared feeling is still there. I feel like if I were to meet child me I would just end up crying or at least having that feeling. I still feel that same racking distress I felt when I was a child, each and every memory of mine is shrouded by it. I’ve always felt like I deserve it, even if I didn’t directly say that it would always cross my mind to stop being a coward, you have no reason to cry as you deserve this. It hurts now and honestly I don’t know whether or not I should believe it because I know it’s a bad mindset to have but it feels like I’m just in denial when I say otherwise. I don’t know how to go about it. It hurts thinking about how even as a child I felt that, I should have been fucking enjoying things, I should have at least felt safe, I’m not saying that I deserved to be treated like royalty but at least to have the bare minimum of what a child should have. I’m devastated that that’s it, that’s my childhood. There is no way to change it, I can’t go back to make memories that I would look at now and smile about, I didn’t get to do things every other child seemed to do, I am furious that nothing can change what has happened. Sure, I’m on high alert incase something bad happens (which is useful but not nice if that makes sense) but it wasn’t worth sacrificing my fucking childhood. No matter how much I tried to please my peers nothing changed, I would always be up at night shaking terrified, having everyone be asleep while I’m the only person awake seemed to further emphasise the fact that if anything bad were to happen I would be alone in the situation, I always felt that but when that were the case it just brought more light to it. That felt worse combined with the overwhelming fear of seemingly nothing, I have no idea what specifically I was scared of, all I know as that I was scared. I hated when it was time to sleep, around most people I felt scared of going to sleep while they were awake incase they decided to harm me in my sleep, I would be completely defenceless and vulnerable. I was also scared of going to sleep while everyone else was asleep, I knew that with everyone asleep there would be no way for anyone to do anything if something bad happened. I know that I myself might not have been able to do much if anything if say someone broke in or a fire started or someone was having medical complications and wasn’t able to get help on their own but at least I would have been able to wake someone up or call for help from the police or something. I never really knew what to do, I would usually just fall asleep when my body would allow me regardless of me being terrified. I always felt scared and wanted to cry but would then feel guilty for being sensitive, I wasn’t fucking sensitive, what I felt was fucking reasonable for a child like that, everywhere I went there was hurt, there was a constant lingering judgement everywhere I went, I never felt safe and was constantly anticipating the worst if not mourning what has already happened. I don’t know where I heard the phrase ‘it’s a world of hurt’ but wherever I heard it it’s fucking true, no matter where you go, what you act like, what you look like, what you like or what you do you’ll always have someone willing to hurt you. Even as a fucking child people want to hurt you. It is sickening, not even as a child could I escape that vile treatment from people. I still feel like I’m there a lot, that’s what I mean when I say that I feel like a child trapped in a teenagers body, I still feel weak, I still feel petrified of getting hurt again, I still feel scared when I accidentally do something wrong or mess up on something, even the smallest mistakes pierce me with an overwhelming fear of being hated or punished, even if I do something like accidentally spilling a small amount of water I have that feeling where you want to cry, I feel so guilty over such stupid things and to be honest I can’t tell when things are reasonable to feel like this over, obviously things like what I’ve just mentioned about spilling water are obvious that it’s stupid to think that some sort of punishment other than a complaint or someone sighing will come from but other stuff is just no. It feels like everything I do warrants punishment. I envy people who don’t feel guilty for showing emotion, I feel so infuriatingly pathetic over this, I long to be comforted when I cry or feel terrified, I hate myself for it. I long for that comfort I never experienced as a child, I would always feel envious when I see people receiving help from others when they feel sad because I never experienced it myself, I’d always have the questions “why am I different”, “what did I do wrong”, “how come people are willing to help you”. I despise how petty it is but I still have that grating feeling about it. Even now I feel it, I feel deeply selfish and angry at myself for it
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2023.06.08 10:13 slow_yellow1877 I just finished my exams and I'm lonely.
I just finished my exams and I don't feel "relieved" or "stress free" like I'm supposed to. It went well and all, but that doesn't matter. The anxiety is still lingering inside of me, and I have no one to share this with and no one to celebrate with. I just need to distract myself so I came here. Here's some questions to get us started:
Your current fav song?
What are your hobbies?
Whats your dream place to visit? Why?
Do you also struggle with anxiety? How do you cope with it?
Whats your fav movie franchise? (Harry Potter fan here 🙋♀️)
Whats a weird food combo do you actually enjoy? (I personally think vanilla ice cream and French fries are a power duo 🤤)
Tea or coffee?
Opinion on samosas? (Best food everrrr)
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Your current fav song?
What are your hobbies?
Whats your dream place to visit? Why?
Do you also struggle with anxiety? How do you cope with it?
Whats your fav movie franchise? (Harry Potter fan here 🙋♀️)
Whats a weird food combo do you actually enjoy? (I personally think vanilla ice cream and French fries are a power duo 🤤)
Tea or coffee?
Opinion on samosas? (Best food everrrr)
2023.06.08 10:13 PekoPekoyamasSword I am enraged about my childhood
I feel like a scared child in the body of a teenager, I’m petrified of getting hurt again. For as long as I can remember I have had that awful feeling you get after something bad has happened, everything feels off. I’m scared of disappointing people, I’m scared of angering people, I’m scared of people, I don’t want to get hurt again but I don’t want to close myself off so it feels like I’m stuck in some sort of cruel limbo. I know I’m safer now, I know I’m not around my family (aside from my mum obviously but it’s better to just stay away from her) and people are apparently less harsh but the scared feeling is still there. I feel like if I were to meet child me I would just end up crying or at least having that feeling. I still feel that same racking distress I felt when I was a child, each and every memory of mine is shrouded by it. I’ve always felt like I deserve it, even if I didn’t directly say that it would always cross my mind to stop being a coward, you have no reason to cry as you deserve this. It hurts now and honestly I don’t know whether or not I should believe it because I know it’s a bad mindset to have but it feels like I’m just in denial when I say otherwise. I don’t know how to go about it. It hurts thinking about how even as a child I felt that, I should have been fucking enjoying things, I should have at least felt safe, I’m not saying that I deserved to be treated like royalty but at least to have the bare minimum of what a child should have. I’m devastated that that’s it, that’s my childhood. There is no way to change it, I can’t go back to make memories that I would look at now and smile about, I didn’t get to do things every other child seemed to do, I am furious that nothing can change what has happened. Sure, I’m on high alert incase something bad happens (which is useful but not nice if that makes sense) but it wasn’t worth sacrificing my fucking childhood. No matter how much I tried to please my peers nothing changed, I would always be up at night shaking terrified, having everyone be asleep while I’m the only person awake seemed to further emphasise the fact that if anything bad were to happen I would be alone in the situation, I always felt that but when that were the case it just brought more light to it. That felt worse combined with the overwhelming fear of seemingly nothing, I have no idea what specifically I was scared of, all I know as that I was scared. I hated when it was time to sleep, around most people I felt scared of going to sleep while they were awake incase they decided to harm me in my sleep, I would be completely defenceless and vulnerable. I was also scared of going to sleep while everyone else was asleep, I knew that with everyone asleep there would be no way for anyone to do anything if something bad happened. I know that I myself might not have been able to do much if anything if say someone broke in or a fire started or someone was having medical complications and wasn’t able to get help on their own but at least I would have been able to wake someone up or call for help from the police or something. I never really knew what to do, I would usually just fall asleep when my body would allow me regardless of me being terrified. I always felt scared and wanted to cry but would then feel guilty for being sensitive, I wasn’t fucking sensitive, what I felt was fucking reasonable for a child like that, everywhere I went there was hurt, there was a constant lingering judgement everywhere I went, I never felt safe and was constantly anticipating the worst if not mourning what has already happened. I don’t know where I heard the phrase ‘it’s a world of hurt’ but wherever I heard it it’s fucking true, no matter where you go, what you act like, what you look like, what you like or what you do you’ll always have someone willing to hurt you. Even as a fucking child people want to hurt you. It is sickening, not even as a child could I escape that vile treatment from people. I still feel like I’m there a lot, that’s what I mean when I say that I feel like a child trapped in a teenagers body, I still feel weak, I still feel petrified of getting hurt again, I still feel scared when I accidentally do something wrong or mess up on something, even the smallest mistakes pierce me with an overwhelming fear of being hated or punished, even if I do something like accidentally spilling a small amount of water I have that feeling where you want to cry, I feel so guilty over such stupid things and to be honest I can’t tell when things are reasonable to feel like this over, obviously things like what I’ve just mentioned about spilling water are obvious that it’s stupid to think that some sort of punishment other than a complaint or someone sighing will come from but other stuff is just no. It feels like everything I do warrants punishment. I envy people who don’t feel guilty for showing emotion, I feel so infuriatingly pathetic over this, I long to be comforted when I cry or feel terrified, I hate myself for it. I long for that comfort I never experienced as a child, I would always feel envious when I see people receiving help from others when they feel sad because I never experienced it myself, I’d always have the questions “why am I different”, “what did I do wrong”, “how come people are willing to help you”. I despise how petty it is but I still have that grating feeling about it. Even now I feel it, I feel deeply selfish and angry at myself for it
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2023.06.08 10:13 mainlyjustbrowsing Just something that I was thinking about. Read it or don't, I really don't care :) Don't worry, I'm not going to end things anytime soon.
Does it really take 2 to love? Isn’t it just some fucking selfish emotion? Why the fuck did I dream about things that would happen to you, and then later see those things happen? I don’t understand? Am I crazy? Serendipity? Or, although I’m editing this because I was so squeamish writing this, was there something there? I know the sex was good, but that wasn’t it. How the fuck did you want to preserve a connection with me while you were seeing him? You fucking selfish bitch. Whatever.
I think I am more ready for death than anyone else realizes. And that’s okay. I’m angry with them for it, but it’s also a good thing. Hopefully nobody will blame themself if I ultimately decide to end my own life before the bitcoin dreams come to fruition. I just want to live the sandbox life. Dance under the pretty neon lights of SF. Get under cars in the desert. Travel the USA, and maybe even mexico doing stage rally. Drifting too. These are my soul, ya know? As much as I want to say that I don’t understand why other’s put so much fucking stock in reproduction, that’s just not true. I get it, but I’ve just thought past that. If my feelings and values about the world around me are so fucking irreconcileable with the actual world around me, then what is the point? Especially when this is the case with love. IDK. Maybe this is why most idealists aren’t realists. Shit. Oh well, I guess. It’s been relieving lately to see how people from tucson already get this, and this is all clearly why I can’t stand many people up here in the PNW. There’s some fucking concept of how things “should be” and ideals and what not. Don’t you idiots get it? It’s all chaos. Treat thy neighbor well, but don’t play the game with an assumption the world is just. It is not. Get to the point where the world is a sandbox to you. That is the only way out. And to anyone who says that I’ve become more selfish, FUCK YOU. I’m more empathetic and considerate than I’ve ever been. SJW virtue signaling is inversely proportionate with personal social social responsibility. Fucking bite me, and fuck you. FUUUAAUAAACKCKKKKk!!!!!!!!
I’m so angry. Was that his cum I ate out of you? Changing subjects, I don’t want to date ever again unless I can be honest about all of this. And I know this would scare most women off, so why bother? I better get into better shape anyways before I can even try with those who I’m interested in - male and female. Although, let’s be real, I’ve always been more interested in the ladies. The men are just a fleeting interest. An infatuation if you will? Huh, I really don’t know, I’m even questioning that as I’m writing it. Maybe… IDK. Ugh. Why is there so much social pressure and stigma specifically around those of us who are kind of on the fence on if we are bi or not. Like, not for gay guys, just for those of us who aren’t sure if we are bi or not. Anyways. IDK. I just want to curl up in someone’s arms. Someone who can read all of this and be OK. Someone who can remain calm, and not report shit so long as I’m not threatening to hurt anyone else. And someone who wouldn’t blame themselves if I did something to myself, intentional suicide or wreckless something or other or whatever the fuck else. That’s the person I could share something with, and I am doubtful that person is a high frequency individual in the population, if you will. Fuck you. FUCK YOU. DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? FUCK YOU.
Looking at a photo of you after venting all of this crap, I’m really not sure if you have much to do with this anymore personally. That cosmic connection is definitively in the past at this point. I no longer “feel” you. Anyways, check out this playlist: MOR chillstep memories. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6wRM4KFxCbwPTzoKwJyYyGzjW6pM3rXo
Hopefully that link is still up by the time whoever the fuck reads this. ugh.
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I think I am more ready for death than anyone else realizes. And that’s okay. I’m angry with them for it, but it’s also a good thing. Hopefully nobody will blame themself if I ultimately decide to end my own life before the bitcoin dreams come to fruition. I just want to live the sandbox life. Dance under the pretty neon lights of SF. Get under cars in the desert. Travel the USA, and maybe even mexico doing stage rally. Drifting too. These are my soul, ya know? As much as I want to say that I don’t understand why other’s put so much fucking stock in reproduction, that’s just not true. I get it, but I’ve just thought past that. If my feelings and values about the world around me are so fucking irreconcileable with the actual world around me, then what is the point? Especially when this is the case with love. IDK. Maybe this is why most idealists aren’t realists. Shit. Oh well, I guess. It’s been relieving lately to see how people from tucson already get this, and this is all clearly why I can’t stand many people up here in the PNW. There’s some fucking concept of how things “should be” and ideals and what not. Don’t you idiots get it? It’s all chaos. Treat thy neighbor well, but don’t play the game with an assumption the world is just. It is not. Get to the point where the world is a sandbox to you. That is the only way out. And to anyone who says that I’ve become more selfish, FUCK YOU. I’m more empathetic and considerate than I’ve ever been. SJW virtue signaling is inversely proportionate with personal social social responsibility. Fucking bite me, and fuck you. FUUUAAUAAACKCKKKKk!!!!!!!!
I’m so angry. Was that his cum I ate out of you? Changing subjects, I don’t want to date ever again unless I can be honest about all of this. And I know this would scare most women off, so why bother? I better get into better shape anyways before I can even try with those who I’m interested in - male and female. Although, let’s be real, I’ve always been more interested in the ladies. The men are just a fleeting interest. An infatuation if you will? Huh, I really don’t know, I’m even questioning that as I’m writing it. Maybe… IDK. Ugh. Why is there so much social pressure and stigma specifically around those of us who are kind of on the fence on if we are bi or not. Like, not for gay guys, just for those of us who aren’t sure if we are bi or not. Anyways. IDK. I just want to curl up in someone’s arms. Someone who can read all of this and be OK. Someone who can remain calm, and not report shit so long as I’m not threatening to hurt anyone else. And someone who wouldn’t blame themselves if I did something to myself, intentional suicide or wreckless something or other or whatever the fuck else. That’s the person I could share something with, and I am doubtful that person is a high frequency individual in the population, if you will. Fuck you. FUCK YOU. DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? FUCK YOU.
Looking at a photo of you after venting all of this crap, I’m really not sure if you have much to do with this anymore personally. That cosmic connection is definitively in the past at this point. I no longer “feel” you. Anyways, check out this playlist: MOR chillstep memories. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6wRM4KFxCbwPTzoKwJyYyGzjW6pM3rXo
Hopefully that link is still up by the time whoever the fuck reads this. ugh.
2023.06.08 10:12 StripeyTiger1 59 [M4F] #UK, England, (Northants) - seeking young breeding partner (long term)🍆💦🤰
Can't really explain why, but I feel much more attracted and devoted to someone much younger than me, so I really want to find someone who is okay with having an older long term partner. As far as I'm concerned the younger you are (legally of course) the better, so I'd like to find someone under about 25 to live with me for mutual breeding
I'm open to various styles of relationship. I'd quite like to find someone who wants to be a "homemaker" and look after the house (and me!) whilst I work, but if you want a part time job, career or to continue education I'm open to discussion.
You:
I believe that in a relationship I should help you achieve your goal in life, whether it's a career or being a stay at home parent, but I'm there to be a partner, not baby you 24/7. Similarly, although I want someone younger, you're not my slave (except in fun roleplay!).
Sex
I'm quite vanilla sexually and my primary kinks are the age difference and potential breeding (with associated kinks such as cream-pies, breastfeeding etc). I'm not an exhibitionist but if you want to have sex in the woods, fields or anywhere else its certainly up for discussion. I'm not really into anal sex but butt plugs and other sex toys are fine with me.
I'm really turned on by the idea of filling your young fertile pussy with my seed and whilst I won't push you about it, I'd really like you to stop birth control and hopefully get pregnant so I can enjoy feeling our baby grow inside you and your breasts fill (which I hope you'll let me milk too). I'm not looking to use condoms, so whether you get pregnant or not will be entirely your decision. If you're horny and your partner is asleep, its okay to start things unless they tell you to let them get some sleep. I like spooning, ideally with my cock at the entrance to your wet full pussy. Whether you do it deliberately or have a birth control failure I will be happy if you get pregnant. I am pro-choice, so all decisions on whether to have a baby are entirely yours.
I believe in spontaneity and "free use", so after agreeing to have sex the first time, you don't have to ask to start things next time, however "Stop" and "Not Right Now" are valid! Also valid is "OMG, This team meeting is so much better with you playing with my cock!" 😈
Due to the prevalence of people who are just looking for fun {fine 👍} or fake 👎, I apologise to those who are seriously interested in that I will have to continue looking until I am in a committed physical relationship with someone!
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I'm open to various styles of relationship. I'd quite like to find someone who wants to be a "homemaker" and look after the house (and me!) whilst I work, but if you want a part time job, career or to continue education I'm open to discussion.
You:
- any legal age under about 25
- live in England or able to get there!
- any religion as long as you don't mind me being agnostic
- any ethnicity
- bisexual also welcome provided you regard our relationship as your "prime" one.
- want to have children early
- white, 5'11" blue eyes, brown hair
- professional, work remotely but I have to be in England to work.
- needs exercise - New Years Resolution to do cycling!
- enjoys musicals and theatre
- not rich but high income. I'd be paying all living costs
- married but have lived separately for 15 years or so
- 3 (possibly 4) adult children (19-24)
I believe that in a relationship I should help you achieve your goal in life, whether it's a career or being a stay at home parent, but I'm there to be a partner, not baby you 24/7. Similarly, although I want someone younger, you're not my slave (except in fun roleplay!).
Sex
I'm quite vanilla sexually and my primary kinks are the age difference and potential breeding (with associated kinks such as cream-pies, breastfeeding etc). I'm not an exhibitionist but if you want to have sex in the woods, fields or anywhere else its certainly up for discussion. I'm not really into anal sex but butt plugs and other sex toys are fine with me.
I'm really turned on by the idea of filling your young fertile pussy with my seed and whilst I won't push you about it, I'd really like you to stop birth control and hopefully get pregnant so I can enjoy feeling our baby grow inside you and your breasts fill (which I hope you'll let me milk too). I'm not looking to use condoms, so whether you get pregnant or not will be entirely your decision. If you're horny and your partner is asleep, its okay to start things unless they tell you to let them get some sleep. I like spooning, ideally with my cock at the entrance to your wet full pussy. Whether you do it deliberately or have a birth control failure I will be happy if you get pregnant. I am pro-choice, so all decisions on whether to have a baby are entirely yours.
I believe in spontaneity and "free use", so after agreeing to have sex the first time, you don't have to ask to start things next time, however "Stop" and "Not Right Now" are valid! Also valid is "OMG, This team meeting is so much better with you playing with my cock!" 😈
Due to the prevalence of people who are just looking for fun {fine 👍} or fake 👎, I apologise to those who are seriously interested in that I will have to continue looking until I am in a committed physical relationship with someone!