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It seems like every other post can be answered by telling OP they might be a total retard. ‘My bf is 20 years older and cheating on me, how do I fix it?’ Your fucked, get a new boyfriend. ‘It’s unfair gas is expensive!’ No one cares, we all pay for gas! ‘Anyone locally know where to get good food’ use google bitch. It can’t just be me loosing my mind with this. Specifically in AITA, ‘I cheated on my wife while she was home with out baby, AITA?’ Get fucked bud

Tldr: My friend has been living with me for 2 years rent and bill free, we fight a lot, I think he’s gaslighting me and I am getting angry, emotional and frustrated with the situation and want to kick him out, but I know he is going through a rough time with family and other life issues, plus my daughter sees him as a dad so don’t want to make a rash decision throwing him out. Apologies for any rambling but I want to give as much context as possible for a fair judgement. Also apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes, it's like 2 am and I'm tired. I (24f) have had my friend (32m) living with me and my daughter (3f) on and off for 2 years, for the sake of the story we will call him Lee. Our relationship has heavily deteriorated and I feel like I am making rash decisions out of anger. Lee originally came to stay with us when he was evicted during the pandemic and was living in a hotel, I invited him to stay with us as I had a spare room at the time since my daughter was too young for her room. I rent, not own, and he lived with us for 7 months before we were evicted due to him staying with me and not being on the tenancy. After being evicted, my daughter and I spent 7 months homeless and couch-surfing between different family and friends' houses until I finally managed to secure a new home. At this time Lee was also couch surfing, when I finally found a new place I felt bad and invited him to come and stay with us again for what was meant to be a short period but ended up being a year. He sleeps on my couch as now my daughter is old enough she needs her room and space. In terms of the financial dynamic of the relationship. I took extended maternity leave when my daughter was born until after the pandemic calmed down early last year. After my maternity support ran out and I had to hand in notice at my job I received government support for my rent and living costs. After my rent is paid I have just shy of £400 a month to live off a month, paying all other bills and feeding and caring for myself and my daughter, when Lee moved in this was my financial situation. I rejoined the workforce last January ans was working for most of last year until I had to leave my job in August due to very poor mental health. Since then, I have struggled to stay in work and do agency work, working maybe 1-3 days on a good week and not at all when my depression is at its worst. Since he first came to stay with us, I have covered all the bills rent, utilities, and most of the food and occasionally helped him out when he needed money. Until December last year, Lee was doing occasional freelance work with very inconsistent money. He would help with putting food in the fridge or WiFi bills as and when he could, but it was not consistent. Last December I helped him to get a job at my agency and he since has been working full-time. I am frustrated with the financial side of this situation as nothing has changed or improved since he started work nothing has improved. I know I am not entitled to his hard-earned money, but I feel he being really selfish with his money when it comes to me and the household. He sends his mum money every payday without fail, but will occasionally give me £50 towards the household. He goes out a lot after work to bars and clubs and buys himself things, I’ve found a casino membership in his name when cleaning, which he claims is to just get in and hang with friends, which is an obvious lie. He mentioned in passing that he has been saving to buy a house. I was actually fuming when he mentioned that even in times when we were struggling he had money, he just had it in an ISA and couldn’t withdraw according to him. I also overheard him in a conversation saying that he has 5 figures in savings. This was just a kick in the gut but I am clearly too forgiving since he is still here. I have broken down my financial situation to him so he knows how things are, but his constant line is that he sends his mum money every week to take care of her, even though he is living in my home rent free not hers. I know it sounds jealous and vindictive but I’m the one whose roof he is living under now and it cooking and cleaning but he will send her who knows how much every week but get antsy with me if I ask him for a contribution to the Wifi bill. To put it in perspective he makes at least £3k a month before tax and tips, whereas my income is £1,780K and my rent alone is £1,400. I am ridiculously frustrated at this by this and it isn’t our only issue. Now I will say I am not completely innocent in our conflicts. I suffer heavily from depression, ADHD and ASD which until very recently hasn’t been treated by professionals. I have my up and down days, pretty intense mood swings where I can snap over minor things, not to mention rising a toddler as a single parent, I am a complete mess. My biggest issue is my house is beyond a state, it's borderline a hoarder's mess and I just can’t cope with maintaining it. Some days I struggle to get out of bed and the mess just keeps piling and piling up. Some days I can clean one, maybe 2 rooms, but by the time I have the energy and drive to clean again the whole house is a mess again and I’m back to square one. Lee and I argue about this often. He used to try and help with some things but would do a half-assed and I would get upset, like loading the dishwasher and leaving the rest of the kitchen a mess, or taking all the mess out of the rest of the house and dumping it into my toddler's bedroom. He stopped helping at all after a while because he said I was a control freak, and I can admit I can be a bit controlling at times if I don’t agree with the way he is doing something. There have been times I have asked him for help and he will turn around and say it’s not his mess so he isn’t helping it’s mine and my daughters so my responsibility to clean up. While this is true he knows I am struggling and will do nothing but sit there and complain otherwise. He complains a lot and his words and actions are driving me insane. Aside from the household maintenance complains about everything and constantly makes not-so-subtle digs and insults at me which make me feel like crap when I am already heavily depressed and suicidal at times, and then will turn around and ask me why I’m in a mood. Some examples of things he has said: - He is surrounded by idiots at work and at home - I’m a mess, this is why he could never date a woman like me, I don’t live up to his standards - Why would I trust you when you look like this/act like this etc. Usually in reference to when I get upset and just snap at him, - He will say I throw his words in his face if I bring up anything he has said in the past to his face but will do the same to me - He used the fact that I’ve been r'd and abs in arguments before “I didn’t r you and I haven’t hit you around so what is your problem with me” These are just a few examples. On top of that,I feel like I am being gaslit and constantly invalidated. He always disregards my feelings when I am trying to explain things to him or talk to him about how I am feeling. He will say he doesn’t want my explanations or he doesn’t care about my feeling. He will make really snarky comments if I give him a long-winded answer to something and say he didn’t want my explanation. He has straight up said F my feelings before and he doesn’t care about my feelings. He belittles my pain and complains I’m always sick, which I feel like I am. I am having lots of complications since having my daughter, from 3-month-long periods, to what is thought might be endometriosis or ovarian cysts, my doctors are messing me around and I always feel physically rotten on top of my mental health and he makes it sound like my pain is nothing. I genuinely feel like he is gaslighting me too, and I feel like I am losing my mind, a few examples: - He got me an Instax mini camera which I have always wanted, a few days later it disappeared and he says he saw my daughter playing with it and it must have gotten thrown in the bin. I got really upset at my daughter, dived into our buildings bins and tore open bags looking for it and he watched me get upset and mad and dig through rubbish, commenting that he will just buy a new one. A couple of days later I found a tab open for its sale price at our local tech shop on his computer and when I looked in his history it was from the same day it went missing. To this day he still blames it on my daughter. - One morning I woke up to a weird noise in my house, he had already gone to work and I went crazy over it. When I finally found it, it was his PC speaker which usually sits on the table, buried in a trunk of his clothes making weird sea noises and on full volume. He claims that it was malfunctioning and he put it there to get sleep and forgot about it when he went to work. When I found it, it turned right off when I pressed the off button. - I have hocks for all my hats on the side of my wardrobe, a few times I have come home from being away and found all my hats thrown on top of my wardrobe, but he claims to never have touched them. On top of that after my last trip away for almost a month, I found an open condom wrapper down the back of my bed when cleaning, even though he claims he never has brought anyone to my home. - He tries to tell me I don’t remember things said in conversations when I clearly remember them and is quick to call me dumb when I challenge him. - My doorbell keeps being turned off and he blames it on my daughter, I thought it was her until it was switched off when I came back from a month-long trip. We constantly argue almost daily, with some just devolving into screaming matches and some in front of my daughter. Whenever I try and remove myself from the situation he will either follow me or carry on yelling from the other room and complain I am running away from the situation. Our arguments have gotten physical before, one day I snapped and got into his face, swore at him, called him names and poked him in the chest. He followed me into the bathroom and wouldn’t leave when I told him to. I began pushing him out and he kept pushing back in, I ended up shutting his hand in the door and scratching him trying to get him to move so I could close it and he says I attacked him and made him bleed. There was no malice in my actions I just wanted to be left alone. He punched a hole in my wall once. I had a guest coming over but hadn’t told him as he wasn’t even supposed to be home. I woke from a nap to hear him dragging things into the hallways and jumped up and said “Don’t move those out here” Before, I could even finish and explain why he had punched the wall and was screaming at me that my ways of doing things don’t work and I’m such a control freak, even though he didn’t even let me finish my sentence or get a word in. He blames me and said it was my fault because he is triggered by past actions and still to this day says it’s my fault. I’m just exhausted and feel like I don’t have a single safe or happy place in this world with him in my home. I really enjoy it when he is at work but just dread him coming home. It isn’t all bad though. He occasionally helps around the house. Has helped with my daughter feeding and entertaining her more times than I can count when I was sick or tired or busy. He has followed me to events and supported me, helped me build my career. We have had a lot of fun and laughs, and even though his help with my daughter hasn’t changed, our whole dynamic has. He is cold towards me now, has no time for me with anything, and can be condescending at times. On top of lying when he doesn’t need to lie to me, which I find how easy he feels he can lie to my disturbing. What he doesn’t realise is that he is an awful liar and I can always tell. What has led me to write this post is today I came home with my daughter to find him with some random guy I have never met before in my house. He brushed me off when I got upset because he got upset that he brought a stranger into my home where my small child lives. Not even my best friend came to my home or even knew where I lived until my birthday which was like 8 months in. He tried to say to me he told me he was bringing him over which is a lie, he asked if I was home and if he could borrow my laptop but said never mind when I said I wasn’t home, and that he would follow his friend home and double back. He didn’t even apologise and had the nerve to ask me what my problem is. I have never been so angry at another person and mad such malicious thoughts then I had tonight so I thought I need an outside perspective. At the start of the month, I asked him to leave by the end of the month, but a few days ago he was attacked on his way home from work and beaten within an inch of his life. I feel bad asking him to leave now when he’s having such a rough time. The only reason I haven’t asked him to leave before is because my daughter adores him, he is more of a dad to her than her dad and she loves him like a father and they have a great relationship. I don’t want to hurt her but I don't know if I should even bother trying to make this situation work. I don’t even know what to say to him or how to speak to him anymore without it divulging into an argument. What is the best course of action from here?

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I'm making this post while in bed after what feels like a week of experiences pumped into 8 hours. I've done acid before and it didn't do much, so i decided trying the same dose again with a little extra (weed). Spoiler alert, it was an awful idea. About 6 hours of heightened senses and giddiness was what i thought the entire trip would be, but i couldn't have been more wrong. i hit the bong and i feel alright for about 5 minutes, until i realise that my heartbeat was not tangible, and neither was the grass outside, or the tree i was looking at. i could swear the potted plants were staring back at me. i check my heart rate, 200bpm, alright that's weird let me try again. 210bpm. 220bpm. This is when i realised i was about to experience some fucked up shit and had a decision to make: Stay in a room on my own or go on a walk with my friends. IN THIS SITUATION, ALWAYS GO WITH THE FRIENDS. It was the only thing that kept me sane as i transcended into the next dimension, slowly, and am certain i would have lost my mind if i stayed in that room on my own. As i walk along the grassy path i realise that I'm literally unable to see anything properly, my feet weren't visible and the path slowly melted into the foreground. Let me tell you, all the way up until this point my heart was knocking on my neck and it was the scariest shit I've ever experienced. It was then that i realised it; I was tripping. I had totally forgotten the whole point of this event was to trip balls. And trip balls i did, in the safety of close friends, and in a great place. i honestly don't remember where exactly i was because everything around me had become incomprehensible. i had no idea what anything was or how to separate anything from the green screen i had entered. i couldn't even fathom what on earth i was looking at but it was as if i was stuck inside of a giant kaleidoscope. i was handed a flower and all i saw was my infinite hand with a yellow triangle somewhere and everywhere at the same time. i walked back to the house with someone and finally managed to get my heart rate under control, and at that point i could sort of discern what were trees and what was the sky. i was getting straight up hallucinations of all types of shit, but more importantly at that stage i had totally lost my sense of self, i didn't even know where i was supposed to begin or end. as far as i was concerned, i wasn't concerned. I'm very thankful that the dissolution of my psyche wasn't a terrible and terrifying experience, but it was pretty gut wrenching when i realised i had to piece myself back together again, bit by bit. i was comforted by the fact that my typical habits and behaviours remained, it was like getting into an old t shirt. eventually it'll be as if i never left. i would like to go into detail a bit more but it is honestly impossible to comprehend what i was experiencing. i could selectively hear my heartbeat in all the different parts of my ear and neck, i could perfectly see my peripheral vision without looking, and i could smell EVERYTHING. visuals were complete nonsense, like think of a HD image being turned into 4 pixels and then turned into a kaleidoscope, it was almost entirely unrelated to what was actually happening. i couldn't feel pain, instead it felt like i was getting wet. in fact, all textures felt really wet and slippery, even the cheese puff chips i somehow ate. the only thing that actually made any sort of sense was the words i was hearing, the only thing keeping my boat hitched at the dock, and likely the reason I'm still in this reality. if you are having a cataclysmic event, SLOW YOUR HEART RATE and get yourself around friends asap, shit works wonders. So right now I'm still lying in bed and actually had to stop typing this every few minutes to suddenly vomit, i probably ate some bad food or maybe it's a side effect, who knows. at this stage i can't even give it any more thought, my brain is out of gas and I'm just thankful that i stepped back into this reality, and not wherever the hell i was.

Okay, I started dating again after ending a FWBs. And I started with dating apps. I get matches, but they go nowhere. I try to have fun openers and initiate conversations, but rarely do I get a response. It's even rarer that turns into a date. When it does, I usually get one or two dates. And from those dates I'm given the cold shoulder or in a last ditch effort the guy just tries to sleep with me.
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In real life, I'm virtually never approached. I've been catcalled, but that's it. Men leave me alone. I live in a very populated, big city and I've never even had a guy buy me a drink.
I wouldn't mind approaching men, but I'm not a pretty girl. It also doesn't help I am a minority at a PWI. I've been doing what I can. I try to stay fit (though according to the BMI scale, I am about 5 lbs from being overweight). I'm taking care of my problem prone skin. I try to dress well and make sure my hair is done (it's a struggle), but I'm still not pretty or conventionally attractive. I look goofy for lack of a better word.
I hear all the time guys would feel flattered about a woman approaching them ,but I'm not so sure. Would they really feel that way about a not so cute girl coming up to them. I'm afraid they would be insulted.
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I'm also open to meeting people through hobbies (I bake, garden, roller skate, do roller derby, etc), but many of my hobbies are solo. So it's just kind of more difficult.
Is there anything else I can do? I considered also updating my dating app pictures, but I'm not photogenic. help lol

Well, today my Trophy very nearly sank. Fortuitously I was not far from the dock and shallow water.
Took the ski home, gave it a thorough looking over and found the problem. Turns out the pump for the live well, on the inside of the hull, came loose or broke off. That left basically large circular hole for water to just poor into when the ski was not moving at all.
Make sure you guys that own the Trophy are checking that nozzle/intake for the live well pump before you go out on the water. I think it broke loose in rough water.
This also means I should check the fitment on the factory sump pump. Also as a side note, I am now encouraged to purchase and install an after market sump pump.
Any suggestions on decent quality pumps?

Hello 👋 I am SO upset about it, but unfortunately this last week during a 10 minute car drive a few ounces of water spilled out of my water bottle and soaked my 2020/4th gen iPad Pro 12.9" in my backpack (plastic interior lining, ofc, it collected and sat in the bag with the charging port down in the water). It was purchased new in early 2021 if that matters.
I immediately stuck it into a bag with silicia gel and turned off for two days after realizing what had happened, but I noticed:
-visible water under the screen
-the brightness seems dimmed
-screen flickering but shows my lock screen upon turning on
-touch unresponsive
-buttons responsive
-it does charge/turn on
-no lines on screen
I have taken it to a local repair shop and they are currently opening it up to clean it out (about $100 procedure thus far), but I do not know the extent of the damage yet.
The repair shop told me it likely will be around $300-400 of additional repairs depending on the damage if I chose to try and fix it (if the clean out doesnt work, doubtful), and that they cannot guarantee if I repair it that it will continue to run.
I'm a broke student, and my iPad was really a lifeline I used every day for school, every day use and art with the apple pencil 😔 I don't have a laptop.
A new model seems to be around $1,200, which would really be difficult and it doesn't even seem like they have been upgraded significantly from my model that I LOVED, but with summer semester coming up I ultimately need to make a decision quickly.
Should I try to repair it and hope it keeps working a couple more years or bite the bullet and purchase a new one?
TYIA for your opinions!!

I'm an introverted demiromantic demisexual man, and I tend to crave emotionally intimate friendships. Romantic attraction for me is pretty rare, but sexual attraction is even more rare. I've only liked a handful of women my entire life, and we were always really close friends first and for multiple years as well. Without the sexual attraction (again super rare for me), it feels like there's this grey space where friendship turns into romantic attraction but they can be so difficult to distinguish. On multiple occasions, my best mate had to point out that it seemed I liked the woman I was spending so much time with.
To add to the confusion, a few months ago, I was out with one of my other best mates. We were drinking and sharing, and it suddenly occurred to me that I might like him. I've never liked a guy before so it was a total mindfuck. Now that it's been a few months, I'm pretty sure I'm romantically attracted to the dude. In addition, I just discovered the distinction between sensual/sensory attraction and sexual attraction. For a moment, I was mistaking the desire for touch with sexual desire (I'm a somewhat sex-repulsed demi, so this was also a mindfuck until I realized the difference). Once I realized there was a difference, I realized that I also enjoy touch (like hugs, the resting of a head on my shoulder, leaning on one another) from close friends not just the person I like, but never from strangers or casual friends.
I'm really thankful I've discovered that I'm demi/demi and that I've been able to unpack so much nuance, but the past few months have been a really confusing and discombobulating time. Has anyone else experienced this? What are your experiences like? How do you distinguish the difference?

Lee Jae-in, an ordinary high school student who dreams of becoming a makeup artist.I accidentally picked up a lipstick and got sucked into the mirror by the lipstick. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer Jae-in Lee, a high school student with a normal face. Everything has turned into perfect, sublime beauty, Princess Jane Richard D’Auterische of Loemendel. Furthermore, I’m married to the Crown P ... Read The Empress Lipstick - Chapter 31 - MangaPuma. Read more at https://mangapuma.com/the-empress-lipstick/chapter-31

Dear Blake, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. I’ve been with you here before, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, holding mom’s bottle of Ambian, and shaking, hesitating…just…just waiting to commit. You’re sad. I know it. Downright despaired! Nobody cares about you enough to notice anything’s wrong. They’re too busy with their own lives to give yours any credence. Honestly, they probably wouldn’t notice you were gone until you started to stink up the place. That’s why you’re in the bathroom. They have to go in there. They have to notice it’s locked. Eventually, they’ll get fed up with knocking and just bust it down, and right when they’re ready to deliver the lecture, BAM! There you are. Then they’ll know. No, that’s not it…You’re angry, filled from toes to nose to crown with boiling rage. How dare they treat you the way they do! You aren’t trying to be the center of the world, you don’t even care for attention all that much, but you’d at least like the option. Why don’t they drop in and ask if you want to do something or go somewhere. Sure, you usually say no, but what teenager doesn’t? It would be nice if they at least bothered to try. That’s what they’re supposed to do – try! But, no. The only time they talk to you is when you get a bad grade or they need to “correct” some stupid faux pas you made so they don’t look like complete idiots. No…that doesn’t seem right, either. You don’t know how you’re feeling, do you, Blake? That’s the problem. If you did, you might be able to follow through and take the pills. It’s not weakness, it’s confusion. If you’re going to commit to something so momentous, you may as well know why. I know why, Blake. I know exactly why, and I want to help you. You’re depressed, you just don’t know it, and you wouldn’t want to admit it if you did. That’s okay. Tell me if this sounds familiar: you’re hungry, angry, lonely, tired, and scared, all at the same time. And with it all, you don’t have the energy, much less the desire, to go anywhere, to break out of your bubble and interact in any meaningful way. You don’t feel like you’re worthy of it. How could you be? I’m in your head, Blake. You see your peers living it up and just owning who they are. Look at Brianna. She’s not the valedictorian, but she’s smart enough to be. She just knows there’s no reason. She dances, does community service, has a job, and tons of friends. With a resume like that, and the test scores she humble brags about, what school wouldn’t want her? And now look at you, a sniveling baby, sitting on a toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. But all right, it’s okay. Intelligence isn’t everything. You don’t need to be as driven as Brianna. You’d take being Jad. He’s so effortlessly good at the drums, and he’s just so confident in himself. The girls swoon over him, right? It’s a little weird, because, honestly, you don’t think that he’s all that good-looking. At the very least, he can’t be that much more attractive than you, can he? Yet, somehow, he always seems to be flanked by a bunch of thirsty girls while you awkwardly try to talk through messaging apps. They probably laugh at that, the girls. They laugh at your meek attempts to get their attention. You’d feel bad if they talked about you like that, but the sad truth is, not only do they not talk about you, they probably don’t even know who you are. It’s like all the shows and movies about the geeky loner who has greatness thrust upon him and all his fortunes turn around, except you are just utterly unremarkable as you sit on the toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. I know how you feel, Blake. I’ve thought these thoughts. I’ve been in the same cloud you have many times. That confusion, that hopelessness is overwhelming. Listen to me: there’s nothing wrong with you. These feelings, they’re not what you should be feeling, not what you deserve to feel, but they are normal, and they will pass. Take a deep breath, count to five, put the lid back on, put the bottle in the cabinet, and get out of that bathroom. I know it’s hard to believe, but high school will end, and with it all the drama and angst that goes with being a teenager. College will come and go even faster, and before long you’ll be out of the competition and into your own. Believe me, I know every adult you’ve ever met has told you the same thing. I know it’s hard for you to think that far ahead. I mean, if you want to get mathematical about it, I’ve lived through five years about seven times and you’ve lived through five years only three times. It’s a weird comparison, but think about what that means. Compared to me and other adults, time has to feel so long for you. Ten minutes for you is like five minutes for me…maybe that’s not true, but I think the spirit of it is close enough. The point is, no matter how bad you feel now, those feelings will go away with time. They’ll come back, but they aren’t the norm, and they aren’t your Fate. Somebody told me something once, I can’t remember who. Maybe I just heard it somewhere. Doesn’t matter. I’d like to share it with you, because I believe it. We are the sum of our choices. This, taking these pills, is a big choice, Blake. It’s more consequential than any other decision you’ve ever made. More importantly, Blake, once you make it, that’s it – you can’t undo it. We may make mistakes, and some of those mistakes will be really, really bad, but until we draw our last breaths, we have the chance to shift the balance of our decisions toward something we can take pride in. We can’t erase the mistakes, but we can do our best to own up to them, to seek redemption, and to help ourselves avoid making them again. Not with this, though. Worse, no matter what other good we’ve done in our lives, regardless of how we’re remembered, there’ll always be that horrible asterisk that outshines everything else. When people think our names, they’ll automatically think of the word – suicide. I won’t patronize and ask you if that’s really what you want, I know it’s not. It has to be said, though. It has to be said, Blake. But I know how this story ends, and I’m proud of you for it. More than that, I’m grateful. Choose differently now, and not only do you remove yourself, but you erase me, this letter, and everything else I love. It’s because of you that I’m here now, Blake. And, without going too deep into it, let me just say that all these things I’ve told you here, you’ll come to appreciate. You’re going to be okay, buddy. You’re going to be okay. It starts with making the right choice now, the healthy choice. Do yourself a favor, Blake. Put the cap back on, put the pills in the cabinet, get out of that bathroom, and go talk to someone. Talk to Mom. Talk to Dad. Talk to Jim. You don’t have to tell them, just talk to them. Remind yourself that there are people who love you. Remind yourself that the mean, evil thoughts in your head are your own insecurities trying to rile you up. Remind yourself that the stupid things people say to you in class or in the hallway are just dumb teenage drama, kids trying to get attention by being as wild, rebellious, and ridiculous as they can be. It’ll pass. You’ll learn to recognize those thoughts for what they are, to use them as motivation to be better. You’ll see those same bullies become kind and compassionate because they have children, and they recognize that there are people out there who act like they acted and they don’t want to see their child be treated the way they treated you. All the while, the people you love will still be there, same as ever, because they need you like you need them. Most importantly, nothing is forever, Blake, the bad or the good. Make the most with what you have. Ride out the bad because you know it will end. Appreciate the good because you never know how long it will last. Most of all, love yourself Blake. Put the cap on, put the pills away, and get out of that bathroom. Don’t lose sight of your hope for the future for traumas in your past. It’s easier said than done, I know, but, trust me, it’s worth the effort. I love you, Blake, and I’m grateful for you and all you do. Take care, buddy. Love, Blake

TLDR bad block events on specific raid bay as noted on hyperv hypervisor, replaced disk but same event for exact same block on same disk!
is this isolated to volume as its presented to host or a disk issue? im confused. ive read into this and 100 other events from logs and dont seem to be getting anywhere.
this issue has been plaguing me for a month and causing all sorts of ruckus in preventing some migration tasks to new virtual server(hyperv) and getting good backups. new client, in complete disarray, ive prob put closer to 150hrs into righting the ship over last 3 days, sorting out all sorts of things, most notably though, focused on the storage issues. havnt been able to get a good backup, copy of share data. stream timeout on any kind of job. the guest machne stored on this raid volume is a hyper v 2012, with an E: that was snapshotted/has been turned into a differential since January (i could shoot the guy who started this) which fails to merge due to what i believe at the root is bad block events. is a local storage issue. proliant gen8 ml 350p, p420i controller, 6 disk RAID6 "volume 2" in bays 3-8 with 300gb 6gbSAS drives of 3 dif models. during my initial review i found bay 7 was failed since at least march of '23. successfully replaced and rebuild ok after much precaution and preventative measures. still no added success, rolled the dice on HP SPP updates that have NEVER been done, nor did i want to do anything that might make things worse, but i felt i did as much as i could and proceeded. SPP successful(did not do firmware on drives yet and am extremely hesitant to do so but i have the firmware files in hand), but issue still existed, and only when the guest vm is turned on or active which resides on the raid volume2 "E:" on hyperv host. the SPP allowed more verbose events and found evidence of bay 8 being culprit of the bad block event, and found some other concerning errors with this drive. i went ahead and replaced today, parity and rebuild successful, but issue still exists.
theres so much to this project but i think its dumbed down to storage and perhaps my understanding of how to tackle this is offbase.
would chk dsk within vm guest or on raid volume be worth while? (i thought against it but ill confess i did it against the E:\ on hyperv prior to the 2nd drive replacement, it found some items but also said no free space to reassign bad blocks. (1.1tb on 1.2tb volume, 500gb of which is stuck in the flipping difference disk which i cant merge). ive tried migrating to no avail.
event id below, which occurred before and after both drive replacements, make it make sense please!
event 24606
Logical drive 2 of array controller P420i [Embedded] returned a fatal error during a read/write request from/to the volume.
Logical block address 2530397800, block count 2048 and command 32 were taken from the failed logical I/O request.
Array controller P420i [Embedded] is also reporting that the last physical drive to report a fatal error condition (associated with this logical request), is located in bay 8 of box 1 connected to port 2I.

We are currently building a house and the backyard landscaping is not included. I plan to turn a large part of the yard into a pavedeck/graveled type area for entertaining and have it be something that actually gets used. I have been kicking around the idea of using artificial turf for the rest of the backyard as it will keep me from having to install an entire sprinkler system for a small area, it’s easily maintained, and looks great year round. My question is has anyone had experience in the area with turf and if so what were the pros/cons. Also looking for a supplier that carries professional grade artificial turf. I plan to do this myself.

Yea, one of these. Rambles for your Sunday read.
It's almost been one month since the man who claimed to "love love me" ghosted me out of nowhere.
A man who I've been involved with for 2 years (almost 4 years since I've known him and our long break due to my Dday). We reconnected after his divorce.
I had high hopes when we reconnected. My love for him had remained and if anything the pedestal I had him on was even higher now somehow.
Our time a part let me romanticize him more and built him into something he wasn't.
So this time around, when he seemed bitter possibly from his divorce (they divorced when we were NC and not because of our affair) and he was getting shorter and more impatient than ever with me, I was left confused at his seemingly misdirected anger and bitterness.
The man who could tell me I was "his perfect woman" was now inconsistent and flakey. The man who claimed he wanted a future with me and to build a family together, now couldn't return texts or calls in a timely manner.
I wondered where my once stable, best friend was? The man who knew me inside and out and was there for me during the worst, the man who claimed he never connected with anyone like me-- and the man who made me feel beautiful and sexy for the first time in 10+ years. The man who gave me constant affirmation and all the right words. The man who I could talk to for hours and knew exactly what I needed to turn me on. He said he was putty in my hands, but I felt the same about him. I was grateful for him and he would proclaim how lucky he was to have love from a woman like me.
Sometimes the man described above showed himself, but more often than not he was MIA.
Literally missing.
I should of walked away then...but I held on, hoping my best friend would one day resurface.
But instead, after nearly 10 months working through things and being there for him as he rebuildt his life after divorce, he poofed....he vanished.
And before anyone says anything-- I told him I thought he needed to date, be single, spread his wings, and if we were meant to be-- we would see once he got some rebounds out of his system. I didn't want to be a placeholder.
He claimed he would tell me when that day came. And while there were no signs he was seeing anyone, I know him-- and I'm sure he was talking to many women.
I also think he was scared of the potential future we could of had.
Either way, he never communicated to me-- never allowed me to know. Never cared enough to share the hard truths.
He was the loving man I knew, planning to see me and arrange plans for the following week, confessing his love for me....and then he was gone.
Now, one month later-- as I rebuild myself and try to love myself, I wonder if I'll ever go down this road again, and by that I mean-- trust a man's words of love. Allow myself to love another man like I thought I loved him.
Idk, it's still so early.
But I do know I will keep working on the goals and aspirations I lost sight of while he pushed and pulled me away this past year.
I'm proud to say, I've got exciting things in the works-- lifetime bucket goals of overseas trips on the horizon, new job opportunities ahead, more courses I'm taking to further my career, and pAps that are eager to be with me and spend time with me.
I'm cautiously optimistic, but also I'll admit-- very much broken and hurt, too.
No real reason in posting but feels good to write it out, too.
Sending light & love to all those confused tonight as well. ✌

Dear Blake, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. I’ve been with you here before, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, holding mom’s bottle of Ambian, and shaking, hesitating…just…just waiting to commit. You’re sad. I know it. Downright despaired! Nobody cares about you enough to notice anything’s wrong. They’re too busy with their own lives to give yours any credence. Honestly, they probably wouldn’t notice you were gone until you started to stink up the place. That’s why you’re in the bathroom. They have to go in there. They have to notice it’s locked. Eventually, they’ll get fed up with knocking and just bust it down, and right when they’re ready to deliver the lecture, BAM! There you are. Then they’ll know. No, that’s not it…You’re angry, filled from toes to nose to crown with boiling rage. How dare they treat you the way they do! You aren’t trying to be the center of the world, you don’t even care for attention all that much, but you’d at least like the option. Why don’t they drop in and ask if you want to do something or go somewhere. Sure, you usually say no, but what teenager doesn’t? It would be nice if they at least bothered to try. That’s what they’re supposed to do – try! But, no. The only time they talk to you is when you get a bad grade or they need to “correct” some stupid faux pas you made so they don’t look like complete idiots. No…that doesn’t seem right, either. You don’t know how you’re feeling, do you, Blake? That’s the problem. If you did, you might be able to follow through and take the pills. It’s not weakness, it’s confusion. If you’re going to commit to something so momentous, you may as well know why. I know why, Blake. I know exactly why, and I want to help you. You’re depressed, you just don’t know it, and you wouldn’t want to admit it if you did. That’s okay. Tell me if this sounds familiar: you’re hungry, angry, lonely, tired, and scared, all at the same time. And with it all, you don’t have the energy, much less the desire, to go anywhere, to break out of your bubble and interact in any meaningful way. You don’t feel like you’re worthy of it. How could you be? I’m in your head, Blake. You see your peers living it up and just owning who they are. Look at Brianna. She’s not the valedictorian, but she’s smart enough to be. She just knows there’s no reason. She dances, does community service, has a job, and tons of friends. With a resume like that, and the test scores she humble brags about, what school wouldn’t want her? And now look at you, a sniveling baby, sitting on a toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. But all right, it’s okay. Intelligence isn’t everything. You don’t need to be as driven as Brianna. You’d take being Jad. He’s so effortlessly good at the drums, and he’s just so confident in himself. The girls swoon over him, right? It’s a little weird, because, honestly, you don’t think that he’s all that good-looking. At the very least, he can’t be that much more attractive than you, can he? Yet, somehow, he always seems to be flanked by a bunch of thirsty girls while you awkwardly try to talk through messaging apps. They probably laugh at that, the girls. They laugh at your meek attempts to get their attention. You’d feel bad if they talked about you like that, but the sad truth is, not only do they not talk about you, they probably don’t even know who you are. It’s like all the shows and movies about the geeky loner who has greatness thrust upon him and all his fortunes turn around, except you are just utterly unremarkable as you sit on the toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. I know how you feel, Blake. I’ve thought these thoughts. I’ve been in the same cloud you have many times. That confusion, that hopelessness is overwhelming. Listen to me: there’s nothing wrong with you. These feelings, they’re not what you should be feeling, not what you deserve to feel, but they are normal, and they will pass. Take a deep breath, count to five, put the lid back on, put the bottle in the cabinet, and get out of that bathroom. I know it’s hard to believe, but high school will end, and with it all the drama and angst that goes with being a teenager. College will come and go even faster, and before long you’ll be out of the competition and into your own. Believe me, I know every adult you’ve ever met has told you the same thing. I know it’s hard for you to think that far ahead. I mean, if you want to get mathematical about it, I’ve lived through five years about seven times and you’ve lived through five years only three times. It’s a weird comparison, but think about what that means. Compared to me and other adults, time has to feel so long for you. Ten minutes for you is like five minutes for me…maybe that’s not true, but I think the spirit of it is close enough. The point is, no matter how bad you feel now, those feelings will go away with time. They’ll come back, but they aren’t the norm, and they aren’t your Fate. Somebody told me something once, I can’t remember who. Maybe I just heard it somewhere. Doesn’t matter. I’d like to share it with you, because I believe it. We are the sum of our choices. This, taking these pills, is a big choice, Blake. It’s more consequential than any other decision you’ve ever made. More importantly, Blake, once you make it, that’s it – you can’t undo it. We may make mistakes, and some of those mistakes will be really, really bad, but until we draw our last breaths, we have the chance to shift the balance of our decisions toward something we can take pride in. We can’t erase the mistakes, but we can do our best to own up to them, to seek redemption, and to help ourselves avoid making them again. Not with this, though. Worse, no matter what other good we’ve done in our lives, regardless of how we’re remembered, there’ll always be that horrible asterisk that outshines everything else. When people think our names, they’ll automatically think of the word – suicide. I won’t patronize and ask you if that’s really what you want, I know it’s not. It has to be said, though. It has to be said, Blake. But I know how this story ends, and I’m proud of you for it. More than that, I’m grateful. Choose differently now, and not only do you remove yourself, but you erase me, this letter, and everything else I love. It’s because of you that I’m here now, Blake. And, without going too deep into it, let me just say that all these things I’ve told you here, you’ll come to appreciate. You’re going to be okay, buddy. You’re going to be okay. It starts with making the right choice now, the healthy choice. Do yourself a favor, Blake. Put the cap back on, put the pills in the cabinet, get out of that bathroom, and go talk to someone. Talk to Mom. Talk to Dad. Talk to Jim. You don’t have to tell them, just talk to them. Remind yourself that there are people who love you. Remind yourself that the mean, evil thoughts in your head are your own insecurities trying to rile you up. Remind yourself that the stupid things people say to you in class or in the hallway are just dumb teenage drama, kids trying to get attention by being as wild, rebellious, and ridiculous as they can be. It’ll pass. You’ll learn to recognize those thoughts for what they are, to use them as motivation to be better. You’ll see those same bullies become kind and compassionate because they have children, and they recognize that there are people out there who act like they acted and they don’t want to see their child be treated the way they treated you. All the while, the people you love will still be there, same as ever, because they need you like you need them. Most importantly, nothing is forever, Blake, the bad or the good. Make the most with what you have. Ride out the bad because you know it will end. Appreciate the good because you never know how long it will last. Most of all, love yourself Blake. Put the cap on, put the pills away, and get out of that bathroom. Don’t lose sight of your hope for the future for traumas in your past. It’s easier said than done, I know, but, trust me, it’s worth the effort. I love you, Blake, and I’m grateful for you and all you do. Take care, buddy. Love, Blake

Are you a music enthusiast ready to turn your passion into a reality? Setting up a home recording studio is your gateway to producing high-quality tracks without leaving the comfort of your own space. Whether you're an aspiring artist, producer, or podcaster, this ultimate guide will walk you through the process, from selecting the essential equipment to optimizing your studio's acoustics.
Setting up a home recording studio opens doors to endless creative possibilities. But where do you start? Let's dive into the process of transforming your space into a haven for musical expression.

Choosing the Right Space

Selecting an ideal room for your studio is crucial. Look for a dedicated area with minimal external noise and sufficient space for your equipment and creativity to thrive. Keep in mind the importance of natural light and ventilation.
Consider the size of the room and the layout of your equipment. You want to ensure that there is enough space for your recording gear, instruments, and any additional furniture or accessories you may need. It's also important to take into account the room's shape and dimensions, as these can affect the acoustics of your recordings.

Essential Recording Equipment

To kick-start your home recording studio, you'll need a few key essentials. Here's a list of must-have equipment to get you started:
EquipmentDescriptionDigital Audio Workstation (DAW)Software for recording, editing, and mixing audioAudio InterfaceConnects your instruments and microphones to your computerMicrophonesCapture vocals, instruments, and various audio sourcesStudio MonitorsHigh-quality speakers for accurate sound reproductionHeadphonesEssential for monitoring and detailed audio analysis

Acoustic Treatment for Optimal Sound

Achieving excellent sound quality requires proper acoustic treatment. Consider the following techniques to optimize your studio's acoustics:

• Bass Traps: Minimize low-frequency resonances and echoes.
• Diffusers: Scatter sound reflections for a balanced audio environment.
• Absorption Panels: Reduce excessive reverberations and echo.
• Reflection Filters: Enhance vocal recordings by minimizing room reflections.

Setting Up Your Digital Audio Workstation (DAW)

Your digital audio workstation (DAW) is the heart of your home studio. Here are the steps to get you up and running:

1. Choose a DAW: Popular options include Ableton Live, Logic Pro, and Pro Tools.
2. Install the Software: Follow the manufacturer's instructions to set up your chosen DAW.
3. Learn the Basics: Familiarize yourself with the interface, navigation, and basic recording/editing functions.
4. Explore Plugins: Enhance your sound with a variety of plugins, including EQ, compression, and reverb.

Microphone Selection and Techniques

Choosing the right microphone and employing proper techniques are vital for capturing clear and professional-sounding recordings. Consider the following options:

• Condenser Microphones: Ideal for studio vocals and acoustic instruments.
• Dynamic Microphones: Suited for loud sources and live performances.
• Stereo Microphones: Perfect for capturing ambient sounds and spacious recordings.

Experiment with microphone placement and distance to find the sweet spot for each source.

Studio Monitors: Your Ears' Best Friend

Investing in high-quality studio monitors ensures accurate playback and reliable mixing decisions. Consider these factors when selecting your monitors:

• Frequency Response: Choose monitors with a balanced frequency range.
• Nearfield vs. Midfield: Nearfield monitors are suitable for smaller rooms, while midfield monitors excel in larger spaces.
• Placement: Position the monitors at an equal distance from each other and form an equilateral triangle with your listening position.

The Power of MIDI Controllers

MIDI controllers unlock endless possibilities for creative expression and control over your virtual instruments. Here are some popular MIDI devices:

• Keyboard Controllers: Mimic the feel and functionality of traditional pianos.
• Pad Controllers: Ideal for programming drum patterns and triggering samples.
• Control Surfaces: Provide tactile control over your DAW's mixing and editing functions.

Enhancing Your Sounds with Sample Libraries

Sample libraries offer a vast collection of pre-recorded sounds and instruments to elevate your productions. Explore popular options like Native Instruments Kontakt, Spectrasonics Omnisphere, and Spitfire Audio.
These libraries contain a wide range of virtual instruments, including pianos, strings, brass, drums, and synthesizers. They often feature meticulously recorded samples that can be played and manipulated within your DAW. Use these samples to add depth, texture, and realism to your compositions.

Ergonomic Studio Furniture: Comfort and Productivity

Designing an ergonomic workspace is essential for long hours of productive work. Consider the following studio furniture options:

• Studio Desk: Choose a sturdy desk with ample space for your equipment and proper cable management.
• Studio Chair: Opt for a comfortable chair that supports good posture during long recording and mixing sessions.
• Equipment Racks: Keep your gear organized and easily accessible with dedicated equipment racks.

Soundproofing Solutions for a Quieter Space

Minimizing external noise is crucial for achieving professional-quality recordings. Here are some effective soundproofing solutions:

• Sealing Gaps: Use weatherstripping or acoustic sealant to seal gaps around doors and windows.
• Acoustic Curtains: Hang heavy curtains to absorb sound reflections and reduce outside noise.
• Isolation Pads: Place isolation pads under your studio monitors and subwoofer to minimize vibrations.

Mixing Techniques for Pro-Level Audio

Mastering essential mixing techniques will take your productions to the next level. Consider these tips:

• Gain Staging: Maintain proper levels throughout your mix to prevent distortion and clipping.
• EQ and Compression: Shape your sounds with equalization and dynamic processing.
• Panning: Position elements within the stereo field for a balanced and immersive listening experience.
• Reverb and Delay: Create depth and ambiance with carefully applied reverbs and delays.

Mastering Tips: Polish Your Productions

Mastering is the final step in the production process. Use these tips to enhance the overall sound of your tracks:

• Volume Balancing: Ensure consistent volume levels across all tracks.
• Stereo Widening: Enhance the stereo image without compromising mono compatibility.
• Multiband Compression: Tame dynamics and add glue to your mix with multiband compression.
• Limiting: Apply subtle limiting to achieve a competitive loudness without sacrificing dynamics.

Wrapping Up: Your Dream Home Studio Awaits!

Congratulations! Armed with the knowledge from this ultimate guide, you're now well-equipped to set up your own home recording studio. Embrace your creativity, experiment with techniques, and let your passion for music drive you forward. Your dream studio is just a few steps away!
Now, start turning your musical visions into reality with the power of your own home recording studio. Get ready to create, produce, and share your unique sounds with the world.
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What was their temperature and what was your experience?
Last night around 11 my 4m old started to get really stuffy. That turned into a runny nose, which she's never had before.. I know, no big deal. But she was fussy all night and cranky. I was nervous she couldn't breathe and so I stayed up all night watching her chest move.
At one point (which was most likely hallucinations) I thought her ribs were contracting in and so I started to dress her and take her to the ER. It was about 4am. My husband stopped me and said I was being anxious and her breathing looked fine.
I was also monitoring her temperature all night. She developed a mild fever around 7am - 100.6 then just an hour later it went to 101.5 so im like surely this is dangerous?? Im bringing her to the ER. I called my pediatrician at 6 and she said we taking forever to call me back so I couldn't wait any longer.
When we got there, they kept asking "how many days" .. I said, "idk the exact amount of days shes 4 months old" .. they go "no, how many days has she had the fever". I said "days? She's had the fever for 1hr and a half"...... am I crazy for bringing my infant in that soon?? because I thought you bring them in if the temp is over 100.4 and I was being lenient waiting the hour after the 100.6.
Anyway, they basically just told me to do all I've been doing (saline, humidifier, snot sucker etc) and to give her infant Tylenol if another fever developed. She's doing much better now. I didn't even need to give her the Tylenol because her fever went and stayed down. I still haven't slept though so I'm pretty delulu atm.

So I bought a bought a copy of the paperback for my wife. Turns out this print is missing pages 433-464.
No pages are ripped out they are just missing.
Just wondering if anyone else has run into this problem.
Thanks.

I (f21) had a situationship with a man (m32) I know the age gap is questionable and a lot of people are going to have their opinions about that.
We met online and quickly met and got comfortable with each other and vibed well. He came across extremely charismatic and fun and always initiated plans to hang out, but it was in no means anything serious. Just a friendship with some fun. When I met him he was living with his sponsor and the sponsors girlfriend. And he was attending AA meetings weekly. I didn’t grow up knowing the life style he had and the world he came from. I was pretty sheltered. From what I knew, he was doing good for himself.
After about a month and a half of living in fantasy land with him I decided I wanted something more deep with someone but we could still be friends. We both sorta just moved on with our lives not contacting each other.
Until about a month later he randomly messages me saying he got kicked out recently and is at a hotel drinking. And he needed a friend. I know this is him relapsing and he needed someone but I knew I didn’t know how to handle these situations so I told him it wasn’t a good idea for me to go see him but I could talk to him through phone. He kept insisting he needed me as a friend with him so I went because I felt bad.
When I got there he was drunk, still drinking, encouraging me to drink and trying to make passes at me. After failing at those things he finally started talking. It was all deep and extremely dark and concerning which made my emotions get the best of me and we held each other and cried. I was just doing my best to comfort him. And as I was crying with him, he kept wanting to have sex. He was really pushing for sex. And I was uncomfortable and confused. I wanted to leave but I didn’t want to leave him alone.
At some point he was doing karaoke by himself in the room and it was getting late, so I suggested I leave since he seemed to be in better spirits. I had my key and wallet in my hand and he grabbed them from me in a playful way as in… oh come on, don’t be a downer and stay a little longer. So I did.
Eventually he asked me to go outside with him because he wanted to smoke. I don’t smoke but figured I could use some fresh air. As soon as we got out to the side door, he said he forgot his lighter and ran back to the room… I waited there for 10 minutes. It only took us a minute to get outside from his room. And I couldn’t get inside because I didn’t have the room key. The second set of doors to get in from the front locked at a certain time. I tried calling him, it went straight to voice mail. I know damn well this guy did not just abandon me then block me. And then I remember he took my keys. I’m a broke 21 year old so I wasn’t worried about my wallet but I started panicking about my car.
I’m crying walking out to the front of the hotel calling my best friend expecting my car to be gone, but it was still just sitting there. I sat by my car for about 5 minutes for this guy to finally call me back acting like nothing happened for me to be reacting the way that I am. His excuse was that he had to poop. And his phone was off.
It turned into this big argument just for him to say the whole reason why I’m here is that he needed help getting into rehab. Like it’s midnight at this point, he could’ve said something 4 hours ago.
I was extremely hesitant and put off because he made it really dramatic. Like making it seem like this big mysterious mission we’re gonna go on and for some reason no one in his family was willing to help him. Not even his best friend. Literally all he needed me to do was drive him. It would’ve been nice if it didn’t end up being 3 hours away though.
And again, I know nothing about these situations. I don’t know if there’s stigma around going to rehab, I thought it’s good to go to rehab but he was being real shady about the whole thing which made me think I wasn’t doing the right thing.
We both didn’t get any sleep because it took all night for him to get everything situated with his insurance and finding an open spot and him letting everyone know where he was going. Oh and by the way, they offered to send someone to pick him up. I still don’t know why he needed help. Anyways we left at 6am and got there at 9. He was very emotional and didn’t want to go which made me emotional. He was Literally sobbing and saying he doesn’t think he can do it. I cried with him and we were in the moment so we had an emotional movie like good bye make out. I cried the first 30 minutes driving home.
Anyways all this just for him to call me two days later to pick him up. He didn’t want to be there and his PO gave the okay to leave if he went to the hospital. I don’t really know how this stuff works. I felt obligated to drive another 3 hours to pick him up and 3 hours to take him where he needed to go. I know I’m being insensitive but it was all “what the heck” oh and also he said he regrets the kiss and feels bad because he has a girlfriend and the car ride was just awkward.
And for the next two months he’d call me needing something, food or a ride or whatever. I kinda dreaded helping him. It wasn’t from my heart and I knew he was using me but I thought I should be nice because I’d appreciate someone helping me if I was in his situation. My friends called me an enabler and I agreed. I refused to help him once and he got so mad and accused me of being jealous when I asked why his girlfriend can’t help him. He’s honestly emotionally draining me and I resented him. He was so obviously trying to manipulate me using his child for a sob story, getting me vulnerable to take advantage of me.
A few weeks after he’d leave me manic voice mails. Him saying if I don’t pick up he’s gonna jump in front of a bus or that he’s driving 80 on the backroads. I felt like an asshole for ignoring him and not caring. I did at first but he’s just crazy. But I also feel like an asshole for calling him crazy because he needs help but more from himself because i’m just enabling his behavior. I don’t know, he made me stop caring with all his suicide threats. I don’t like the person he made me be towards him. So I blocked him and his two new numbers.

So every time I get into vrchat, it’s basically fine getting in. I have a Quest 2 plugged into a Zephyrus G14 with a syntech cable, and vrchat usually runs smoothly when I first turn on my laptop, but afterwards, I lose frames and run like a stop motion animation, and worlds don’t even load correctly a lot of the time, they’ll be stuck in the loading screen on my headset, but they load in on my laptop screen, then I gotta restart vrchat. Idk if it’s cuz of the heat from my laptop or what, but it’s annoying.