^{This is a repost with new info, corrections and better formatting. Thanks for previous contributions! <3}
I've seen quite a few "All lost My Chemical Romance songs" and "My Chemical Romance rarities" posts, but they mostly all either:

A: Conflate "Lost" with "Rare" or "Not studio-produced" B: Aren't Sourced C: Incomplete D: Have disinfo E: Mistakenly include working titles for later released tracks as "lost"

So, here we go! I've gotten most of my info from a few archives and long-time fans in the community but I would love to hear any additions you have to add! The more eyes the better!

For clarity: Bullets = I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love Revenge = Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge LOTMS = Life on the Murder Scene TBP = The Black Parade TBPID = The Black Parade Is Dead! DD = Danger Days CW = Conventional Weapons TPK = The Paper Kingdom MDNSY = May Death Never Stop You

^{Tracks are listed in supposed creation order, then by discovery or release} Nine Volt Heart ^aka Android [..?] - Song title found in now-lost Flash player elements of My Chemical Romance's official site going back to at least 5/25/2002. According to a 2011 text interview by Cassie The Venomous with Gerard and Mikey, the song was played once live at NJ's Loop Lounge to bad reactions from the band and poor fanfare and as a result shelved from future releases. Later possibly reworked into an unreleased song named "'Android...' something?". Though according to a 2004 post by SpaceRaygun, a long-time friend of the band, Nine Volt Heart was instead reworked onto a Revenge track. ^{Fandom rumors going back to at least 5/3/2006 claim Nine Volt Heart was a cover of the Smashing Pumpkins' song Bodies albeit with slightly different lyrics. Although the poster's source songmeanings.net has since taken down the potentially false lyrics page.}
The Attic Demos ^aka Dreams ^\of/about]) Stabbing and/or Being Stabbed - A CD Distributed at early shows and among the band's circle. Later partially released on 2014's MDNSY, though these demos circulated the fandom pre-2014 from these promotional CDs.

Wish You Away ^aka Drowning Lessons Rough Mix - If community sources are to be believed (1) (2) (3) (4)) (5) a variant of The Attic Demos distributed among friends and family of the band contains recordings of 'Vampires Will Never Hurt You' titled "Stabbing" and 'Drowning Lessons' titled "Wish You Away" (Pre-release titles corroborated by the early instances of My Chemical Romance's website).
Stabbing ^aka Vampires Will Never Hurt You Demo - Found as of July 23rd, 2022. Demo released via Instagram from for Bullet's 20th anniversary. This CD was given to Nada Recording in 2002 prior to their recording of Bullets. Clip is partially cut off and downloaded through Instagram API.
Early Sunsets Over Monroeville Demo - An Attic Demo found by SpaceRaygun with an Early Sunsets Over Monroeville recording not included on MDNSY. Included in notable bootlegs such as Self-titled MP3 Collection released 2010. ~Fake demo debunked by (Friend of Matt Pelissier) and SpaceRaygun (The track's original source).

Sister to Sleep - One of the earliest songs written for Revenge, revealed in a 2003 interview as conceptualized for The Freddy vs. Jason Soundtrack before licensing fell through. It was re-conceptualized around The Sandman series of comics, where sleep is anthropomorphized as the titular Sandman, and his sister as Death. In its released form, the lyrics explore sleep as an analogy for death and themes of insomnia and institutionalization. Ultimately, the track was cut from release by producer Howard Benson. Two live recordings (1) (2) of this song have circulated the fandom for a number of years, with one found more recently all from the same show played in NYC's the Knitting Factory on 6/26/2003. On 10/17/2022, it was played once more in Inglewood during the RETURN Tour, albeit slightly different lyrics. Later, Frank spoke on a 2023 interview about using live footage for practice, likely explaining the difference in lyrics. In 2013 the band had stated in an interview potentially none of the members still possessed a copy of Sister to Sleep's demo recording (A claim still supported by Frank in a 2022 interview) except possibly for a soundcheck library recording Mikey was given from the Knitting Factory show. With renewed interest in the song, Matt Pelissier was asked via Twitter about the track. ^{If community sources \}1]) ^\2]) ^{are to be believed, a Twitter user "Martin" asked Gerard the whereabouts and existing number of these demos, Gerard would share that they lost the only existing copy moving from coast to coast a number of years ago. Martin then asked Matt about the demos to corroborate Gerard's story, which prompted Matt to reveal more info.} Matt claimed he was given an additional copy of Sister to Sleep, as were all of the band members, their studio and their label. Fans supposedly questioned his demo's legitimacy. (1) (2) (3) Matt then posted three 15 second clips of the track to his Instagram. These clips were DMCA claimed by Warner and Matt was threatened with potential legal action if he continued copyright violations. However, fans downloaded these clips before they were taken down. (1) (2) Afterwards, Matt was asked via text conversations by his Revenir bandmate u/dansplayslol11 after hearing the track if he still intended on leaking it. Matt explained that he didn't intend on releasing them being content as the apparent sole owner of the demo.

Manhattan Demos ^aka A-Demos - In 2013 the band had stated in an interview Sister to Sleep's studio recording existed on the "Manhattan Demos" or "A-Demos" as Ray called them that also contained demo material later released on LOTMS. Screenshots of other production tracklists around this time have also been leaked and released by several sources including Revenge producer Howard Benson. (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)

I'm Not Okay (I Promise) Demo - A 1 minute 4 second Clip of an I'm Not Okay demo uploaded by the YouTube channel AJ Serna in 2012 which contains the line "And never mind the drugs you took" instead of Revenge's release version "The photographs your boyfriend took" with notably worse recording quality. ^{This lyric was likely remnants from when the song served as the conclusion to the album with a spoken word outro by Daryl Palumbo \}Of Glassjaw, Head Automatica] and is more in-line with) ^{early production takes of the song.}
Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge Instrumentals - Instrumental versions of all 13 original Revenge tracks can be heard as backing tracks for the duration of LOTMS. Never released as a stand-alone instrumental promotional album unlike TBP.
Someone Out There Loves You - Released as a live performance on the official TBPID DVD as Track 30 with a live video. Unofficially titled 'Stay' by fans before its official title was revealed by Gerard on Twitter. Frank revealed in an interview with The Music that the song had a studio demo but "lyrical reservations" prevented its release.
MCRBlog 09' Demos - Throughout 2009, the band would post an occasional series titled 'Practice Cam' where they'd take photos and videos of whiteboards containing song titles. Fans like Cassie the Venomous were able to decipher some of these titles, and later corroborate them with at-the-time newly released live performances. (What was initially titled 'Siren Song' as a live performance eventually released as 'AMBULANCE', ect.) However, some of these teased titles never received accompanying live material. These include:

"Still Alive" ^\Also detailed in) ^{this interview.\}) "Teenage Girl" "Pretty [..?]" "Monster Jam" ^\This could be in reference to the video game 'Monster Jam: Masters of Mayhem' of which 'I'm Not Ok)' ^{appeared as an in-game track})^.\)

Hell Hath No Fury - This track was apparently credited to My Chemical Romance (1) (2) for 2012's The Man With The Iron Fists but never appeared on the movie's soundtrack. ^{It's theorized this track midway through the film is a snippet of the track.}
The Paper Kingdom - Proceeding DD's touring cycle, the My Chemical Romance began work on their 5th studio record before scrapping the album due to burnout, depression and unhealthy habits. (1) (2) Some of this material was likely posted by a user named Excalibur and sold for $10k+ on the leaked music website Leaked.cx in late September 2022. Snippets of these tracks with added auditory watermarks were provided by the leaker for legitimacy from tracks with the filenames "Dark Cloud", "Witch" and "Wake Up!". However, these clips were taken down by Warner both on leaked.cx and on other sites' reposts, likely validating the leak's legitimacy. One track recognized by Warner's automatic content ID system was entitled "Paper Swords" by My Chemical Romance.

The Foundations of Decay Sessions - According to comments by Excalibur made under leaked.cxs TPK leak, they also possessed demo sessions for the My Chemical Romance's 2022 release The Foundations of Decay. It was unclear whether these sessions were also purchased and vaulted alongside TPK's leak by the same or another buyer.

... These aren't exactly "lost", only ^\notable]) live performances with no evidence of official or studio variants: ^{FYI, any of these songs can be heard with a simple YouTube or Internet Archive search \}if I don't already link a primary or secondary source here.)
Everybody Tie Your Shoe - Stage banter on TBP's 2007 tour. Released on the 'Fans of Compilations' bootleg album in 2008.
The Drugs - A scrapped song played live sometime during 2009 during the Summer Sonic Festival. Later never released alongside the other CW-era singles or later DD material. Released as a live track on 'Still Chemical Dependency' bootleg album in 2009.
Everybody Hates the Eagles ^aka Kill Em' All ^aka DD Jam Session - A DD-era Jam Session repurposed for the My Chemical Romance's 2022-2023 tour and given lyrics with a variety of concluding lines rhyming or spinning on the phrase "Everybody Hates the Eagles". (1) (2) (3) (4)
... These aren't in any sense "lost". Some just aren't on streaming services, just obscure or with no official release: ^{FYI, any of these songs can be heard with a simple YouTube or Internet Archive search \}if I don't already link a primary or secondary source here.)
Jack the Ripper (cover) - Live cover of Morrissey's song released on the EP Like Phantoms, Forever in 2002 including live banter, then later released as a cut-down version on the Thank You for the Venom 7" in 2004. ^{Often mistaken for separate live and studio tracks such as mislabeling on the Self-titled MP3 Collection and other MP3 archives.}
Give Em' Hell, Kid Alt. Version - An alternate version of Give Em' Hell, Kid from iTunes.
Under Pressure (cover) - Cover of Queen and David Bowie's song as a collaboration with The Used made for release as a single and a bonus track for The Used's 2004 release 'In Love and Death'.
Astro Zombies (cover) - Cover of Misfits' song released for Tony Hawk's American Wasteland 2005.
I Never Told You What I Do For a Living Demo - Demo track released on LOTMS lyrically and sonically distinct from its Revenge release.
Bury Me in Black - Demo released first as a Japanese Revenge bonus track, later released internationally on LOTMS.
Desert Song - Complete studio track intended for Revenge, released exclusively on LOTMS.
Song 2 (cover) - Cover of Blur's song released on Radio 1's Live Lounge Album in 2006.
The Black Parade Instrumentals - Promotional CDr distributed to advertisers alongside TBP in 2006.
The Black Parade: The B-Sides - Includes My way Home Is Through You, Kill All Your Friends and Heaven Help Us. Released as a stand-alone b-side album in 2009 including bonus tracks released alongside TBP in 2006.
Desolation Row (cover) - Cover of Bob Dylan's song for release with Watchmen (2009) with an accompanying promotional music video set in the Watchmen universe.
All I Want for Christmas Is You (cover) - Cover of Mariah Carey's song for 2009's Christmas compilation album Gift Wrapped: 20 Songs That Keep On Giving.
We Don't Need Another Song About California - Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys iTunes Deluxe bonus track.
Zero Percent - Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys Japanese bonus track.
Sing Single - Radio edit and instrumental single of Sing released in 2010.
The Mad Gear and Missile Kid EP - Collection of songs written during DD's production (Black Dragon Fighting Society being written before DD), intended to be My Chemical Romance's in-universe proxy. Released with DD's 2010 box set and released digitally for the first time in 2022.
Bulletproof Heart Single - Radio edit and instrumental single of Bulletproof Heart released in 2011.
Planetary (GO!) Remixes - Planetary (GO!) single remixes by Lags Gallows & Vasquez/Gorman released in 2011.
Common People (cover) - Cover of Pulp's song for BBC Radio 1, Released on the 2011 The Only Hope For Me Is You EP.
Every Snowflake is Different (Just Like You) - A track made for the show Yo' Gabba Gabba in 2011. Made alongside a music video featured on the show. Notably similar to S/C/A/E/C/O/W and preformed live by My Chemical Romance on tour the same year.
#SINGItForJapan - Full orchestral Japanese instrumental version of SING following earthquakes and tsunamis that devastated Japan in 2011. Released as a single alongside a YouTube upload and merchandise to raise money for Japanese charities.
The Kids from Yesterday Remixes - Australian-exclusive box set released 2012 including remixes from Dan P. Carter, Lags Gallows and Vazquez/Gorman.
Fake Your Death - The first track on May Death Never Stop You and released as a single. Theorized as originally made for TPK. Aside: I hear his VERY widely talked about as a fact, butthe main article citedis mistakenly referencing Gerard's solo work. As likely as this rumor is, there is no evidence.
Black Parade / Living with Ghosts - Black Parade's 10-year anniversary release including a variety of TBP demos both scrapped and reworked onto the 2006 release.
Welcome to the Black Parade (Steve Aoki 10th Anniversary Remix) - Remix of Welcome to the Black Parade by Steve Aoki for TBP's 10th Anniversary.
... Specific thanks to u/mj2000p, u/Tongara, u/danplayslol11, SpaceRaygun and Party in the affiliated My Chemical Romance Discord for previous edits. To see the edits check out my original post.

Please do not harass or beg band members or those affiliated with the band for unreleased material. Archival efforts are important but many of these songs fall under copyright and/or hold great personal value. Be respectful in reaching out to potential leads.

If anyone has better sources, anything else to correct or add I'd love to add to what I have and will credit.
Thanks for all the help! <3 Happy 20 years to Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge! :3

necesito confesar algo que me pasó con mi hermana

Qué tal, muchá. Justo vi un video donde preguntaban esto. Me da curiosidad qué piensan ustedes, ¿cómo utilizarían su superpoder en mi Guatemalita? ¿Cuál quisieran si es que lo quisieran? ¿Por qué?
Comienzo yo con la teletransportación. Sería mucho más ecológico y evataría el pinshi tráfico.

Mia moglie è andata al mare da una sua collega con i bambini per cui stamani ne ho approfittato per fare dei 'lavori in casa' e farmi i cazzi miei cazzo.
I lavori consistevano nel mettere l'irrigazione in terrazzo, quel cazzo di tubino nero di merda con gli spruzzini che poi alla fine è anche divertente che devo usare il cervello e non l'uso mai.
Insomma in 15 minuti avevo già fatto tutto che ho rimesso uguale all' anno scorso e allora mi sono detto 'fanculo, ora mi fo una sega e invito i miei amici a pranzo '.
Ma i pochi amici che mi sentirei di invitare a casa son tutti al mare o con la famiglia, tranne un certo Dizzy che ecco, una volta ogni 2/3 settimane ma non di più lo vedo sempre volentieri.
Dizzy avrebbe potuto fare ingegneria nucleare a Ginevra o sarebbe potuto diventare un campione in qualche sport, ma come tutti noi si è ammazzato di canne e non ha compicciato una sega e va bene così eh sai che palle sennò.
Dizzy è il tipico tamarro Fiorentino.
Il tamarro Fiorentino è un tipo particolare, nato ovviamente nella periferia di Firenze, battuta pronta, sempre la fica in testa, un cuore viola fino allo sfinimento, un senso della giustizia di un che Guevara e tanto odio per gli sbirri (tranne quelli del quartiere che si rispettano a vicenda) coi quali cerca SEMPRE la lite. È così.
In più adesso ha una deriva anti-giovani che non hanno le palle, non rispettano le persone, ecc ecc, quest'inverno è andato a casa del su babbo a prendere il pennato perché c'erano dei ragazzi che hanno menato dei tipi così per divertirsi (per fortuna non gli ha trovati più). E non ci andava per farli male eh, quello solo se costretto, ci andava per educarli MA DAVVERO FA STE COSE. È un Socrate moderno e proletario ha la parlata del Ceccherini ma lo stile di Ken shiro, però con i tatuaggi anche sulle mani e la panda verde acqua
Insomma Dizzy ha tirato un cazzotto al muro mentre era al circolino quindi si sta facendo un mese in malattia in cui si sta sfondando di canne e Diablo 4 online e veramente la sua salute mentale ne sta risentendo (vocali sulla chat di 6 minuti, video di lui che va alla municipale perché uno al telefono non so vhe gli ha detto ecc) quindi mi fa anche piacere parlarci un po'.
Ho comprato l'air fraier XXL e quindi voglio testarla con tutti i surgelati che ho in casa quindi inizia tempesta di birre e fritto già alle 11, e cazzo se mangio e bevo viene voglia di fumare ma ho smesso porcamadonna che palle allora mi fo drummini di CBD.
Ora il problema è che Dizzy fuma come un drago porcodio, e non è che fuma solo la ganja fa dei missili incredibili che spalma fuori di una resina che estrae col butano dagli scarti delle piante che impunito si coltiva ad uso personale (anche perché sennò dovrebbe andare a fare le rapine che gli partiranno minimo 600€ al mese).
E allora sticazzi via metto un po' di questa cera sul purino di CBD. Ha un odore di rose misto a limone misto a poesia Cristo come può questa cosa farmi male?
Ecco, non è che fa male infatti, mi fa venire addirittura la ridarella che era tanto non mi veniva a fumare canne. E se mi fossi fermato li sarebbe anche andato tutto bene ma accidenti a Dioniso la botta è come la luna: se non cresce cala.
Insomma la bolla arriva e mi chiude dentro di sé. Fuck. Dizzy continua a parlare, anche perché non si cheta un secondo (è quello il motivo per cui lo vedo volentieri ma ogni tanto) e perdo continuamente il filo del discorso. CAFFÈ CAZZO CI VUOLE UN BEL CAFFÈ. Scendo in cucina ma l'entusiasmo del festino di prima è sparito: La cucina È UN DISASTRO.
Mia moglie è andata al mare e mi ha graziato di farmi stare per i cazzi miei ma tutto deve essere PERFETTO cazzo quando torna sennò mi fracassa la minchia. Mi sale l'ansia della casalinga che ha paura che il marito ubriacone la picchi quando torna a casa. Ah già ma dovevo fare il caffè. 'oh Mike vuoi una mano?' sento da su. 'No No! Col cazzo già non riesco a concentrarmi di mio ho bisogno di silenzio'. Mi dico di iniziare a pulire
La cucina dicevo è un disastro (a cui si aggiungerà dopo quello fatto dalla preparazione del caffè) che magari in 20 minuti facevo tutto ma il tempo adesso è un altra dimensione. Ci sono i fottuti briciolini gialli dei surgelati, c'è plastica da mettere nel sacco apposito, ci sono i fazzoletti e gli ossi delle ali di pollo da mettere nell' organico. Ci sono le bottiglie di birra, e le devo portare in un altro posto rispetto a dove butto la plastica e l'organico!!!
Insomma un casino, l'ansia mi pervade, devo cercare di dire a Dizzy di andare perché devo mettere a posto.
Insomma salgo su e Dizzy mi dice che prende il caffè e deve andare perché deve andare a votare prima dell' orario della mutua!
Cazzo no! Da solo ho l'ansia a stare strafatto in quella casa sempre piena di casino e urli ad ultrasuoni mi è morta anche la gatta qualche mese fa.
In più MI ERO COMPLETAMENTE DIMENTICATO DI DOVER ANDARE A VOTARE PORCODIO nonostante parte della mattina sarebbe dovuta servire a leggere due cose per capire chi cazzo votare alle europee ( al comune già lo so figurati).
Allora ok vado a votare e poi rimetto a posto.
Mi metto la maglietta rossa del che Guevara come da tradizione di quando vado a votare, e constato che in effetti sono sempre andato anche in botta a votare ma vabbè.
Prendo il borsino e vado a piedi al vecchio asilo nido dei miei figli. Un posto pagato milioni dalla comunità Europea tutto figo stile nord Europa che dio maiale è l'ultimo posto che dovresti usare per farci andare la gente e farci cacare i carabinieri due giorni ma fa sembrare fighi quelli dell' amministrazione uscente.
Per strada spero di non incontrare nessuno, ovviamente invece becco un pio di genitori dei compagni di classe dei miei figli a cui faccio sempre la stessa battuta: alla domanda 'che vai a votare ' rispondo ' si vo a votare le palle'. Fa ridere solo me da anni ma non ho ancora trovato un modo ironico migliore per trollare un po' questo momento.
Mi SOVVENGO CHE NEL BORSINO C'È IL CAZZO DI CBD E FA PURE PUZZO. MI SOVVENGO CHE CI SONO I CARABINIERI E sembro un facinoroso che ho occhiali da sole anche se è nuvolo e la maglietta del Che fottuto Guevara porcodio.
Mi viene in mente di andare a casa a cambiarmi la maglietta e levare il cbd, faccio cento metri ma ribecco altre persone che non voglio assolutamente vedere nel mio stato di fattanza quindi dico fanculo.
I carabinieri perlomeno mi sembrava a me ovviamente mi squadrano dalla testa i piedi che sembro abbastanza un personaggio oggettivamente. Mi tiro su gli occhiali che gli sbirri vanno guardati negli occhi senza occhiali da sole si sa e metto pure un aria di sfida (nel borsino ho anche un Victorinox tanto per non farmi mancare nulla in caso di perquisia)
Vabbè come cazzo funzionava? Ah già c'è un numerino sulla scheda elettorale. Mi sembra tutto una buffonata, ed è tutto veramente surreale, e soprattutto son riusciti a far diventare orribile e puzzolente un posto bello e profumato di abete porcamadonna ma come cazzo è possibile pure le cicche in terra dove ci giocano i bambini hanno buttato ste teste di cazzo.
Comunque, alle comunali volevo votare il babbo di una mia amica che è veramente una bbrava persona ma che ah un nome tipo 'grugnelli' e ci sono candidato anche uno che si chiama 'ghirundinelli' insomma qualcosa del genere. piuttosto che dare il voto a uno sbagliato mi taglio il cazzo quindi mi metto a leggere il cognome sul cellulare, spre davanti agli sbirri che ovviamente stupiti che qualcuno guardi davvero quella lista di nomi.
NEL PRENDERE IL CELLULARE MI CASCA DAL BORSINO IL BORSINO NERO DEL TABACCO DOVE C'È IL CBD. Panico e paura ma seria eh. Faccio un verso da proncipessa tipo 'OH!' e raccolgo la borsetta. Il carabiniere mi guarda. Porcodio cazzo ma che cazzo di coglione di merda che sono in che cazzo di situazione del cazzo così a caso mi sono messo ma per cosa poi????
Ovviamente non succede nulla. Ma figurati cazzo gliene fregava al carabiniere che sta li due giorni nel piccolo comune a sentir scoreggiare le vecchie di rompere le palle ad un 40 enne italiano.
Comunque insomma alla fine all' europee ho votato quelli che mi sembravano più a sinistra che hanno anche il simbolo diviso coi verdi e ho appena scoperto che probabilmente prenderanno pochi voti e che se non superano il 4% non serve ad un cazzo averli votati ma vabbè

Mi hermana es una cerda abusiva
Mi hermana es hija de otro papá. Yo dejé de verla cuando tenia como 3 años. Su papá que abusó de mi las educó para odiarme. Vistas desde afuera tienen,las dos,una actitud de servidas. Ya tienen mas de 30 años y mi mamá todavía les ayuda hasta a vestirse. Una de ellas es autista,la mediana. Pero la otra solo es una mentirosa patológica, narcisista. Abusa de mi mamá, le grita y mi mamá es muy servil con ella.
A la estupida no se le puede ni levantar la voz porque mi mamá sale a defenderla. Si ella hace una grosería como erutar o querer manosear a mis hijos mi mamá se hace la loca. El tema de siempre es su papá y lo mucho que lo odian y todas las cosas que les pasaba con el.
Ni yo hablo tanto de el que me fui joven de la casa porque no aguanteé sus abusos.
La verdad no sé que hacer. Me quita la paz. Y para estas fiestas he planeado salidas a un hotel todos juntos, ya salimos para el cumpleaños de mi mamá y me quitó toda tranquilidad. Ahora me falta navidad y estoy tan arrepentida. La quiero lejos,la verdad no me molestaría que se muriera.
Y de hecho creo que es lo que mi mamá quisiera porque la deja comer todo lo que quiera aunque le haga daño.
Solo queria desahogarme porque me ha arruinado los días de vacaciones. No quiero ni hablarle ni verla a la cara ni nada. Cuando estamos juntas es super incómodo porque ella hace de todo para incomodarme.
No la soporto.

Throwaway account per ovvi motivi.
Sono un ragazzo di 22 anni, fidanzato da 5 anni con la stessa ragazza, e penso di avere un problema con la masturbazione.
Non gli ho mai dato tanto peso perchè negli anni passati pensavo fosse normale, per via dell'adolescenza, comportarsi in questa maniera, ma ora credo che la cosa stia prendendo una brutta piega:
da quando ho 15 anni, mi masturbo quotidianamente, anche più volte al giorno. Alterno periodi in cui mi masturbo su video porno/gif su reddit ad altri, lunghi, periodi in cui invece mi masturbo guardando foto pubblicate sui social da amiche e altre ragazze che conosco personalmente o di vista, tanto da avere avuto negli anni diversi archivi in cui salvavo e catalogavo le foto di queste ragazze per "usarle" in seguito.
Ovviamente, sono del tutto consapevole che questo è sbagliatissimo, tanto che negli anni ho diverse volte cancellato tutte le foto promettendomi di non fare più una cosa del genere, ma puntualmente dopo un po' di tempo ci ricascavo e tornavo a fare quello che facevo prima.
Non ho problemi nella vita di tutti i giorni, sono una persona normale che ride, scherza, esce ed ha la sua vita, ma questo mi causa problemi nella sfera privata, ad esempio togliendomi tempo allo studio o avendo raramente delle performance sessuali penose dovute al fatto di essermi masturbato prima.
Non so se è il posto giusto ma vorrei una volta per tutte smetterla di comportarmi in questa maniera e vivere serenamente. Scrivo qui perchè non mi sentirei per nulla a mio agio a parlarne di persona con qualcuno.

Ayer, tras las intensas lluvias en Cartago, muchos comenzaron a debatir acá en Redit y en otras plataformas sobre la idoneidad del terreno donde se está construyendo el nuevo hospital. Se cuestionó si realmente esa área es adecuada debido a los supuestos problemas de aguas en la zona. Lo interesante es cómo el canal de noticias Tri Visión, conocido por su afinidad con el gobierno, publicó un video con un contexto limitado, promoviendo una visión negativa que coincidía con sus propios intereses. Hoy, después de una avalancha de comentarios que señalaban claramente su sesgo, rectificaron la información.
Mi opinión es que, lamentablemente, el extremismo en cualquier posición puede llevar a los periodistas a tomar malas decisiones con el fin de generar controversia. Esto solo alimenta la desinformación entre su público afín.

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Last year, when my ten year prison "stint" was finally up, and I re-entered society, I encountered some... obstacles.
Obstacles like.. Lack of upward mobility. Prejudices and stigmas. Wages and earnings lower than the general population. Undesirable and oftentimes dangerous jobs. And lack of protection from wrongful termination.
Not to mention, an already tough job market, and the fact that my parole required that I maintain steady employment, or face re-incarceration.
Which is why, when I finally got a job offer, after six months of aggressive job hunting, I jumped at the opportunity, giving absolutely no fucks as to how I was actually making ends meet.
"Ever operate a freight elevator before?" Mr. Winfred, the manager of "The Cornelius" and my new boss, asked me my first day on the job.
"No, sir." I replied honestly, as I ran my fingers along the doors of the antiquated contraption, the only remaining evidence of the recently renovated luxury building's ancient past.
"Normally these old things aren't used for passengers, but the building's pretentious designers thought it might add a certain charm to its otherwise sterile decor. Which is where you come in." He continued, as I heard him slide open the freight elevator's outside doors...
SLAM!
...Followed by its scissored metal inside doors.
SCREEEECH!
I heard Mr. Winfred step inside and, using my cane, scanned the interior of the rather large elevator, which must have been eight feet by eight feet, and followed him in.
Instantly, my nose was hit with an overpowering, musty scent, like the kind you'd smell in a basement, combined with your grandmother's attic.
He then closed both doors behind us.
SLAM!
SCREEEECH!
"Now this here." Mr Winfred added, taking my hand and placing it on the handle of a lever, "Is how you move the elevator from floor to floor. Up for up. Down for down. You'll hear a click when you reach each floor, which will be helpful for someone like yourself." He said, clearly calling attention to the fact that I'm blind.
Someone like myself? I scoffed internally. You ignorant, entitled piece of shit.
Truth is, I've always had a bit of a short fuse. Which I guess, looking back on it, is what got me into prison in the first place.
But in my ten years of incarceration, I was given tools to combat my anger issues. Tools like reminding myself that it was nothing new. Assholes like him were always dropping unintentional microaggressions. It had been something I'd grown used to, and given my probation, wasn't a battle worth fighting.
"Yes sir." I replied through my teeth, as I begrudgingly swallowed my pride.
"Now, why don't you spend today practicing. Our first residents don't move in until tomorrow."
—
In just a matter of a week or so, as the doors of "The Cornelius" opened to its new tenants, I learned pretty much everything I needed to know about the job.
Said tenants were rich. Very rich. And most of them acted as such. Entitled. Obnoxious. Holier than thou. Especially given my own social class. But a few of them weren't so bad, and tipped well.
Mr. Winfred's assistant, Jane, was a lovely human being. Patient, kind, thoughtful, understanding. Especially when compared to both the building's uptight residents, and Mr. Winfred himself. It had been years since I had dated, and the very thought of meeting a partner stressed me out to no end, but if I was to find someone, I hoped she'd be like Jane.
The elevator didn't open on the basement level. As I'd learned countless times, it was possible to go there, but the doors simply wouldn't open.
The old freight itself was finicky as fuck. Stop the lever one second too early, or one second too late, and when the doors open, you're halfway between a floor. But eventually, I got used to it, to the point where most of the building's tenants assumed the role of freight operator had always been my job. And when you're good at your service job, and do it with a smile on your face, the tips start flowing.
And so, all was well for the first couple weeks on the job...
...A seemingly refreshing return to normalcy, after ten long years...
...Until...
...The disappearances started happening.
—
I was just arriving to work one day, when I heard about the first disappearance.
"Have you seen - I mean, have you been in contact with Elizabeth Davis? From room 401?" Mr. Winfred asked, after correcting himself. Something he did often, which continued to annoy me.
"Um." I replied, unsure of where he was going with the question. "Not since yesterday. She got back from work, and I brought her up to the fourth floor. But come to think of it, I don't think she rode the elevator down this morning. Like she usually does."
"Interesting." My boss replied, before continuing. "She disappeared yesterday."
"Disappeared?" I asked.
"Yeah, husband said she never came home last night."
"Hmm. Well I know for certain that I brought her to the fourth floor. Did you check the hallway surveillance footage?"
"Not yet. Unfortunately the building inspector's in today, and I won't have time until tomorrow. Let's hope she just went somewhere, or got lost. In the meantime, keep an eye out - I mean - just, let me know if you hear of anything suspicious."
"Yes sir," I replied, once again resisting the urge to snap on him, before heading for the elevator, where I started the day's shift.
SLAM!
SCREEEECH!
That day, I did my best to do as Mr. Winfred had asked, and listened carefully for any signs of mischief.
But the day went on, business as usual and by the end of the day, I hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary...
...Except... The only thing of note was a difference in Mr. Lawrence's demeanor. The tenant of room 805, he was a salesman, and acted like one. When I say the man could talk, the man could talk. To a point where whenever he was a passenger in the old freight elevator, despite the long ride from floor one to floor eight, I'd rarely have a chance to get a word in.
But this time... was different. This time, Mr. Lawrence entered the elevator chatting away, just as he always did. But about halfway up, he just... stopped talking. And the thing about my job is, if someone chooses to talk or not talk, it's their decision, and none of my business. So I left him alone, and when we reached the eighth floor, I simply said goodnight. To which, he didn't reply.
Must be going through something. I thought to myself, having been unable to truly get a sense of his composure, without being able to see him, before closing the double doors and heading off to help the next passenger.
SLAM!
SCREEEECH!
—
Later that night, Mr. Winfred called me into his office, and asked me to take a seat beside his assistant, Jane.
"Mr. Owens. Are you aware of the situation that's going on in the building?" He asked, in an interrogating tone.
"Um... yes, you told me about it yesterday. The disappearance, sir." I replied.
"Disappearances now. Plural." He said sternly.
"But... who else?" I asked.
"Mr. Lawrence."
"What happened to him?"
"Well, to be honest, I was hoping you could tell me. Cause much like Ms.Davis, the last place he was seen was going into your elevator."
"What about the cameras in the hallways?"
"I'm afraid that after reviewing the tapes, after stepping into your elevator, neither Ms. Davis, or Mr Lawrence, ever stepped out."
"But that's... not... possible."
"Mr. Owens. I'm going to give you an opportunity. Is there anything you want to tell me? I know you have a sordid past."
"Mr. Winfred!" Jane interjected, clearly offended by his words, and implications.
"Quiet, Jane." He scolded, before continuing. "Answer the question, Mr. Owens."
I didn't know what to say. I was so shocked, so flustered, by what he was implying, that I simply froze.
"Mr. Owens!" He screamed.
"I... I... don't know!" I cried out, as I heard Jane squirm in her seat. "I'm telling you, the last time I heard from either of them, I took them up to their floors. But I'm-"
"You're what! Blind?"
"Well, yes sir. I don't see what goes on inside the elevator. I just let them on and off."
"Mr. Owens. If they got on your elevator, and never got off, where could they possibly have gone?"
"I... don't... know." I replied, at this point, wanting to grab him by force, demand that he never speak to me that way again, and scream out my innocence. But my next parole appointment was the following week, so once again, all I could do was just bite my tongue.
Mr. Winfred paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and regained his composure.
"Mr. Owens, I could go to the police now. And that would be very bad for someone like you."
Fuck. He's right. I thought to myself, realizing, that if he went to the police, and I was even remotely suspected of what was going on in the building, it was back to prison for me.
"But lucky for you," He continued, "There are things going on in the building that I wouldn't want to bring unwanted attention to. And for that reason, I have decided not to go to the police... yet. But consider this a warning. And know, that I have a repairman coming first thing tomorrow morning to install a security camera inside the freight elevator, so I can see what exactly it is that you're doing in there."
I had know idea how to react to Mr. Winfred's continued accusations. So I simply remained silent.
"Now get out of here and go home! We'll reconvene on this tomorrow." He said dismissively, before Jane walked me out of the room, down the hall, and outside the building, where I planned to return home for the night.
—
Fifteen minutes later, we were at a bar down the street, where Jane apparently frequented.
"But where could they possibly have gone?" I asked her, my hands trembling at both the thought of people disappearing in the elevator, and that it was happening under my watch.
"Thing is," Jane said, as she finished her beer. "There's something you should know about the building."
""The Cornelius"?"
"No, from before it was called that. It used to be a factory of some kind."
"Is that what Mr. Winfred was talking about when he said that there were things going on in the building? That he didn't want to bring unwanted attention to?"
"Well, yes and no. Yes, in a sense, that Mr. Winfred cut some corners, and rather than fully renovate the entire warehouse, he simply walled off entire sections of the old structure. Like the basement."
"And no?"
"No, in a sense, that even Mr. Winfred doesn't know what's really going on in the elevator. Sure, it'd be easy to pin it on you, especially with your criminal record - no offense... but even he knows that it's probably something... else."
"Something else?"
"See, that's where things get hazy. Because no one knows what exactly went on at the factory, before it became "The Cornelius." But rumors have it... it was laboratory of some kind, and some fucked up shit went on inside there."
"Like what?"
"That, my friend. I don't know. But what I do know is... I better be getting to bed."
"Fair enough. Well, thanks for the drink, and the support." I said with a smile, as we made our way out of the bar.
"Yeah, don't let Mr. Winfred get to you. And try not to worry too much."
—
Contrary to Jane's suggestion, that night I worried... a lot. About the disappearances, what might be causing them, whatever may have gone on in the factory, and most importantly, about everything getting pinned on me.
I couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning in bed as my mind raced. And each time I finally passed out, I'd wake up in a panic attack, my heart pounding, short of breath and in a cold sweat.
But it didn't stop there. The uncomfortable feeling of terror and fear, accompanied by the vibrating sensation of adrenaline pumping through my body, remained well into the next morning, when I stepped back into the elevator, terrified by what might be going on inside there.
Please don't leave me alone in this fucking thing. I thought to myself.
And within a matter of minutes, my prayers were answered.
"How goes it?" The surveillance installation worker called out, his cheery disposition contrary to mine.
"Um... not too bad." I replied, lying through my teeth, as he stepped inside.
But after a minute or two of sharing the elevator with him, my fears lessened and my body relaxed, comforted by the positive conversation, and the metallic, clinking sounds of the installation.
Everything's okay. The doors are open. And he's talking. I thought to myself.
But eventually, the man finished installing the camera, and began wrapping up the job.
"Well, that's it! Camera's all installed and running now." He called out. "Let's just take the elevator for a spin and make sure we don't lose the signal."
"Yes, of course." I replied, before reaching for the double doors...
SLAM!
SCREEEECH!
..And moving the lever up.
We started moving.
"Fascinating job, I must say, elevator operator. But I suppose you could say the same for mine."
"Pays the bills." I replied, feigning a chuckle.
If he's here, and he's talking, then I'm safe. I continued to reassure myself.
But a few minutes into our ascent, just like Mr. Lawrence... the man... suddenly stopped talking.
"Alright, looks like it's working fine. We can head back down and-"
SILENCE.
"Hello?" I asked.
But he didn't respond.
Fuck. I thought to myself, realizing that whatever caused Ms. Davis, and Mr. Lawrence, and seemingly now the repairman to disappear, could still be in the elevator with me.
Standing there, shaking, sweat rolling down my brow, I backed myself into the corner of the elevator, as I reached for the lever, pressed it down, and the elevator began to make its descent back to the ground floor.
When I finally reached the lobby...
DING!
I scrambled to open the doors...
SLAM!
SCREEEECH!
...And darted out, gasping for air, expecting to find a safe haven.
But instead, all I heard was the sound of Mr. Winfred's voice. "Where is the repairman?"
—
A few minutes later, I was once again sitting in Mr. Winfred's office, next to Jane, this time attempting to explain what had happened.
"...And then he stopped talking! Just like Mr. Lawrence."
"You know what, Mr. Owens. I'm tired of your excuses. And now that we have a working camera in the elevator, it's time to find out what's really going on inside there." He threatened, as I heard him clicking away on his computer, clearly reviewing the footage.
"Please do!" I cried out, "I'm telling you, it's not me."
That's when... Mr. Winfred, and Jane, both went silent.
"Hello?" I called out, unable to see what was really going on. Given the fact that my passengers had recently been going silent, the thought crossed my mind that they too had disappeared, but I could still hear their breathing in the room. Breathing, that sounded like it was increasing rapidly...
...Until they broke the silence.
"Oh... my..." Jane said, struggling to catch her breath.
"That can't be. Let me rewind the tape." Mr. Winfred mumbled, the most scared I had ever heard him.
"What is it?" I asked, as they seemingly played back the video.
I would later find out from Jane that the footage would show myself and the repairman in the elevator, as a slithering, grotesque, humanoid figure, suddenly climbed down from the roof of the elevator, wrapped it's slimy arms around the repairman, then somehow hopped back out of the elevator, and pulled the man up with it. Leaving me standing there, completely unaware of what had just happened.
But in that moment, Mr. Winfred must have realized the... complications associated with reporting such a bizarre phenomenon, and instead decided to finally pin it on me.
"Mr. Owens, you shouldn't have done that!" He cried out.
"Mr. Winfred, what are you talking about?" Jane asked, "You and I just watched the same footage."
That's when I heard him drag a file to his computer's trash and delete it.
CRUNCH.
"Stay out of this, Jane. This man has killed three people in the elevator. I knew I shouldn't have hired an ex con!"
"But sir, I didn't-" I tried to reply, before he interrupted.
"Mr. Owens, I'm picking up the phone, and calling the police. I'd suggest you just stay put."
"But Mr. Winfred, I'm telling you, I didn't do anything!"
"Yes, is this 911? I'm the manager of "The Cornelius" and I'd like to report three murders in my building."
"We'd better go." I heard Jane say, as I felt her place her hand on my shoulder.
"And yes, I have reason to believe the killer is our elevator operator, an ex convict, who is sitting right in front of me."
"Come on, let's go!" Jane screamed, as she tugged at my shirt, I hopped up from my seat, and she led me out of the office, down the hall, and into... of all places... the old freight elevator, as she explained to me what she had seen on the surveillance tape.
—
SLAM!
SCREEEECH!
"Take us to the basement!" Jane called out.
"But the basement is walled off." I replied.
"Just do it!" She insisted, before I moved the lever down and the elevator began to move.
I spent the ride catching my breath, until we finally reached the basement level.
DING!
"Now what?" I asked.
But Jane didn't reply.
"Jane?"
Oh fuck. I thought to myself. The monster.
That's when I turned to the center of the freight elevator, where Jane had been standing, reached out into the unknown...
...And sure enough, felt the cold, slimy, skin of the creature, wrapped around Jane's face, preventing her from making a sound.
Not knowing what else to do, I gripped its disgusting appendages with both hands, and slowly pried it off Jane, as she let out a...
...SCREAM..
...And the monster's arm quickly slithered away, back up through the roof of the freight.
Jane dropped to the ground, coughing violently.
"You okay?" I asked her.
But rather than responding, she simply handed me something...
....I opened my fist, to find a pair of keys.
"The lock above the lever. Unlock it." She instructed, still coughing, as I felt around the lever, found the lock, inserted the key, and unlocked it.
CLICK.
"The doors. They should open now." Jane said, as she stood up, having finally caught her breath.
SCREEEECH!
SLAM!
—
We arrived in the dark basement to smell the same, musty odor from the freight elevator.
After her eyes adjusted and she scanned our surroundings, Jane informed me that this floor looked nothing like the other eight, newly renovated floors, with their modern feel and minimalistic designs.
Instead, the basement was a window into the building's former self, when it had been a factory. Its walls brick and crumbling, its floors concrete and cracked.
And scattered everywhere, were the dusty remnants of laboratory equipment. Devices, machines, tanks, most of which were destroyed, or disconnected, or both.
"What went on down here?" I asked.
"From the looks of it, something inhumane," Jane said, after she picked up a few tattered pieces of paper from one of the lab stations, and told me what was on it.
"The first page looks like some sort of a diagram, of a man being pumped with chemicals from tanks. And the second, a drawing... of the creature from the elevator. In pencil beside it, someone appears to have labeled it "The Silencer.""
Silencer. I thought to myself, before remembering that the creature seemed to always silence the sounds of its victims, and to have been repulsed by Jane's scream. At the same time, it had never bothered me in the elevator, as I tended to stand there in silence.
But before I could dwell too much on the thought, Jane interrupted.
"If you don't mind my asking. What did you go to prison for in the first place?" She asked.
"It's okay," I said, surprised she had waited this long to ask, before contemplating the best way to explain what had happened. "’Cause of my temper. Some guy was being a dick on the train platform. We got into a scuffle, and he accidentally fell into the tracks."
"Over what? Did he insult you? Your blindness?"
"No, I'm afraid not." I replied, "We were drunk... and arguing over... a basketball game, of all things. He was... my friend."
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay."
Jane put her hand on my shoulder, and we stood there in silence for a moment...
...Until suddenly, we heard the sound of Mr. Winfred, and the police approaching, as they ran down what must have been a hidden set of stairs from the ground level to the basement.
"Come on, follow me!" Jane called out, as she took me by the hand and led me into what I'd soon discover was a labyrinthian network of old passages, while the police and Mr. Winfred both called out to us.
"This is the police! Put your hands on your head, and turn yourself in!"
"You're trapped, Mr. Owens! Just confess your crimes, and you'll simply go back to jail!"
We continued to run deeper and deeper into the passages, as our pursuers began to close in on us, their footsteps getting closer... and closer... and closer...
...Until suddenly, the sound of their footsteps was replaced by that of...
...SCREAMING...
...And they suddenly went...
...SILENT.
"What the?" Jane whispered.
"The creature." I whispered. "It must be down here."
That's when we hatched a plan.
—
Having found our way out of the labyrinth and back to the entrance of the laboratory, where we had arrived in the old freight elevator, I found myself standing alone, waiting, as I nervously tapped my cane on the basement floor, Jane having gone off on her own.
That's when I heard Mr. Winfred emerge from the passages, alone, and call out to me.
"Mr. Owens! There's nowhere to run! Even your beloved elevator is gone. You're cornered." He taunted, as I backed towards the elevator and tapped at it with my cane, its doors open, its shaft empty.
"What did you say?" I asked, encouraging him to talk louder.
"What are you, deaf now too?" The ignorant old man snapped back. "I said, you have nowhere to run!"
"I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me," I said sarcastically, pointing to my ears. "Can you repeat that again?"
That's when Mr. Winfred began approaching and screamed, "You worthless, ex con! I knew I shouldn't have hired you in the first place! And now, you'll go back to where you belong!"
But suddenly...
...Mr. Winfred went SILENT...
...As the creature must have wrapped its slimy tentacles around his face.
That's when I seized the opportunity, ran over to Mr. Winfred, gripped the cold body of the creature, which was indeed wrapped around him, turned, and flung them both behind me, into the hollow elevator shaft...
SLAM!
...Before hitting the "Up" button on the wall, and calling the freight elevator down.
Suddenly, the gears of the elevator above could be heard turning away, and the machine began its quick descent down.
"Mr. Owens, no!" Mr. Winfred cried out, clearly now separated from the creature.
I froze for a moment, as my mind raced back to the night of the tragic accident, when my friend called out to me from the train tracks, and I was unable to save him in time...
....Until I eventually snapped myself out of it, and willed myself to save Mr. Winfred, no matter how evil the asshole's intentions may have been, reaching out my hand out, and pulling him up and out of the elevator, just as the freight car came crash down to the basement level.
SLAM!
CRUNCH!
"RAAAAAAAARRRRR!" The slimy beast cried out, as it was crushed under the old elevator's weight.
DING!
The basement fell SILENT for a moment, until...
SCREEEECH!
SLAM!
...Jane stepped out and said, "Going up?"
But the joke was met was silence. I simply stood there, shaking, as Mr. Winfred did the same, clearly shocked by the events that had just occurred.
—
A few weeks later, after the authorities had done a full sweep of the basement, and cleared out all traces of the building' old laboratory, I found myself once again back in the manager's office.
"Mr. Owens. This is the last time I'm gonna tell you this!" Jane joked, as I heard her recline back in what was once Mr. Winfred's chair, having been named interim manager since her boss's recent and... ironic... prison sentencing.
"Who's the convict now?" I said with a smile, before making my way out of the office.
"Wait." Jane said, stopping me at the door. "You sure you want to go back to operating the elevator? After all that's happened? Like I said, the doorman job is yours if you want it."
"What's the worst that could happen?" I replied with a smile. "There's another one of those creatures in the building somewhere?"

He pedido gran parte de mis amigos, no voy a entrar en detalle de por qué. Actualmente tengo 2 amigas, una de la uni muy maja y la otra del cole.
Esta chica decidió hacer un torneo de Smash, en los que íbamos bastantes personas: -la anfitriona (mi amiga) -su primo de 12 años (todos los demás somos de 20±) -su otro primo autista -una amiga suya (que solo habla con su novio) -el novio -2 hermanas muy majas -un chico que le llamaremos Peter -Yo
Bueno el tema es que de los presentes casi nadie sabía jugar a ese juego y es como: vamos a jugar a un juego donde yo solo se jugar a ver qué tal :D
Mientras iban llegando los rezagados le digo a su primo autista que podríamos jugar algún día al Mario kart (de la Wii) o al dragón ball Z Budokai Tenkaichi 2 y mi amiga dijo que no, porque ella era la que ponía la casa y no quería jugar a eso...
Bueno estuvimos jugando al juego (bueno los que no éramos eliminados los primeros) y luego decidió jugar con reglas (estilo que el de la derecha elije tu personaje y cosas así) y aunque hubieras esas reglas casi siempre ganaban los mismos.
De hecho fue tan mala anfitriona que no nos ofreció nada de beber (ella sí cogió algo).
Bueno ya nos estamos yendo y si primo autista me comenta que está haciendo música electrónica y que tiene pensado publicarla y eso y me dice que si la quiero oír, yo le dije que me lo mandara por WhatsApp o algo así y me dijo que no podía porque mi amiga "la que organiza las reuniones / la que manda" no le deja. Según me dijo mi amiga una vez hubo un problema con una amiga y sus primos pero aún así...
Y cuando estoy fuera le pido a mi amiga que me dé el número de uno de los presentes (este chico y yo ya habíamos hablado quedando ella yo y él y siempre ha habido Buenos rollos) y me dijo que no, que no me lo quería dar porque piensa que le voy a robar a sus amigos, lo peor es que yo sí le presenté a una amiga que irónicamente ya no es mi amiga. Lo peor de todo es que ella sabe que no tengo amigos apenas que tengo depresión y ansiedad y lo estoy pasando muy mal.
Se lo he pasado y no se qué hacer, mi amiga, la de la uni, estuve hablando con ella Sobre los niveles de amistad siendo cinco lo más casi novios y uno conocidos. Pues creo que ha bajado muchos escalones y puede que está chica quede como la típica que solo está para ir al cine o algo así.
También cuando le cuento algún problema: por ejemplo hay una chica que me gusta y aún no he superado la situación (han pasado cuatro años) y siempre, incluso desde el principio dice que lo supere y ya y es como si te comento este problema es para que me escuches o me animes no seas una borde de mucho cuidado. Y encima nunca me quiere contar sus rayadas.
¿Que hago? No quiero estar mas solo de lo que estoy.

Tengo 20 años y desde que puedo recordar; siempre he tenido problemas para concentrarme y realizar mis actividades escolares, nunca fuí el niño problema, más bien lo contrario, se me elogiaba por supuestamente "ser muy listo"
Sin embargo, todas las dificultades para realizar tareas y olvidar fechas de trabajos importantes siempre se me dificultó, entregaba y entrego trabajos hechos al momento, documentos, libros e incluso videos han sido sumamente difíciles de ver cuando no son cosas que me interesen, sumado a dificultades para prestar atención o perderme en mis pensamientos. Por mucho tiempo intenté de todo, técnicas de gestión del tiempo, pomodoros o listas de quehaceres, incluso tomé por mucho tiempo suplementos de Omega-3 pues no lograba centrarme.
Pero tengo dudas sobre si es TDAH o no, porque hace meses fuí diagnosticado con ansiedad y trastorno depresivo persistente (Distimia) la psicóloga y posteriormente la psiquiatra me explicaron que probablemente mis capacidades cognitivas se han visto reducidas por la Distimia y una incapacidad de mi cerebro para producir serotonina, creí que con el tratamiento psiquiátrico para la depresión y ansiedad bastarían sin embargo sigo teniendo estos problemas recurrentes de atención y memoria.
¿Debería considerar hablar sobre un posible TDAH con la psiquiatra?

Quiero ayuda por favor.
Hola, buenas dias . Quería saber si hay alguien que sabe o conoce de temas migratorios para ir a vivir a España.
Contexto: mi hermana, la pareja y nuestros dos padres necesitan mudarse pronto desde Colombia, a mi papá le estaba empezando a ir muy bien en su trabajo, hasta que lo amenazaron de muerte por no pagar una extorsion. Mi viejo siempre ha sido un hombre íntegro y trabajador ( un mecánico de autos muy bueno en nuestra ciudad, siempre tiene mucho trabajo) y la verdad que da mucha ira e impotencia tener que irse así, encima mis padres ya están mayores y han cuidado siempre su vida para que no pasara nada.
Quería consultar cómo sería el proceso y que tan complejo y largo sería? Están amenazados de muerte y elegimos España porque tenemos contactos que nos pueden echar una mano con trabajo y vivienda, pero con migración es muy particular porque mis padres son mayores y llevan un poco de su capital (unos 35k de euros) y no se sabe que implicancias tiene para el proceso.
Si alguien me puede orientar, se lo agradezco muchísimo, no saben cuánto. Es un asco que sea de vida o muerte… tristemente hablando.
Gracias
Edit: yo vivo en Argentina, tendría que irme desde aquí para poder ayudarles a establecerse (ojalá antes) pero como no estoy amenazado, tendría que irme por la vía normal. No tengo posibilidad de adquirí ciudadanía europea ni eso, por lo que tendré que hacer el proceso como una persona extracomunitaria y a las muy malas, irme de ilegal (no quiero, pero hablamos de un caso de vida o muerte)

Prueba 3, Tarea 1: (correo electrónico)
Para: juan@ juanito.es
Asunto: Información sobre tarjetas de boda
Estimados amigos de Papelería Iban:
Me llamo José Arcadio Buendía y voy a casarme dentro de un mes en el 1 de agosto de 2024 en Madrid.
Hace poco se casaron unos amigos míos y las fotos estaban realizados por ustedes. Quiero pedirles para ayudarnos con nuestras reportajes para nuestra boda. Preferimos las fotos que un video, lo que puede ser más rentable. Especialmente, la calidad de las fotos de su empresa son superiores a los demás. Mi gustaría que me enviarían más información sobre los precios por las fotos, los tamaños de los retratos y el proceso de la edición. No se si sería posible mandarnos un ejemplo de las fotos que han tomado para otra bodas.
Quiero tomar las fotos del grupo de nuestros estimados visitantes y fotos individuales de nosotros de color blanco y negro con el estilo de la nostalgia. La sede incluye uña jardín al aire libre, lo cual puede ser perfecto para las fotos del grupo.
Pueden escribirme a la dirección siguiente: juan@ juanito.es
O llamarme al teléfono 888-888-8888
Espero sus noticias. Muchas gracias de antemano, José Arcadio Buendía
Tarea 2:
El mantenimiento del hogar puede tomar mucho tiempo sin recompensa financiera. Sin embargo, los quehaceres son necesarios. Notablemente, hay una diferencia entre el tiempo que se utilizan los varones y las mujeres para hacer las tareas de casa.
Las actividades culinarias toman lo más tiempo, el 80% del tiempo que se dedican las mujeres al mantenimiento del hogar. En segundo puesto, el mantenimiento del hogar toma el tiempo de los varones (el 31.8%) y las mujeres (el 64.2%). Las diferencias entre los sexos son significantes. Las mujeres pasan dos veces el tiempo que los varones en las tareas que consumen el mas tiempo, actividades culinarias, mantenimiento del hogar, y compras y servicios. Para la confección y cuidado de ropa, las mujeres pasan el 34% mientras los hombres se utilizan el 3.9% del tiempo. Igualmente, las mujeres se usan el 22.2% del tiempo para cuidado de los niños, 8% mas de los varones. Compras y servicios necesitan casi 40% del tiempo. Por contrario, ambos géneros pasan menos tiempo trabajando con las organizaciones voluntarias y ayuda al adultas del hogar, con menos del 3% del tiempo gasta por estas actividades.
Identificar las actividades importantes para el mantenimiento del hogar que necesitan el más tiempo puede ayudarnos a ser más productivos. Además, es importante que podamos darnos cuenta sobre la inequidad presente entre los sexos en relación de las tareas de casa. Servicios para limpiar ropa, cocinar y limpiar la casa nos brinda la oportunidade de goza la vida plenamente si podemos intercambiar el dinero con el tiempo.

Hoy es 9 de junio son las 7:34 me desperte hace una hora. Estoy sobrepensando tanto que, el único momento en que estoy tranquilo es al dormir. Descubrí una cosa, es automático, apenas despierto y vuelve la angustia. Hoy discutimos con mi novio, o lo que queda de nuestra relación, de lo que sea que seamos. Me sucede que no soporto estar encerrado, necesito respirar y salir afuera, siento que perdi a la persona que más amo en mi vida, y de la que muchas veces senti que me daba fuerzas. Me sentia bien, acordamos ir a tomar un cafe, pero discutimos. Publique un post con anterioridad explicando lo que sucedio. Estoy escribiendo esto, con el alma quebrada, no paro de llorar oculto en mi pieza, para que mi mamá no me vea y no se preocupe. Oculto mi dolor, en algún momento de mi pasado, pense que esto no lo iba a sentir más, pero volvió, se instalo y me atormenta, me siento sucio, indigno y manchado. Creo saber de donde viene, de un trauma de mi niñez, es algo conocido, que experimente en mi niñez. Resulta que en ese entonces, habré tenido 8 o 9 años y estaba con un vecino de 12 o 13 años, el tema es que no se como, ni porque, empezamos a hablar de nuestros genitales, y ahí me toco mi pito y yo, iba a tocarle el suyo , en ese momento mi hermana que tenia 18, 19 años me vio por la ventana, hasta donde sé, estaba observando todo y al interrumpir eso, mi vecino se fue, y me inavadio una desesperación, un terror que nunca habia experimentado, mi hermana me amenazo que le iba a contar a mi abuela, y de ahí, empece a delirar, ese fue el nacimiento de mis pensamientos intrusivos, de mi ansiedad infantil, de mi depresión. Ese fue el comienzo, el tema es que crecí con culpa, con paranoia, con terror. Como será que me castigaba mentalmente, que ahí empezo esa voz en mi cabeza: que me jusgaba, que me maltrataba, me ridículizaba. Esto decidí contarselo a mi pareja con 36 años, y su reacción fue decirme que era una pavada lo que me sucedio, y que mi sufrimiento se debia a que no ventilaba que era gay, que de chiquito me avergonzaron tanto, que me reprimí mucho, y ahora no sé quien soy. Pero no es verdad, yo a el no le conte, pero una vez grande, empece a vivir mi homosexualidad, en una ciudad, en mi epoca de universitario soy de un pueblito chico, de la Argentina profunda,, no me prive de nada una vez que salí de acá, pero creo que lo que hacia era tapar con sexo, mi carencia afectiva me acostaba con cualquiera, algunas las disfrute y otras no. Hay todo un submundo gay, y un lugar para el morbo. Hoy me arrepiento de alguna manera, como que me siento sucio, nunca le conte esto a mi pareja o lo que queda de nuestra relación. Por verguenza, por temor a ser juzgado. Me siento tan arrepentido de haber vivido mi sexualidad, no sabia que mi mente me iba a maltratar de esa manera, autojuzgandome. Creo que la autodestrucción, causada por pensamientos intrusivos y culpa es posible, intento sacar fuerzas de donde no tengo. Vivo con mi mamá, yo la amo a mi mamá tiene 74 años, pero hay veces que quisiera estar viviendo solo, en otro lugar. Yo nunca quise volver a este pueblito, no hay nada que hacer, es un pueblo petrolero, sin cultura, sin actividades, sin alegria. Me quiero ir a la mierda. La dualidad, cuando comence a salir con el hace 5 años, me sentia el hombre más feliz del mundo, nunca pense que me enamoraria de alguien, y hoy, ese enamoramiento desapareció. Ese sentir que todo era lo mejor se fue. No sé que estoy escribiendo, me estoy quebrando de vuelta. Solo quiero que sepan que la soledad me lleva a escribir todo esto en un post, a modo de registro de que algo no esta bien en mi.

Io non ero ancora nato però mi ha sempre incuriosito la percezione delle persone in quegli istanti. Parlando con molte persone nate intorno agli anno '90, tutti mi raccontano quasi la stessa cosa: stavano guardando la Melevisione quando a un certo punto il programma venne interrotto per dare la notizia dell'attentato alle torri.
La cosa ancora più interessante è che ricordano esattamente dove si trovavano e cosa stavano facendo. Quasi come se il tempo si fosse fermato per far memorizzare tutto. Quindi sono qui per chiedervi, cosa stavate facendo l'11 settembre 2001?
Detto questo, chiedo aiuto al popolo di reddit. Da questo pensiero nasce un mio video su youtube in cui ripercorro tutta la storia della Melevisione e quei momenti storici (in senso negativo) dell'11 settembre. Ho passato molte ore in scrittura ed editing ma purtroppo non sta dando per il momento i risultati sperati. Non voglio spammarlo qui, dico solo che se qualcuno di voi fosse interessato e volesse darmi un feedback, mi sarebbe di grandissimo aiuto.

Tengo 23 años, en 2021 conocí una chica en la cual caí enamorado, estaba tan enamorado que definitivamente me veía con ella hasta de matrimonio y con hijos, total, pude salir con ella y que ella fuera mi novia, la relación yo la veía espectacular pero entonces ella me terminó, no entendía bien el motivo, ella trabajaba y se metía a un diploma por lo cual la relación no era de verse toda la semana o al menos 4 veces al mes, pero aun así era feliz
pero ella me terminó porque se canso de decir "lo siento" y que tenia tiempo que hacer, básicamente me termino por su trabajo, eso me hizo sentir como un estorbo, un objeto, y estaba tan enamorado porque sentía que ella era lo esperanza de toda una juventud de rechazo de la gente, caí en una depresión que, vivía día a día diciendo un día más y un día menos, mis ojos se notaba muy caídos y muertos, pasaba días soñando con ella y pensando con ella, lo peor es que yo hacía mi servicio social en una licenciatura que ella misma hacía, empezaba a odiar lo que hacía, porque me recordaba a ella, cada día estaba triste, vivía por vivir,
este infierno psicológico lo tuve que soportar por 1 año, se que no duramos tanto como para sentirme así, pero ella era tan importante para mi, hice cosas que pensé que jamás haría con alguien, Dios hasta incluso fue la primera persona que me daba cartas de amor, incluso la primera persona con quien pude ir a un parque
Todo para terminar por sentirme como un vil estorbo, esta depresión que tuve hizo quería que todo el mundo se fuera al demonio, algo que hiciera qué la ciudad donde vivimos sufriera, se cumplió
Ocurrió un huracán categoría 5 en mi ciudad qué hizo que todo se pare, para muchos fue una perdición, un caos, un desastre, para mi, fue una salvación
gracias a eso me había dado cuenta que tengo muchas cosas por hacer y tanto de que preocuparme, sin mencionar que el deseo que tanto deseaba hizo que mucha gente sufriera, se que es hipócrita o que no tengo culpa de algo causado por la naturaleza o por Dios, pero el hecho de que deseaba fuertemente eso, me hace sentir... Mal
Después de 4 o 5 meses aprox, me sentía más realizado, bien, más tranquilo, estaba (y estoy) saliendo de una fuerte depresión, el problema es que después, me entere que ella tiene otra relación, con una persona en la cual me sentía celoso y que decía que no quería nada.
Si esto lo hubiera sabido desde antes del huracán, definitivamente me hubiera vuelto loco, me dio tristeza, como es posible que después de 2 años de terminar me siga doliendo? Aunque a comparación de antes, mi tristeza solo duró 1 semana porque después acepte que, la vida seguira con y sin ti.
Pero ahora me hago una pregunta que eso me está dando miedo y a la vez me hace sentir patético y triste, eso es que, podré estar con alguien?
Ojo, esto no lo digo en sentido de "ah mi ex consiguió pareja ahora tengo que hacerlo yo" es más que nada el hecho de que puede que mi futuro sea difícil o una decepción.
Es decir, la licenciatura que tanto me costó trabajo hacer, ahora la odio o no me interesa debido a mi época de depresión y hacia que me acordará de ella, a tal punto que hasta siento que olvide por completo estos 4 años de estudio, no tengo dinero, vivo con mis padres aun, no soy guapo, no se hacer nada más DIOS CREO QUE SOY INÚTIL, se que aun no tengo mi titulo porque me falta hacer mi examen de titulación pero fácilmente puedo buscar trabajo al rededor de mi ciudad pero ese trabajo es de algo que dejo de gustarme o interesarme, Dios tenía tantos planes pero todos los tire porque me recordaban a ellas, y veo a los demás haciendo lo mejor posible desde hace 2 años y yo en cambio estoy aquí estancado.
En estos momentos no se que me depara mi futuro, con todo esto, no se si alguien me volverá a saber
Mi única salvación que creo me pueda alejar del mundo del fracasado mantenido por sus padres, es la edición de video, durante mi época de depresión, la edición de video fue algo que me salvo, sentía mucho amor por crear videos (de hecho hago películas de XV años y bodas) no crean que gano mucho, de hecho es negocio familiar por lo que obviamente no me pagarán lo que un editor deba ganar, y conseguir clientes es complicado y difícil, fuera de eso estoy volviendo a hacer ejercicio para mantenerme en forma.
Como les digo, tengo miedo de mi futuro, esa mujer me destruyó por completo, y ahora que siento que puedo volver a amar y a luchar por mi felicidad, es cuando me doy cuenta que no le convengo a nadie...... Se que soy joven, pero yo quiero tener una familia, con una esposa que Conozca no 2 años o 3 años, si no desde antes y iniciar algo bien, y siento que me estoy quedando atrás. Ruego a Dios que me de fuerzas para seguir adelante.
Gracias por leer esto, aunque seguramente esto no le importara un carajo a alguien, por lo menos tengo la esperanza que alguien lo lea

Hola a todos,
Estoy en mis 30s y esta es mi segunda vez viviendo en el extranjero. Soy de Paraguay. Viví 5 años en Canadá, pero tuve que regresar a casa debido a problemas de salud y la imposibilidad de acceder a atención médica allí. La pandemia llegó poco después, lo que me obligó a renunciar a mi residencia permanente. Canadá estuvo bien, pero ya estaba en declive durante mi tiempo allí, y me quedé principalmente por mi ex pareja.
Ahora llevo 3 años en el Reino Unido, específicamente en las afueras de Glasgow, y he estado bastante miserable durante los últimos dos años. Al principio vivía en la ciudad porque vine a hacer una maestría, lo que me proporcionaba un acceso más fácil a actividades. Sin embargo, socializar fue difícil ya que mi programa de maestría resultó ser completamente remoto con videos pregrabados, y debido al hecho que no bebo alcohol mientras que la cultura pub es muy fuerte acá. Al finalizar mis estudios, tuve que dejar el alojamiento para estudiantes y el único lugar donde encontré un departamento para alquilar fue en un pequeño pueblo con muy malas conexiones de transporte público; literalmente fue el único lugar que aceptó mi aplicación a tenancy.
Desde que me mudé aquí, he estado miserable. Mi trabajo es completamente remoto, que aunque es buenísimo en términos de flexibilidad y ahorros, me tiene literalmente encerrado en casa, ya que es difícil y caro moverse a cualquier lugar. Lo único que hago para ocupar mi tiempo es ir al gimnasio.
Profesionalmente, he llegado a resentir mi trabajo debido a la falta de oportunidades de crecimiento. Cuando pedí un traslado a otro departamento, me lo negaron porque la empresa (y específicamente mi departamento) están understaffed. La empresa ha estado pasando por varias reestructuraciones, lo que ha llevado a un alto turnover rate, incluyendo a mi antiguo jefe con quien me llevaba muy bien. No me gusta la nueva cultura ni el nuevo liderazgo, y he estado buscando trabajo activamente desde principios de año. Sin embargo, la necesidad de visa sponsorship ha hecho difícil encontrar oportunidades.
Mi visa expira a fin de año, y tengo un período de preaviso de 3 meses. Necesito decidir si pedir sponsorship o regresar a casa el próximo mes, y esta indecisión me está causando ansiedad y depresión. Mi empresa está desesperada debido al alto turnover, y estoy bastante seguro de que patrocinarían mi visa si lo pidiera, ya que ya patrocinan a otros colegas. Sin embargo, no puedo imaginarme viviendo así durante otros 6 años, especialmente porque no hay un gran beneficio en tener un pasaporte británico comparado con el mío.
Si regreso a casa, tendré una mejor calidad de vida en términos de opciones de selfcare, acceso al sistema de salud, hobbies, clima, y estar cerca de mi familia. Trabajaría en el negocio familiar, lo que me daría más independencia, pero perdería el acceso fácil a Europa, perdería el acceso a una moneda fuerte, y volvería a un país con problemas de inseguridad.
Otra opción es intentar negociar con mi empresa para transferirme a España, así podría solicitar la ciudadanía después de 2 años. Sin embargo, un colega que hizo esto anteriormente y que ahora ha renunciado me dijo que el salario sería significativamente más bajo y que te obligan a trabajar desde la oficina, así que ganaría menos, gastaría más en desplazamientos, y perdería lo único que me gusta de mi trabajo actual: la flexibilidad y el trabajo remoto.
Estoy realmente indeciso y agradecería cualquier consejo o experiencia de quienes hayan enfrentado situaciones similares.
¡Gracias de antemano!