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TLDR the ancestors of Khaaneph might not come from Khar-Toba or even Old Hiigara, instead they might be the decendents of survivors from multiple Taiidan/Turanic/Neutral ships that "luckily" crashed into the surface of Kharak.
Khaaneph is kitthless, they dont have the belief in Sajuuk, live on a scavenging culture, and for whatever reason seems to be hostile to any other Kharakian factions. Although by the event of DoK, the Khaaneph people should be Kharakian-dominant (as they raided many villages in thousands of years), but their nature give me the impression that, it's highly possibly they didnt share the ancestors with other Kharakian Kiiths.
Rather, let's talk about the Hyperspace Core first. As DoK shown, the Core had created a Hyperspace & Gravity trap that can either materialize pass by ships under Kharak surface, or cause them to crash into the surface. Now for most of the instance, as shown ingame, most of the ships are trapped underneath the surface. The crew memebers either suffocated in miliseconds, or worse like literally fused with the soil.
However, there is ONE "lucky" example of such crash, which is the "Taiidan" carrier that deployed the satellite cannon on Kharak orbit. It was pulled down by the Hyperspace Core and crash on the ground. Whether the Taiidanian crew can survive such crash is up to debate, however they must have a better chance than those poor ships trapped underneath. They can either simply survive the crash because of advanced impact bracing technology, or some of them did a last minute escape with emergency pods and smaller crafts etc.
From the maps in DoK, it's also possible that the Taiidan carrier might not be the only "lucky" ship on Kharak surface. Rather, there're multiple crash sites that are present above the surface. This hinted that despite most of the ships had been trapped underneath, there might be handful of ships which either crashed to the surface like Taiidan, or simply Hyperspaced and materialized partly above the surface. In that case, at least some of the crew wont be trapped underground. These ships might not only from Taiidan, but of different origins like Neutral merchants, Turanic, Galactic Council or even Kadesh.
So this brings to my theory: Rather can coming from the outcast of Khar-Toba societies, the Khaaneph dont have a single origin, but are probably late-comers that were the decendents of the survivors from all the ships that was trapped by the core and crashed to the surface. They dont have the same Kiith systems or beliefs of Kharakians because they didnt come from Hiigarian culture at all. They did whatever they can to scavenge but have very high tech because that's what they ancestors did to survive after crash. They are hostile to all Kharakians including Galssians because, either the ancient survived crew already had conflicts with Khrakian tribes while scavenging for resources because they dont speak the same language or the crew dont see the ancient Kharakians as some people that can be communicated with than easy preys for resources, similar to how European have initial conflict with Aboriginal Australians.
Over thousands of years, the decendents of those survivors had hybrided with captured Kharakian people, and they also forgot where they came from (and from the nature of their culture i dont believe they kept any records as well). Because they come from different origins, the tribes between different groups of Khaaneph are also isolated to each other. Slowly through the ages all those people snowballed with Kharakian population and become the fierce Nomadic tribes we have in DoK.

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I was supposed to go somewhere with this “friend”. I called them beforehand that we should leave early because once we arrive to our designated destination, we might have to wait a little bit. Hours passed and it was time for us to leave. I noticed that their vehicle’s not on the parking lot so I kept checking the time and I thought to myself “we’re gonna be late” so I told my boss that my “friend” is not here yet and how I need to go NOW so my boss said that I should just leave but the thing is… I can’t just leave because it takes 2 to 3 people to do this project so I walked around and asked if anyone wanted to go with me and had to leave right away. 2 people volunteered. (Btw we’ve been planning to do this project together so it was a bit stressful to replace them within that moment.)
I left with these two people and was about 10 mins away from my workplace then my “friend” calls me and asked me where I was. I told them that I already left. They went “I’m legit 10 minutes away from the workplace. You could’ve just waited a bit”. I told them that I NEEDED to leave right away or else I’m gonna be late. Then they started explaining more about why they’re running late and it sounded like they were blaming me. They said they didn’t realized that there was some commotion with the roads and I said ok? I get your point but I don’t know what to do. Like I don’t know what you want me to do. They kept arguing and things were starting to get a little heated. While they were still arguing… I said “k… bye.” And hung up on them.
According to my coworker, they came in at the workplace 20 minutes later which means they lied to me about them being “10 mins” away. They were also complaining how they were supposed to do this thing with me but I decided to do it on my “own”. I was frustrated because they always ALWAYS turn small things into a huge problem even though there’s solutions to them. AND in my opinion, I made the right decision to leave without her because if I waited, I would get blamed for being late at doing the project. Like anyone could do this project which is why I asked two people to help me out. This project is pretty much like if you miss it or not committed then someone will takeover. So… WIBTA?
(I’m sorry if my grammar is not ok. English is not my first language😅)

The past couple months I’ve been drinking again after a year of being sober. It was an anniversary of someone’s passing so it kinda pushed me to drink a bit. Next thing I know, I’m having a couple of whiskey with coke drinks a day. To add on, I’ve always had a pancreas and liver issue ever since I was 17 due to heavy drinking.
Fast forward to 2 weeks ago, I ended up having a pancreatis flare up and went to the ER. Everything luckily cooled down after a week. But now I’ve been going through constant anxiety and racing thoughts of just wanting to drink. Sometimes panic attacks that I can’t. It’s not as heavy as it used to be, I still tried to restrain myself from drowning myself in it like I did before. But even after the small amount I had recently, I still feel like I need more and it’s messing me up again.
I had this conversation with my fiancé and asked her if she can not drink around me. Every since then, she’s been pissed with me that she can’t, and calling me weak for not being able to be around alcohol. We’ve been arguing about it the past week. I’ve also had issues trying to stop smoking when she continues to. We both used to be addicts and I brought up how it would be unfair if I used and she couldn’t. I’m always in the wrong though. I used to be strong about it but lately I haven’t been able to be strong and it sucks she doesn’t seem to understand.
I feel unheard and hurt. I think I just needed to vent tonight.

Here I have included my pre-draft, post-draft, and fantasy football WR evaluations (shortened for brevity). This is regarding real life skillsets and performance, and the fantasy football ranking is for redraft. I believe that the IRL evaluation is good enough for dynasty as well, even when skillsets don't match fantasy productive ones.
Pre-Draft Rankings:
Tier 1:
These are all players who I don’t want to delve into. They are the safe, elite prospects who don’t have any red flags, which is what differentiates them from the tier below.

1. Marvin Harrison Jr.
2. Malik Nabers
3. Rome Odunze

Tier 2:
Each of the three players in this tier are elite, but have one or several red flags and uncertainty to their game.

1. Troy Franklin
   1. Troy Franklin is a smooth route runner with great deep speed (moves like Ridley), but what truly makes him elite is his much underrated awareness. He has an impeccable feel for both zone and the defensive back’s mind, allowing him to slide into space and break out of the reach of corners, and he also holds an elite release package paired with great ball tracking. From what I’ve seen, Franklin is also the most willing and able blocker in this class. His biggest flaw to me is not his slight frame, but rather his lack of extension when going for catches, perhaps due to his small hands, which allows for random drops and makes him more susceptible to drops through contact.
2. Xavier Worthy
   1. While Worthy has risen in draft boards, the respect for him has fallen after his record breaking 40 yard dash. Worthy might have speed, but he is not all speed. Worthy has been an elite player his whole career, with an extremely early breakout and impressive freshman season. He is often dinged for his ball tracking, an important trait for deep threats, but I don’t see it. Worthy also offers elite YAC ability. He has the mental capability to be used as a consistent threat out of motion, as I don’t see him having the same release package as Franklin. The flaw with him is both being and playing small.
3. Brian Thomas Jr.
   1. BTJ is built in a prototypically phenomenal way. He possesses elite speed, size, and agility for that size – the makings of an elite receiver. He was also an elite producer in college. Thomas Jr. doesn’t necessarily show a lot of flaws in his game (aside from a few small things) – rather he doesn’t show a lot of anything at all. His flaw is that there is not enough information about his game out there to make the evaluation process thorough enough. Questions remain about his route tree and ability to play a variety of roles in an offense. At the very least, he steps into a team as an elite deep threat. In my opinion, Thomas Jr. offers a higher ceiling than Odunze, Worthy, and Franklin, but there’s just not enough for me to look at here.

Tier 3:
Tier 3 contains three players who show a lot of good things on film, but also have almost horrible production profiles.

1. Ladd McConkey
   1. McConkey reminds me of Christian Kirk stylistically. He possesses elite quickness and solid route running with very quick, twitchy steps. It is clear that he knows how to keep defensive backs guessing. I also noted that he shows strong YAC abilities and the willingness to seek out contact.
2. Adonai Mitchell
   1. He might have diabetes, and he might be lazy, but AD is smooth. I thought he’d run a 4.55, and at that point I had him at 6 I believe. AD has sneaky athleticism and deceptive quickness, and a very encouraging frame to pair with this. While I don’t see a lot of flaws in his game, I will say that he has one of the worst analytical profiles I have ever seen.
3. Roman Wilson
   1. Wilson is my favorite player in the draft, and I have been waiting for him to join the NFL for years. While I am not a Michigan fan, I have watched a lot of Michigan and Ohio State games, and fell in love with Wilson’s play. He is an elite athlete, with a willingness to go up strong for balls, and is simply just good at the game of football. I believe he would have shown a lot more if he was on a more passing oriented offense.

Tier 4:
Tier 4 has three players who are both older prospects and also have questionable production profiles.

1. Ricky Pearsall
   1. Slick Rick is definitely slick. He has arguably the greatest catch in CFB history, and is a silky route runner with great athleticism and burst. He seems to have a great understanding of how to run routes. Pearsall is a 5 season player, with non-elite production in any of those years – however he has shown improvement in every one of those years. He is not the tenth best receiver in this class right now – I only have him this low because of his age. However, I don’t think he has the production or the film to strongly suggest that he’s better than any of the players I listed before, which is why the age can lower him. Tank Dell was a 24 year old rookie, but his film would be enough for me to raise him higher.
2. Xavier Legette
   1. Legette has elite speed paired with elite size. I will not say he has elite athleticism however. His agility is not nearly good enough for me to give him that title. This is where I feel people tend to misterm athleticism – by equating it to a size/speed combo. Legette also only had one year of elite production. Legette is great at the catch point, with solid hand technique and vertical ability, but he leaves a lot to be desired with his release and his hip flexibility. He is not yet a strong route runner. I don’t really mind his late breakout too much – he has a lack of refinement in his game that would explain this as he is a growing player, but here’s some good scouting: what I truly can’t deal with is his accent.
3. Malik Washington
   1. Washington is another late producer like Legette, with only elite production in his 5th year. However, I believe that was due to him playing his time out in an awful Northwestern offense. Washington left Northwestern not through a transfer, but because he finished his degree early. He might be small, but he is incredible at football, and offers elite YAC ability to pair with his excellent feel for zones and space. The only reason I have Washington this low (although it is not low) is because I know he will be overlooked in the NFL and will have a difficult path to success.

Tier 5:
The players in this tier will likely all have a role in the NFL, or at least the chance to have a role in the NFL.

1. Ja’Lynn Polk
   1. Polk bores me a bit, but he’s good. I believe he is a useful asset to any team in the NFL. He plays with a lot of grit, which teams should like, and is all around a solid and smart player.
2. Malachi Corley
   1. The self proclaimed “YAC King” is exactly that. In fact, his YAC ability is so good that it’s almost as if he was a running back playing receiver. Oh right. He is. That being said, Corley has the agility to become a great receiver. While his switch is probably due to wanting the longevity and paycheck associated with the position, I don’t doubt that he has the ability to make up for his late start. He’s not really there yet, so his athleticism only gets him this high.
3. Keon Coleman
   1. Coleman is in the classic “Alpha” mold. If you’re wondering why he’s so low, I just don’t like that mold. I don’t care about his 40 time, he seems fast enough to me. In my opinion, Coleman does not have the agility and hip flexibility required to run great routes. That’s why I just don’t see him learning route running. He offers elite vertical leaping ability, body control, and good hands to match this, but he’s not Mike Evans. I don’t think Coleman has no path to success in the NFL – he’s still a decent player, just not my kind of player. The landing spot will matter with this one.
4. Jermaine Burton
   1. I don’t like Burton. There’s just something about his face – he looks like a less creepy Spencer Rattler. However, I’d say he’s a good player. He has solid athleticism, and I believe he has the ability to run a variety of routes, despite working in a vertical offense. Burton has great hands, albeit a short catch radius, and plays very strong. There’s definitely things to like about his game – and who knows, maybe being a bad character is a good trait.
5. Javon Baker
   1. Baker strikes me as someone who loves football, with an alpha receiver mentality. He might know too much – while he has great route running, he sometimes seems to almost spam fakes and make unnecessary movements that leave me confused instead of the corner. That’s not really a big concern for me though. He is great at the catch point as well, showing great determination and body control. I’m not sure he has the athleticism to truly be elite, and while the Big 12 is a decent conference, the defensive backs in his film seemed to be mostly bums, but with a good landing spot I think he has the ability to shine. I’m rather surprised that he decided to transfer out of Alabama, but whatever, it worked out.
6. Jalen McMillan
   1. The much underrated and overlooked third brother. McMillan looks soft, but he has good athleticism and good flexibility. He’s also a good route runner with good body control. I’d say he’s good. With players like him, it really depends on how much the team that drafted him believes in him. I don’t doubt that it will be easy for him to get hidden in a deep WR room.

Tier 6:
Tier 6 are the guys who I think are good players but don’t think they will get a chance to show that, with play strength and size being concerns. I think they can work despite this, but I doubt NFL front offices will.

1. Jamari Thrash
   1. Thrash is a smooth player with great route savviness, but is complete trash when it comes to contact (easy pun intended). Physical corners can easily thrash him around during his routes.
2. Jacob Cowing
   1. Cowing probably has the highest likelihood of success among the three, as he possesses the best release package which is important for small receivers. However, he’s no Tank Dell. In fact, he IS Tank Dell, just worse at every aspect of the game. He’s arguably more athletic however, and showcases elite explosiveness.
3. Ainias Smith
   1. Explosive with quick feet, but is small and plays small. I think he has a lot of ability, but he’s not the type of player that NFL teams want to trust.

Tier 7:
Tier 7 contains players who don’t have it right now, but could have it with some development.

1. Tez Walker
   1. There was a lot of hope for Tez coming into the 2023 season, and he delivered. Delivered very little. While he showcased absolutely zero route running savvy, he has the elite athleticism to make up for this, and is not completely inflexible. I do want to blame the college football body and UNC for some of his failures, and he wasn’t really all that bad. I just don’t think he’s quite there yet.
2. Luke McCaffrey
   1. McCaffrey has great athleticism and elite lineage, but that’s about it. He wasn’t bad in college, but played for Rice. He’s in the middle of his learning curve for the position after converting from being a mediocre QB, and I’m sure he can figure it out – I’m not out on him.
3. Johnny Wilson
   1. Wilson is absolutely incredible for his size. He is a fluid athlete with solid speed, and more than decent route running. Unfortunately, at his size he needs to be excellent at the catch point and with contested catches. He is not. In fact, it’s his weakness – he is extremely soft, unlike his hands. He’s the odd case where I think he’d be much more successful if he dropped half a foot in height. If you combined the best of Johnny and Keon, you’d have a possible goat receiver.

Tier 8:
Tier 8 has guys who piqued my interest with their play, but are likely going nowhere. Gould is small, Bub Means is named Bub Means, Vele is an old man, and Coker is slow and played for Holy Cross.

1. Anthony Gould
2. Bub Means
3. Devaughn Vele
4. Jalen Coker

Tier 9 is all of the guys I haven’t watched enough of that didn’t make this list due to that.
Tier 10 consists of the players who are, in my humble opinion, bad.
Tier 10:

1. Brenden Rice
   1. My evaluation of Rice has nothing to do with his father. I truly do believe that he is the second worst receiver in the class. In fact, I think he will obviously get a shot because of his father, and that he has the work ethic and connections to improve dramatically as a player. However, as of right now, while he has solid hands, he runs everything in one gear, and it’s visually appalling. He stomps the ground as he runs, and while it seems like he has some understanding of route running techniques, it all goes to waste since he runs his routes as hard as possible.
2. Cornelius Johnson
   1. As I said earlier in my Roman Wilson evaluation, I have watched a lot of Michigan games. This means I watched his counterpart on the other side – Corn Johnson. In all my years of watching football, I have never seen a player worse than Corn. He is truly awful at the game. He has absolutely zero ball knowledge and route running ability. He’s actually pretty decent at the catch point, but not enough to make up for his terrible play in every other facet of the game. He somehow had Harbaugh’s trust to keep starting, so I still wouldn’t be surprised if he was drafted, but whatever team makes that decision has completely wasted a pick they could’ve otherwise spent trading for McCorkle Jones or some other washed up player.

Post-Draft Rankings and Comments:
Contrary to popular opinion, I believe that situation is actually very important regarding a wide receiver's career. It is worth noting that I actually did my pre-draft ranking writeups after the draft despite wording them as though they were written pre-draft, therefore the adjustments here are not new revelations, rather they are simply the changes I believe draft capital and landing spot make.

1. Marvin Harrison Jr.
   1. Great landing spot, bad franchise
2. Malik Nabers
   1. Mediocre landing spot, bad franchise with bad assets but good volume. Will play alongside WanDale Robinson, a player who also generates elite separation.
3. Rome Odunze
   1. Landing spot is alright, the franchise is bad but the team is set up well. Will be the WR3 to start however, but that should not necessarily hinder his career.
4. Xavier Worthy
   1. Very good landing spot with the best quarterback in the league, and another field stretcher already on the roster, suggesting that he might run routes with some variety and improve his game. It is not a perfect system for production however.
5. Brian Thomas Jr.
   1. Attached to a good, young QB, who should help each other. Thomas Jr was clearly drafted to slot into the alpha role, with Kirk taking the slot and Davis stretching the field. At the very least, Thomas will also be an elite field stretcher, really opening up things for Kirk and Engram underneath, as well as opening the box for Etienne. The franchise does not have a great history with receivers.
6. Roman Wilson
   1. Excellent, phenomenal landing spot. Wilson lands in another run-heavy offense as the clear WR2, from a team and staff that has been historically great with evaluating and developing receiver talent.
7. Ladd McConkey
   1. McConkey is presumably the current or soon-to-be WR1 in LA. The landing spot is definitely good amidst a weak WR corps, although I’m not fully certain about his ability to be the Alpha. Perhaps they expect something out of QJ? Palmer is solid but not spectacular.
8. Ricky Pearsall
   1. For his age, the spot isn’t ideal, but the capital is great. Pearsall is definitely a good player, and if one of Deebo or Aiyuk is traded (likely Deebo) he comes into a great role. I’d call it a good landing spot.
9. Troy Franklin
   1. The capital is horrible, and I feel teams have made a huge mistake here. Franklin is too nice and genuine of a guy to have that ‘chip on his shoulder’ effect from his fall, but he will definitely take his role seriously. With his talent, I see him slotting in as the WR2 on this offense early, especially with the Nix connection, but he has to beat out Mims. For the capital, it was definitely the best landing spot he could have got with a team that really wants him.
10. Ja’Lynn Polk
    1. New England is historically awful at wide receiver evaluation, but Polk is solid and will come into a WR room with no alpha and a rookie QB. Pop Douglas is a good slot receiver, and Bourne is alright, but that’s about it. I believe they should play a Polk - Douglas - Baker line, but Bourne will likely be starting, which is understandable.
11. Adonai Mitchell
    1. Awful landing spot. The worst he could have hoped for. AD has that chip on his shoulder, but he comes in as the WR3 in a role that is likely mostly field stretching. If there was actually a lot for him to learn, then this landing spot subtly becomes very good.
12. Keon Coleman
    1. I would argue that this is the best landing spot for any player in the draft. The capital is excellent, and the fit is excellent. Keon might not get any separation, but Josh Allen is exactly brain dead enough to just chuck it to him anyways. Very few other quarterbacks would have the confidence in him to simply target him despite being draped, and Allen is a very good one, who might be forced to pass to him considering how weak the room is. I believe Shakir and Kincaid are decent, and that Samuel might be better than Coleman, but Allen and the team will likely treat Coleman like the alpha, and this will be reflected in his targets. It also helps that Coleman is a very likable character, which might offset his bad at football accusations with great production on poor efficiency.
13. Xavier Legette
    1. It’s a new front office in Carolina, but I don’t really trust the pick. It doesn’t help my concerns when you consider Legette is also from Carolina, which might bias the selection, especially when everyone knew he was going there but nobody cared enough to try to get him over Carolina. On the plus side, he went to the only place where people can understand him, and he fits the room well alongside Diontae Johnson. He’ll probably play in a role that doesn’t suit his skillset, but he can succeed here if Bryce steps it up with an improved line.
14. Malachi Corley
    1. Good landing spot as a YAC slot player, while living with Rodgers. Definitely intriguing, although the franchise is bad so his development might be minimal.
15. Jermaine Burton
    1. Good landing spot imo, with room to learn the position and role and then replace Tee Higgins. Still don’t like the guy.
16. Javon Baker
    1. Lands in an open room with alright capital. Is the WR4 already imo, with an opportunity to earn the alpha role if he’s up for it.
17. Luke McCaffrey
    1. Great capital for the level of play he’s shown. He definitely has a role as a starter intended, although I hope they took him due to athleticism and not name (3rd is too high for it to be name value).
18. Devontez Walker
    1. Good spot to learn and possibly start while getting no targets.
19. Malik Washington
    1. Bad landing spot, and bad draft capital. Washington is fantastic, but he’s old and behind two great receivers, not to mention OBJ being signed (which I imagine means he will play). Washington could have started in the slot, but now he will have to wait and earn a role.
20. Jalen McMillan
    1. He’s the WR3 in Tampa, but Godwin will likely take the slot, which means he might be the WR4 unless they play him on the outside.
21. Jacob Cowing
    1. Deep corps with Pearsall taken ahead of him, but a good place to grow.
22. Jamari Thrash
    1. He has one great receiver ahead of him, and two alright receivers that I don’t believe he has the quality to surpass, but I think he can gap Cedric Tillman. There’s probably not much hope here.
23. Ainias Smith
    1. Smith can beat out Parris Campbell for the slot role, and while he doesn’t strike me as a consistent player, he can still ‘thrive’ for meager numbers under a great corps.
24. Bub Means
    1. The WR3 in the room is open, and by all means the job is his to take (that pun was actually unintentional I swear I only noticed it after writing it).
25. Brenden Rice
    1. He might be horrible but the WR room is completely open, and his late draft capital might make Papa Jerry step in and give him some instruction in how to play the position. There’s probably some sort of upside here.
26. Johnny Wilson
    1. He could definitely beat out Devante Parker who has the exact opposite skillset as a fellow big receiver, but the slot is the role that is open outside of AJ Brown and Smitty. The volume is also going to be low.
27. Anthony Gould
    1. The Colts landing spot doesn’t suddenly look better. Obvious depth role with no hope of ever starting.
28. Devaughn Vele
    1. I could see Payton really liking him, and him earning time, but he’s 26. I believe in him though, despite this ranking.
29. Jalen Coker
    1. Panthers are bad, undrafted is bad, I don’t see him getting a chance.
30. Cornelius Johnson
    1. I almost raised Corn higher because Harbaugh drafted him, and Harbaugh obviously knows more about him than I do, but then I remembered how bad he truly is. I insist that there’s no hope for him, he’s just awful.

Fantasy Football Rankings (only included plausible contributors):

1. Marvin Harrison Jr.
2. Malik Nabers
3. Ladd McConkey
4. Xavier Worthy
5. Keon Coleman
6. Rome Odunze
7. Brian Thomas Jr.
8. Xavier Legette
9. Roman Wilson
10. Troy Franklin
11. Ja’Lynn Polk
12. Adonai Mitchell
13. Ricky Pearsall
14. Malachi Corley
15. Jermaine Burton

Hello, Reddit. I'm looking for direction to opinions from veterinary and medical professionals whom might provide insight on my pet that has passed. I have 2 x-rays and can relay what was said by the veterinarian. This was an unexpected, unnoticed issue until it was too late. This occured 2 weeks ago and I'm torn up about this. What could have been done, what I should have noticed, etc. It was obvious during our veterinarian visit that something had to be decided. I was/am not in a financial position to give the extent of treatment needed to even hope for a bit more time with him. Best case was months of intensive treatment he would have suffered during as well. We did not have bloodwork done, so the exact condition was not defined. I'm probably digging myself into a bottomless emotional pit where I know I'll never know for sure but if there's a sub for this sort of thing I would really appreciate the advice.

I first started noticing that something was wrong around 3 months ago. At the time, I was working from home and would usually light a scented candle while I worked, which usually helped me relax and stay focused on my work. I would usually burn through a candle a week, but over time, the candles started to take less time to fully burn up. At first, I thought that this was because of a change in ingredients the company that made the candles used, but the problem persisted after I switched candle brands, which I once again blamed on the candle manufacturers.
I kept this belief for another week until the first incident. While getting up from my computer desk, which faces away from the candle, to take a quick bathroom break, I caught a glimpse of the lit candle. A two-inch layer of molten wax rested on another three-inch layer of solid wax, the wicks rising out at first and being somewhat visible through the molten layer, finally breaking the surface and being slowly burned away. The flames flickered as I swung the door open and walked out of the room. When I returned 10 minutes later, the molten layer was gone, and the wicks had been shortened so that the flames rested right above the solid layer of the wax. At first, I thought that the glass jar that contained the candle was leaking, but after a short inspection, I was only able to find two small drops of candle wax that had solidified right next to the candle on the bedside table. I still had 2 hours of work left to do, but I was too lost in thought and was unable to do any work for the rest of the day.
Every night before I go to sleep, I like to read for at least 30 minutes, and while reading, I usually light a candle. Around 4 days later, I had mostly forgotten about the incident and went back to using candles. Due to my naivety, it returned.
I fell asleep while reading with a candle lit on my bedside table. I woke up to loud slurping noises. As I opened my eyes, the brightness of the light I had not turned off almost blinded me. As my eyes tried to readjust to the light and focus on what was in front of me, I saw a somewhat humanoid dark gray to light blue blur that contrasted with the white paint on the walls behind it. Another gray line stretched from the shape's head to the candle on my bedside table. I could feel my heart skip five consecutive beats. I opened my mouth and tried to force out a scream for help, but the pressure I applied to my throat was way beyond what it was able to handle, leading me to only produce a light wheezing sound. I tried to sit up or to at least prop myself up, but my muscles failed me. Trying to push myself up with my arms felt impossible. As I stared at the figure that had suddenly appeared in my room, my eyes finally managed to focus, making it possible for me to see the intruder who was now staring at me. The figure was a man at least 7 feet tall, fully naked; he looked bloated; his eyes were bloodshot and looked like they would pop out of their sockets; at any point, his skin was a grayish light blue.
HIS LIPS
His lips extended from his mouth like an elephant's trunk, which had been split in half. The lips extended from the man's face to the candle; the flames had been put out. He was using his lips as a makeshift straw, slowly sucking up all the molten wax from the candle, which had fully liquified while I was asleep. I laid in bed, unable to move, unable to scream for help, staring until he emptied the jar. His lips retracted back to his face, the molten wax solidifying on their tips and cracking, flakes of wax falling off the man's lips and falling to the floor. The man grinned, staring at me. The ridges and gaps between the teeth were filled in with wax, making it impossible to make out where one tooth ended and the next one began. The man opened the door he was standing next to, but instead of walking out of the room, he stepped behind it. His face peered at me from above the door, and then once again, like he had done to drink the wax, the man puckered his lips, which stretched from his mouth and floated to me. I shook and tried to roll over away from him. I wanted to get up and run, but my fear had taken over my body. Tears flowed from my eyes. He kissed me on the cheek, leaving flakes of wax and light moisture. He retracted his lips and lowered his head behind the door.
I don't remember falling asleep, but when I woke up, I saw the empty glass jar, which at one point contained the candle. Even though I had hoped that what had happened was a dream, it wasn't. I still had flakes of wax on my cheek, and on my bedroom floor, the wax in the jar had disappeared. I called the police, but they were unable to find anyone in my apartment; they also could not find any evidence of a break-in.
After the break-in, I started looking for a new apartment to move to, thinking that the man was tied to the building I was in, but even though I had thrown out all of my candles, I could not stomach spending another hour in my apartment, constantly looking over my shoulder or walking around with my back pressed up against the wall to not allow it to creep up on me. Thankfully, my friend Emma was able to let me stay over at her apartment while I looked for a new one for myself.
Me and Emma have been friends since we were 8, and we've been there to support each other when times get rough. This isn’t the first time I've had to stay over at her house for an extended amount of time; in fact, I have had to stay over at Emma’s as many times as she has had to stay over at my apartment, whether it was because of evictions after losing a job, breakups, or a candle wax drinking squatter. I didn't even know if it was human. I mean, sure, it looked like one, but human lips are not supposed to do what his did, and somehow it didn't have a reaction to molten wax being poured down its esophagus. I didn't tell Emma about what happened—the details at least—I just told her that a man had broken into my house and was watching me sleep. The only people I told the truth to were my therapist and the cops, and all of them disregarded what I told them as my mind making things up after a traumatic event.
For a while, I believed what they said—I mean, why wouldn’t I?—but then I started seeing him again. For a few days, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me again like it had done during the night of the incident. For split seconds out of the corner of my eye, I would see the outline of a tall, bloated figure. At first, they were hours apart, but after a while, it became constant. He was standing in each room I passed, in every single dark corner I glanced past, and then he spoke.
“FeeD MeEeee”
It stood in the kitchen, peering over from a small gap between the fridge and the sink, where the trash can that had been knocked over onto its side usually stood. His voice was raspy, and every word that came out of his mouth was distorted as if he were gargling water, but still, I could somehow clearly make out each word he said from over 15 feet away.
“Please just leave me alone I… why are you following me?”
I shouted at the figure, the same fear that had taken over my body during the night I saw him for the first time paralyzing me, making it impossible for me to move anything other than my eyes, eyelids, and mouth.
“i’M sTarviNg, I nEEd You To FeEd ME”
It replied again. Now, stepping out from behind the fridge, he stepped directly onto a rotten banana. Its mushy brown content’s seeping out of the peel under the pressure of his decomposing foot, which was covered in scabs, and took up the same grayish light blue color as the rest of his body. He mostly looked the same; his bloodshot eyes bulged from their sockets, but now his tongue was swollen. It peeked out from between his bloated, cracked gray lips; it stared at me, waiting for an answer.
“Ok, I’ll.. I’ll feed you, but please just... leave me alone.”
I replied, the tone of my voice shifting into high-pitched squeals with every quick breath I took. He looked satisfied by my response. He somehow squeezed his bloated body back into the gap that was at least four times smaller than him. After peering over at me from above the fridge, he bent over backwards, his spine releasing a series of sickening cracks until he was fully obscured by the fridge, and then he vanished.
Still barely in control of my body, I limped over to the couch tucked away in the back corner of the living room, it took me at least 10 minutes to steady my breathing and 20 more to fully regain control of my body again but as soon as I did I ran out the house and to the nearest store, during the 15-minute walk he stared at me through dark windows and the backs of cars, peered out at me from gaps between leaves in the trees and bushes, he even followed me into the store staring at me from the middle of deserted isles before disappearing right before my eyes were able to fully catch him, once I finally got the candles I randomly picked four off of the shelves and rushed to the self checkout.
When I arrived home, I had 2 hours before Emma got off work. I didn't want to feed it while she was home, and I didn't want her to see it. I pulled out two of the candles from the black plastic bag and placed them on the kitchen table, the first a light blue candle named “Garden Rain” and the second a red candle named “Juicy Watermelon." I pulled out a lighter from one of the drawers Emma used after her stove stopped lighting on its own and lit each of the 6 wicks on the candles. As soon as I started seeing the wax melt under the heat of the burning wicks, I dropped the lighter onto the table next to the candles and ran out of the room. I could not stomach seeing that thing again; even just thinking about it made me shudder and hyperventilate. The paralyzing fear that seeing him caused me made me want to vomit.
At least 30 minutes later I started to hear it drink even though the living room and kitchen were separated by a wall, even though I had closed the door I could still hear what at first started as slurping sounds which were followed up by loud gulps, then it stopped, and once again 30 minutes later it started drinking, as the slurping started once again I heard the door to the apartment crack open, it was Emma, as she stepped through the door I saw her carrying two large brown paper bags of groceries in her hands, she was headed to the kitchen.
“Hey let me grab those for you”
I said running over to her, my voice shaking.
“Oh, thanks. Are you… okay, you look scared?”
My eyes shot wide open in a mixture of fear and surprise. I said the first thing that came to mind.
“Yeah just umm… I didn't expect you to come home so early and I got a bit spooked”
“shit sorry, I know I should have called you, work let me off early today,”
I started to turn away from her walking to the kitchen.
Trying to keep her away from the kitchen I told her to wait for me in the living room because I wanted to talk to her about something. I didn't know what I would talk to her about but that was a problem for future me to resolve, somehow it worked.
“What's that sound?”
She called out to me while walking towards the living room couch. It took me a few seconds to come up with an excuse.
“I think it’s the sink, or the pipes at least”
I opened the door to the kitchen with my eyes closed at first hesitant to look knowing what would be greeting me. slowly prying my eyes open I started to see its outline, my muscles started to lose strength as the details of the man came into my view, I felt the grocery bags start to slip from my arms, my knees buckled, face first I fell onto the kitchen floor scattering the groceries all over the floor, I mixture of a light scream and a yelp escaped from my mouth as my body made contact with the floor, Emma concerned for my safety ran into the kitchen, she didn't scream, using all of the strength and mobility I had left in my muscles I rolled over expecting to see her face drenched in terror, her body frozen still unable to move just like my body had done the first time that I saw him, but Emma looked concerned, the man was gone, she crouched down beside me.
“Oh my god are you ok? What happened?”
I looked around observing my surroundings.
“I um… I… I tripped on the little thing at the bottom of the doorframe”
I finally managed to blurt out another excuse, not being able to remember what the name of a door sill was. I started to sit up using a part of the energy that had returned to my body, pain pulsed through my chest and arms, Emma looked at me with a concerned face.
“You've been acting really weird since I got home, are you sure you're ok?”
“Yeah… I think I’m just having one of those days you know”
The confusion on Emma’s face said that she didn’t know and to be honest I didn't either, I guess my luck of pulling random excuses out of my ass ran out, Emma thought that she triggered some sort of PTSD response after barging into the house unannounced at first apologizing then trying to change the subject to stop my trembling which I was still unsuccessfully trying to hide from her.
“Did you buy candles?”
Emma asked picking the groceries apart from the garbage that spilled out the can that the man had knocked over, placing them on the table next to the now half-empty glass jars, the flames flickered above the inch or so of molten wax the man was unable to finish drinking.
“Yeah I’ve been struggling with work lately, they usually help me focus”
“Huh Interesting combination you’ve got going on here”
She looked at me and smiled slightly, I smiled back and chuckled to seem normal.
“Yeah even I don't know what I was trying to accomplish here, to be honest”
I tried to help Emma clean up the spilled groceries but she did not let me, she told me that I needed to recover like I had been in a car crash instead of having taken a little tumble. After a few seconds of silence, Emma spoke again.
“Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about earlier?”
A quick jolt of stress shot through my body, in a jumbled mess of lies and fear I had forgotten what I had told Emma, I sat there in silence for a few seconds unable to come up with an excuse
“I…umm… I don’t remember, it wasn't anything serious though”
“Damn did you hit your head too?”
She said once again proudly smiling at her joke.
At this point Emma picked up the last bag of potato chips from the floor and placed it on the table, then she opened the fridge and started loading the groceries into it.
“Anyway I gotta go get back to work’’
I blurted out after a few more seconds of awkward silence.
“Alright well good luck”
I walked over into the living room and sat down in front of my workstation, which now consisted of a laptop sitting on a small foldable TV tray that had just barely enough room left on it to fit a small USB mouse.
The last thing I remember, before I fell asleep, was me mindlessly scrolling through apartment listings while Emma watched a random 90’s horror movie I’m positive only had a budget of $500.
I woke up with a light stinging pain shooting through my dry throat, and a dim hissing sound caused by thousands of water drops striking the ground outside filled the room. I pressed the spacebar on my laptop, the brightness of the screen blinding me temporarily, after taking a few seconds to let my eyes readjust I managed to make out the time, 3:45 AM. A strong smell I was unable to make out the origin of assaulted my nostrils. Lavender.
The smell hitting my nose had the same effect on me that I would expect smelling salts would have on a weightlifter right before they set a world record. Before I knew it my legs were moving on their own at an almost uncontrollable pace, fighting back against my mind which was telling them to slow down after years of being used to navigating both mine and Emma’s apartment as steadily as possible to not bother the neighbors.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity I stood before Emma’s bedroom door, a faint, yellow, pulsating light radiated from a lamp and snuck out of a small gap between the door and the doorframe, reluctantly I pushed my left hand up against the door, my right hand grasping onto the door frame for a sense of stability, once the door was fully agape I scanned the inside of the room my heart skipping a beat for every humanoid shadow cast up onto the wall by the lights from the wicks which were set ablaze and were being slowly burnt away.
I walked into Emma’s room and made my way over to her bedside table to put out the candle, as I stepped closer towards her, her face became more defined, I could finally make out her features, she was awake, but no she could not have been, even though her eyes were wide open they never blinked, she didn't even move slightly, as I moved closer I finally managed to fully make out the expression of pure terror on her face, her mouth wide agape as if she was about to release a deafening screach, but she could not have, a single drop of solidified wax dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and clung to her cheek, my eyes traced the cream colored path back towards her mouth, first up her cheek then between the corner of her mouth and finally behind her teeth, there instead of her tongue or the roof of her mouth I saw a wall of wax which had filled in the entirety of her mouth.
I fell to my knees and hunched forward supporting my body weight with my arms, I was too late, I resisted the urge to vomit and got back up onto my feet, a mixture of tears and snot slid down my face and onto my lips, shaking now I slowly started limping over towards my phone which I had left on the couch next to where I had awoken just minutes before, just minutes before my life was destroyed because of my lies if I had just told Emma what I had gone through, if I had just told her what had happened on the night of the incident which now seemed trivial, even if she thought that I was crazy, I know that she would have complied just to make me feel comfortable.
It took me at least 30 seconds of repeated attempts to stabilize my hands enough to properly dial 911. “Someone broke into my apartment and hurt my friend” was the only reasonable explanation I could come up with that would not get the operator to hang up on me thinking that this was a prank call.
I sat there in the living room for an agonizing 10 minutes, crying, my sadness slowly transformed into anger towards myself, and my mind raced thinking of all the lies I’d told, I kept thinking that if I had just told her the truth she would not have been laying there in her bed, her body bloated, “every single orifice has signs of forced penetration and has been filled with what seems to be candle wax” is what was written on her autopsy report.
For a few days I was the main suspect in Emma’s murder, but due to the almost unstoppable crying and the unresponsive state that I was in when the police arrived, mixed with the lack of evidence of me having a way to produce 30 pounds of candle wax led to me being released out of police custody, but because I was the main suspect I was not told any details about what had fully happened to Emma, for days all I had to work off of was the image of her face frozen in terror, and a short glance I caught of her bloated body as she was being carted out on a stretcher.
I recounted every single word of our last conversations over and over again until they became permanently etched into my brain.
Emma’s parents originally wanted to cremate her, as that is what she had somewhat jokingly asked for whenever the topic of funerals came up, well she had joked about wanting to have had unpopped popcorn shoved down her throat before she was sent off to “scare the shit out of the guy cremating me” but due to all the wax which would have been impossible to get out of her body they were forced to bury her.
A few days before Emma’s funeral her body disappeared.
After Emma’s death, her parents took me into their home, after reading the autopsy reports and seeing her corpse they had thrown out every single candle they owned which made their home the safest choice I had, still, this did not stop me from buying a machete and keeping it under my bed, just in case.
I was laying on the bed in their guest bedroom The day that the police informed Emma’s parents about her disappearance, the bedroom is right above the front porch of the house, at first I heard them ring the doorbell which was followed up by 3 powerful knocks on the door, for about a minute I laid there on the bed listening to muffled voices exchanging distorted words I was barely able to make out which slowly transformed into distorted weeps, curious I lifted myself up from the bed, made my way over to the window and carefully lifted the bottom panel making Shure to not make too much noise, the distorted muffled sounds started forming into coherent words “We checked the security footage but the only strange thing we could see was a 5 second time jump” one of the officers spoke in a serious and almost monotone voice “which meant that the security guard who was the only person in the building had to climb down 2 flights of stairs walk through a 40 foot long hallway and then drag her body back up stairs and out of the building in 5 seconds” Emma’s mom let out yelp “ but don’t worry ma'am that’s actually good news because we know that her corpse is still somewhere within the building and was probably brought to the wrong floor by an intern, we’ve already warned all of the staff at the hospital to keep an eye out, and we also sent 5 officers to search the hospital”
I could not believe what I was hearing, my breathing quickened, but this time instead of fear I felt anger, that fucker stole her corpse and was probably in the weird separate plane of existence he always went back to after terrorizing me, cutting off chunks of her body, melting her, and drinking her.
I closed the window Emma’s mom's cries once again turned into a muffled rumble which was only possible to make out if you knew what to look for, I took a few steps back away from the window planning to lay back down, not wanting to bother Emma’s parents. I bumped into something, not something, someone, its fleshy towering form as solid as a wall sent me tumbling forward, I knew it was him, he had returned to take me too, to stretch his swollen cracked lips, push them down my esophagus, fill my lungs and stomach with wax. But despite all of that this time I was not scared, I was angry, and I was not going to stand there in terror like I had the last time I saw him.
I fell forward onto my knees my face missing the window sill just by mere inches, I put my hands onto the floor, lifted one of my knees, and rotated 180 degrees now facing the monster, to the right of him pushed up against the wall was the bed, light from the sun reflected off of the metallic button which kept my machete in it’s sheathe, the man started to stretch his lips, they were moving towards me, waving a wiggling through the air like a snake slithering towards me.
I dove towards the bed one of my feet pushing off of the floor and the other pushing against the wall which creaked under the pressure applied to it, I flew for a few moments before slamming down onto the carpet and sliding forward, the heat generated by my skin brushing against the carpet released a sharp stinging pain throughout my body, my outstretched arm landed just a few inches short of the machete, I quickly bent my arms, pushing my body up and crawled towards the machete. my fingers wrapped around the handle I spun around, my back pushed up against the bedside table, once again facing the man, he was still facing the window but his lips faced me and were just a few feet away from me, for what felt like minutes but was most likely no longer than a second, I struggled to hook my finger under the strap securing the machete into its sheath, as the lips inched towards me the man started producing gurgling noises, he was regurgitation wax.
I finally pulled the machete out of its sheath, I swung the blade at the man's lips, the blade was not met with any resistance as it sliced through the man’s lips which landed on the carpeted floor with an audible thud, the man did not have a physical reaction to my counter-attack, his lips kept creeping towards me, once again I slashed at the lips, still no reaction, I repeated this at least 3 more times.
I wanted to kill him, I wanted to take revenge for what he had done to Emma, but fighting back was pointless. I realized that no matter how much I tried to hurt it, I could not kill him, I could not get rid of him.
My rage dissipated and a mixture of fear and sadness crept in, and soon took over my body, I screamed for help, I screamed in fear, in agony, tears streamed down my face as the man's lips finally reached my face, he wasn’t met with any resistance as his lips snuck between mine, pried my jaw open and finally started to slide down my esophagus.
I heard the cops run up the stairs, they started banging on the door asking if I was okay only to have been met with muffled screams, hot wax started to pour down inside of me, the stinging pain of the heat made me want to plunge the machete which I had dropped onto the ground next to me into my stomach to create a gaping wound that the wax would hopefully funnel out of, the texture of the man's slippery, oily lips matched with the poison like flavor of the wax caused me to start gagging, I felt my insides bulging like at any moment my intestines would have been filled to the point where they would pop, I wanted to vomit, the drain myself of the filth I was filled with, but his lips had plugged my throat not allowing anything to get out.
Hearing my muffled screams the cops started kicking the door down, the man retracted his lips, the suction aided my attempts at cleansing my insides, I got onto my hands and knees streams of molten wax pouring out of me, solidifying on the the carpet, with another loud thud the door swung open slamming into the wall, the man was gone.
That’s the last thing I remember before I passed out, but according to one of the doctors who was in the ambulance that brought me to the hospital, I was still semi-responsive during the first 10 minutes of the ride to the hospital.
Approximately 13.4 pounds of wax were removed from my body, the doctors said that I was in a critical condition and some of them did not expect me to make it.
One of the officers who was there the day the man attacked me took a report of what had happened to me, due to the unmistakable evidence of what had happened to both me and Emma, and the fact that this was the 3rd instance of me reporting something like this the police finally started investigating who this man might have been.
Around a month later I was discharged from the hospital and once again have been staying in the living room of Emma’s parent's house.
I’ve been seeing the man again, candles were not allowed in the hospital I stayed at, which means that he’s probably very hungry, he’s close to attacking me again, I know it, he wants to finish what he started and I don't know if I have the power to fight back, I’m not sure if defeating him is even possible, I’m tired.
I’ve been seeing Emma too, her bloated, reanimated corpse often appears to be standing next to the man. If I let him take me will I get to join them? I’ve tried asking but they don’t answer, they just stare, I can’t keep living in constant fear, always looking over my shoulder, I miss Emma.

Hey ladies and gentlemen (m21) here, lately my life hasn’t been going like I planned it I’ve been thinking of ending it all because I can’t bare the pain that I’m going through right now , my dog has just passed away and to top it of my ex partner of 6 years has split up with me and tbh idk what to do no more I haven’t been working lately as my mental health has gone down a rabbit hole and it’s pretty hard to get out of , I did try to end it last night but obviously it didn’t work cause I’m still here …. I’m just seeking advice on what to do because it’s been very hard for me lately anyone with advice please help me thankyou

Before I begin I just wanna say that I made this late at night and I’m not that good with expressing my words so if something leaves you confused just ask your question in the comments
I have yearned for a deep connection with love sense middle school I (18 f) have ADHD(diagnosed) Autism(Diagnosed) and I might have Maladaptive Disorder (I fit certain symptoms but am not Diagnosed) feel in love around that time and dated her for 4 years and then another for 6 months in High School but both times we left on bad terms. 1 for cheating and the other for her just taking a break, and sense then I literally can’t stop thinking and wanting. My wants are mostly just being around them loving them by giving them gifts, hearing them talk, be patient, uplift, admire them and so on so forth. Some of the thoughts are sexual but that’s very rare. My main take away is how do I overcome this, how do I simply live a life were I can do things with my life that don’t involve deep thoughts about exes or this future imaginary lover in my mind, and these daydreams there vivid I mean I have been imaging the same scene over and over again the only difference is that it gets more complex with age, I believe that there maybe a cure which some of you might say hangout with friends or get hobbies or even start to really take your time to live the deeper inner workings of your mind,body and soul. But I lack lots of those, as the pending completion of my high school life is around the corner all my friends have just vanished, some I do kinda talk to but most have ghosted me or just flat out vanished from the internet, my hobbies are only video games but I would love to do more but it’s like my mind with this impending yearning also collides with a deep sense of fear, and same thing with love it also ruins me, everything I do even a simple glance my heart races with a rush of fear and I just wanna overcome or at the least minimize it, when it comes to my fears my daydreams show a darker approach, me being alone permanently, and my face aging but my soul dying a slow agonizing death with each passing moment. I have tried to do a self reflect but it’s deeper then that and sometimes that’s requires an outside source but I’m shy and I don’t talk a lot unless I’m VERY comfortable with people. I just have been longing for things that may or may not happen and im honestly done.
Sorry if this turned into a mess or at least a confusing writing project I just need a place to talk and see others responses cause it’s been a while sense I have contacted another human besides family

Hi all,
I decided one day too late to drop the only course I signed up for the summer, and take off summer altogether.
The issue is that the instruction to withdraw from the course - go to registration page, use dropdown etc, doesn't work. I can't even get to the "register for classes" page because it gives me an error that the registration page is closed because the timeline has passed.
Uh, Is there no way to withdraw a class after registration closes? Should I not pay the tuition and wait for the class to be canceled? Will that leave a silly mark on my record?
TIA!

TLDR: I (36/F) have been “roommates” with my best friend (34/F) Janine for almost 5 years. Originally, I had been renting a 3br house in 2018. Janine & her long term boyfriend broke up around the start of the pandemic— December 2019. I offered my office for her to stay until she gets back on her feet. The other bedroom belongs to my then 7 year old daughter. She turns 13 this year.
Janine is also my daughter’s Godmother, so my daughter is happy to have her around. Janine has made questionable decisions when it comes to men, questionable decisions about her life, and has unresolved trauma that she doesn’t want to see a therapist for. She does her best to fake it in front of my child. She comes in & they greet each other happily, but as soon as she sees me, that smile fades and she may not even speak to me. When I brought this up to her, she said that my girl doesn’t deserve her sadness and that I as her friend should understand that some times she doesn’t want to talk. But to not speak or acknowledge me at all? What’s up with that?
Janine is also very secretive. Things happen to her and she chooses not to tell me until either the situation has passed / been solved or she’s so deep in trouble that she can’t get herself out of it. When the situation has been solved, she has probably jumped through so many hoops to solve it and it probably could’ve gotten it solved faster had she told ANYBODY. She mainly doesn’t tell me things because I’m a “fixer”. You tell me something is wrong and I’m immediately offering advice on how to solve it. I found out that’s a bad practice and I should learn to just listen. I’m sure Janine feels like I treat her like a child with my fixing nature, but like I said earlier, she makes bad decisions.
Late last year, my job allowed me to work from home majority of the week because our business is getting larger & they need room for extra workers. I no longer have an office, so I figured we should move in a bigger house. At the time, I thought Janine was a staple in our house, but since January, Janine has been more dramatic than usual. We’ve been saving money for the moment we find something that fits our needs. I found something perfect and I texted her about it. Everyone in the house that’s over 18 has to put in an application. Application has a fee of $75. Janine said she couldn’t handle the $75 until next week but the application was time sensitive. I told Janine I can cover her app fee and she said she rather I not do that. I didn’t understand because we cover for each other and pay each other back all of the time, so what’s different now?
Because of the way she flaked on me for this nicer place, I began to wonder should I just start looking for a place for just me and my daughter? Janine told me she’s in a good place financially, so should I suggest that we save money individually and go our separate ways as far as our living arrangements are concerned? I don’t want to lose my friend, but after 5 years of living together & the original plan was for to stay until she got herself together after a 9 year breakup, shouldn’t we move on? I’m conflicted. I don’t know what to do.

Okay, here's a few things.. I haven't been doing well in any of my courses since starting the BCOM program in 2020.. reasons being: online learning was hard for me and I did online during COVID, I've lost family members due to sickness..they passed away.. just things that have been out of my control and having to cope with loss..
Just this month, a psychologist was able to let me know of two diagnosis' related to how I learn: ADHD (Inattentive type) and also having phonological dyslexia. Took this long to find out.
I've passed some courses but failed other courses. I attend classes now in person, thankfully but I'm not sure why I'm not feeling successful or welcome at MacEwan. I'm an ADR student so I do have access to learning resources as of January of this year. But I'm debating whether to leave MacEwan and the BCOM program here.. I don't find other students to be friendly, group work stresses me out (some courses have group work in it), I've been made fun of by another student for being different.. I want to like it at MacEwan but feeling pretty down lately. I've spoken to several school of business advisors but they don't seem helpful. One said recently "do whatever you want".. I go there to express that I need help planning this degree but I'm met with uncaring advisors.. I've seen 3 different advisors there.. Yet it's the same and I leave frustrated..
There's a specialist from the ADR department who has been really kind and she's who I'd stay for but I'm beginning to wonder if I should just try to transfer or something..
I know NAIT not only has the HR diploma but you can also do the BBA program. Maybe a change in my environment will help...
In a way, I miss NorQuest because the students are more social and less aloof.. (not returning to NorQuest for anything though)
Has anyone ever transferred to NAIT from MacEwan? How did it go? I want to major in Human Resources as many friends, family and coworkers have said it's very suitable for my personality and can see me working in that field.. thanks in advance..

Firstly, a note. My problems mainly stem from a toxic workplace (we just had our 4th layoff and I've only been here 10 months man...and people who didn't get laid off also left voluntarily including 3 AP, our 2nd controller in 4 months just resigned and we're looking for a new one [we have multiple controllers and each controls their sector], and a senior accountant, oh, and several execs including the CEO and a handful of C-Suite fled 😅) and previously a toxic manager too who spontaneously has been nice now for 2 months in a row. He's been sickingly nice lately that I'm wondering if I'm getting fired soon or in the next layoff wave rofl.
So I'm hella burned out. Roasted crispies. I KNOW my job as a senior isn't that bad if I just found a supportive place but I'm entertaining this separate idea...
Also, in case anyone tells me to "Just leave PA and it'll be better." My current job is in industry already 😭 XXXXXX
So I was wondering. If I quit this job with a lower position lined up (not even staff) but like AP specialist, AR accountant, or even a bookkeeper or even a part time job, while studying for my CPA, would that be weird? I can totally explain it as "I wanted to take time off to study, but figured it would've been financially wiser to just find ANY basic income, regardless of title, so that I could supplement the studying" etc.
But that's if I can land an interview. My fear is a recruiter will see my application go from staff (3 years) to staff (8 months) to senior (10 months) and then drop back down to bookeeper (X months it takes to pass all 4 sections), they might just rejected it right there.
EDIT: Also note. I'm not specifically looking for AP, bookkeeper etc. I'm applying everywhere including other senior roles. I'm extra picky because ngl this job has been traumatizing. If I just so happen that I find a good culture in a random AP role, I'll take it and settle with it for a few years while I continue to study.
TLDR: If I go down a step in the corporate ladder, it'll make it less pressure to study, but will it make job hunting harder the next time I try to search for a senior role again?

There is an optical illusion of Black Holes that people do not consider strongly enough. Once a planet is near the LongBar, it's way way too late. Already in the blender. The the event horizon is far beyond the point of no return because of the amount of gravity it takes, and other fields that are required, in order for light to be sucked in. You can also get stuck in a permanent stretching of time. This is why I propose that our entire galaxy feels this field which is pointing in all directions with one main direction, like an ocean with currents. We can use these fields around us, that stem from the center of Sagittarius A, to move us around, but we haven't quite gotten there tech wise, as far as I am aware. It's kind of like sailing, but with some subatomic particles. The ocean in which we live in is getting more turbulent around us as we approach the center of our black holed galaxy. This will make leaving our home planet for a new one slower and harder in the future. The turbulence is on different scales, like tide and waves, and ripples. All we really have is now, so we should all do our best to live in the moment, because as the turbulence increases the zones of time in which we inhabit will change. For example being on the other side of the earth, away from someone, can feel like forever, or it can feel like no time at all, depending on these pockets of time distortion that we all experience on some scale. All I am saying is that the magnitude of the peaks is going to start spiking as the times get more turbulent. As humans, we can sense how quickly time passes, how is this?
Can we sense time distortions for real? I personally believe that time passes at different rates in different areas, but light and physics dictates that it follows a path, and that gravity affects the trajectory of light, but subtly. Think of a fiber optic cable transferring light. It can bend, but the light follows it. It works this way with time and space. With what we can sense between here and another solar system is substantially different, and the time/gravity fluctuations between the two can be larger in magnitude than what we realize. With what we can see in our galaxy, we know where things were, and not where they currently are. If you have 2 locations with time distortions in the form of turbulence between them, like a high pressure and low pressure fluid dynamic, how does that affect the light reaching us? How does that affect everything that we can sense? This is the premise behind the idea, that we are actually closer to the center of our galaxy than we realize.
Turbular! -Robert W. Christie

Has anyone experienced this? I’ve been diagnosed with PCOS since September of 2023 and been on Metformin ever since. Recently, “this month” my period came a week late then the suggested time frame. And how it started I thought it was implantation bleeding because it was brown and very very light like I used a pantyliner light and that lasted for 3 days. Then it started to look like it was going to pick up, but that lasted for one day still light and the blood was still brown. Then I passed a really big blood clot. Just picture a square piece of toilet paper and it covered a bit over 1/4th of it. I’ve been cramping ever since and I am going on day 7 of brown blood. Still very light and when I wipe each time there’s little small blood clots the size of clipped fingernails. I showed a picture of the huge blood clot to my doctor but she says it’s normal. That’s the first time I’ve ever passed a blood clot that big. I had a miscarriage some years ago that looked like that. But I took pregnancy tests and they all came back negative. Has anyone ever been through this too?

Okay, here's a few things.. I haven't been doing well in any of my courses since starting the BCOM program in 2020.. reasons being: online learning was hard for me and I did online during COVID, I've lost family members due to sickness..they passed away.. just things that have been out of my control and having to cope with loss..
Just this month, a psychologist was able to let me know of two diagnosis' related to how I learn: ADHD (Inattentive type) and also having phonological dyslexia. Took this long to find out.
I've passed some courses but failed other courses. I attend classes now in person, thankfully but I'm not sure why I'm not feeling successful or welcome at MacEwan. I'm an ADR student so I do have access to learning resources as of January of this year. But I'm debating whether to leave MacEwan and the BCOM program here.. I don't find other students to be friendly, group work stresses me out (some courses have group work in it), I've been made fun of by another student for being different.. I want to like it at MacEwan but feeling pretty down lately. I've spoken to several school of business advisors but they don't seem helpful. One said recently "do whatever you want".. I go there to express that I need help planning this degree but I'm met with uncaring advisors.. I've seen 3 different advisors there.. Yet it's the same and I leave frustrated..
There's a specialist from the ADR department who has been really kind and she's who I'd stay for but I'm beginning to wonder if I should just try to transfer or something..
I know NAIT not only has the HR diploma but you can also do the BBA program. Maybe a change in my environment will help...
In a way, I miss NorQuest because the students are more social and less aloof.. (not returning to NorQuest for anything though)
Has anyone ever transferred to NAIT from MacEwan? How did it go? I want to major in Human Resources as many friends, family and coworkers have said it's very suitable for my personality and can see me working in that field.. thanks in advance..

We’ve been dating for 4 months. For the past few weeks he’s been acting really distant/dry through texts and has rejected my initiation for a date twice in a row. For a while I just took that he had a bad day/week and assumed that it would pass, but it didn’t. It wasn’t until yesterday that I decided to talk to him about it, and before I could tell him my concerns, he immediately apologised about being dry lately as his “mental health hasn’t been too well”. He explained to me very briefly that it was due to stress and school, but he told me he wasn’t ready to talk to me about it. I asked whether I could do anything to make him feel better, but he just said I didn’t need to do anything… he then proceeded to say that he doesn’t know if he’s ready for a relationship and understands if I find someone else because he doesn’t want to waste my time.
I wasn’t sure if he said this because he’s lost feelings for me and that I should leave, or that he’s genuinely down in the dumps and I should be there to support him through it. So I asked whether he needs space, to which he said he doesn’t know as he’s just feeling very lost in life at the moment.
I’m genuinely at a loss at what I should do, because it seems like he isn’t clear about what he wants and I can’t seem to discern whether he needs me to be there or he wants to leave. I thought that if I were to stay, I wouldn’t know how to make him feel better as he seems to shut me out and not want to talk about it. But at the same time I worry and care about him and it just seems cruel to decide to leave him when he’s feeling low. I really don’t know what to do, thoughts?

• (Short story time)

Might be hard to believe, but growing up I had never played a Zelda game (yes people like me exist haha) so I figured better to start late than never. I had recently found and dusted off my old 3DS I found in the back of the closet and took the opportunity to look at old games I missed out on growing up. As I combed through the 3DS' most popular games and people's recommendations, one that kept sticking out was "Ocarina of Time 3D", universally praised and ranked number one on a lot of people's lists. So as someone 26+ years late to the party, I thought I'd finally play my first Zelda game.
So far, I'm loving the game. It's fun and charming, the atmosphere is so nice and immersive, and I finally discovered all the iconic music and sound effects I've heard for YEARS in other stuff LOL. Currently I'm still early on in the game, just landed into the Royal Family's Tomb in Kakariko Village.

• (Main Topic - Me getting stuck)

I've got a huge question though, is the game supposed to be frustrating and hard to follow? I'm no stranger to these types of games and am used to exploring, backtracking and traveling, but I kept getting stuck ALOT.
In the beginning of the game at Kokiri village, I got stuck immediately. I was told to go find a "Sword and Shield" before I could see the great deku tree. So I went to the shop and bought a shield, and then thought "Well they got a stick for sale in here, so maybe that's the make shift sword for now?" but obviously that wasn't it. After running around the village more, I found the entrance to the The Lost woods. Being such a grand opening of an entrance I thought I was supposed to go in there to find a sword. After running around for 15 more minutes and getting lost over and over I realized this wasn't it either. So after running around the village more I found the crawlspace to learn how to dodge the moving boulder and found nothing again? But I figured that couldn't be it so I keep running around in circles and missed the chest THREE times because of the game's camera controls (maybe this is just a 3ds version issue?). Was I supposed to have a hard time finding the first sword? No one told me it would be at the back of town, behind a small crawlspace, past a moving boulder. The only clue I got was "You need a sword and shield to pass through here". I thought it honestly seemed more like a place to find a secret item, rather than an important story piece?
When I progressed to Hyrule Castle to try and see the princess, I got stuck again. During the portion where you have to sneak past the guards, I found the vines growing on the side of the wall. And after sneaking past to the side of the castle, I found an old guy sleeping? He wouldn't wake up no matter how many times I talked to him and I couldn't figure out what to do. So I thought I missed something and went back to town. When I couldn't find anything different in town I went back to the castle and noticed there was a girl named Malon standing next to the vines now. I talked to her and she said her dad fell asleep on his way to the castle during a delivery and asked if I could "wake him up". I thought "ah, now that I've talked to this girl I can wake up that guy". I did think it was really weird how she wasn't there before hand though, shouldn't she have been there the first time I tried to sneak in? Anyway I snuck to the side of the castle again and the guy WOULDN'T WAKE UP. I was super confused why he wouldn't wake up after I talked to Malon. After running around for 10 minutes and finding nothing, I decided to look up a guide. It turns out Malon gives you an egg, but only after you talk to her TWICE. She only gives you the important item you need if you speak to her again, after she finishes talking the first time?? Wouldn't it make more sense for her to say "hey can you wake up my dad if you find him? Also here is an egg" all in one? Why would I need to talk to her two times in a row for the progression item I need? Anyway, I got the egg and snuck past the guards again and when I made it to her dad it hatched into a chicken. I'm going to be real here, I got stuck again lol. I thought I would just talk to Malon's sleeping dad and he would finally wake up and I would give him a chicken as a gift? I knew chickens were animals in Zelda (and that you're never supposed to attack one) but it didn't even occur to me that the chicken in my inventory was an item to be equipped and used to wake up Malon's dad. I had to look at another guide for that one.
My third time getting stuck was after I talked to Zelda for the first time. After I talked to Zelda for the first time, I got to see the cool cutscene and spy on Ganon in the window. Afterwards, I get the Princess note thing and Zelda stops talking to me (I'm free to move around). At this point, I had been playing for over 2 hours so I saved and closed the game. When I came back to it later in the day, I was SUPER CONFUSED why I was back in Kokiri village. After looking it up, I get sent back there every time I save and close the game unless it's a dungeon?? Shouldn't that be a warning when you save?? "Warning, closing your game will have you awake in your bed in Kokiri village the next time you continue". I was really frustrated that I had to run back to Hyrule on foot, sneak past all the guards AGAIN, and then when I talked to Zelda I had to watch the cutscene AGAIN. It only took like 17 minutes, so it wasn't a huge deal but it was really frustrating how saving and closing the game made me lose progress.
The most recent time I got stuck was at the graveyard in Kakariko Village. After entering Kakariko village, I couldn't find anything to do since I couldn't progress into the mountain without the King's permission. I kept hearing about the graveyard though, so I figured that's where I should go next. I found the graveyard at the edge of town and read the gravestones one by one. When I got to the royal family's tomb some ghost popped out and I defeated them. The ghost told me some things and then disappeared afterwards. After that, I thought I was done in the graveyard, no chests, no branching paths, just the graveyard tour which I assumed was a minigame to get some rupees?. My train of thought was, okay so now maybe the king will be in town and I need to find him so he will give me permission to enter the mountain, I'll probably need to play my ocarina for him since Impa said the song will give me credibility for knowing the royal family. Guess who was wrong lol. I spent 30 minutes running around town checking every nook and cranny for something that would progress me forward. I gave up and looked at a guide again. Turns out I needed to play my ocarina at the royal family tomb to progress forward. Was I supposed to know to do that??? Did I miss some dialog at some point that tells me if I see a triforce symbol to play my ocarina on it? No one told me to do that. It seemed obvious when I thought about it, but there wasn't any tutorial or hints from Navi about it.

• (Conclusion)

Am I just incompetent?? Is progression in OOT supposed to be smooth sailing and I'm just fumbling the bag? I'm genuinely confused why I got stuck so many times this early on in the game. It's just really frustrating and disrupts the flow of what would other wise seem like a great story. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to keep playing, I love the gameplay and the visuals so far, plus it's kind of exciting since it's my first Zelda game. But man, is it supposed to be this frustrating for me? Are all Zelda games like this? Or is this just how games were in 1998? Am I just bad at this game? Lol

I'm a graduating SHS student from UST. Nung 1st term ng grade 12, nag ka line of 7 ako sa isang subject which is chemistry. Isang quarter lang naman yung line of 7 and ayos naman lahat ng grades ko sa ibang subject, sa chem lang talaga pumalya.
Wala akong excuses sa kapalyahan ko. Hindi talaga ako nag pursigi noong time na yon, burn out ako physically and mentally pero bumawi naman ako ngayong 2nd term.
Fast forward, sinabi ko sa mom ko na nag ka line of 7 ako. Hindi ako proud, I just told her the truth. She was very disappointed. Because back in elem and JHS I'm an honor student achiever ba ayun hahaha. Ramdam na randam ko pag ka disappoint niya. Well, I understand kasi naman naghihirap siya para ipag-aral ako dito sa UST eh. Talagang madidisappoint talaga sa line of 7 ko. Kaya it's understandable na magalit at mainis siya sakin kasi halos binigay na niya lahat for me and I couldn't even make her proud.
I have a dorm plus may allowance ako and hindi naman strict parents ko. So I have the freedom that I want. Don't get me wrong I'm not the type of student to party all night. Sadyang hindi ko lang ma-grasps yung subject na chemistry and hindi ko talaga forte ang Health Sciences. That's my biggest mistake I guess. Trying to pursue something that I'm not passionate about just to please my mother. Gusto niya kasi ng anak na doktor. Mahirap mama, masyado akong bobo para dyan haha baka in my next life.
Anyway, I took USTET. I passed my priority program, so it seems di naman ako bobo hahaha. When I passed, kahit one word of "Congrats" wala akong narinig from them. Hayst. Alam ko namang hindi na nila ako pag aaralin sa UST. One because the program that I'm qualified for ay hindi align with Medical field and two since nga nagkaline of 7 ako wala ng bilib sakin mga magulang ko. Tanggap ko naman na hindi na nila ako pag aaralin sa UST, pero syempre dahil medyo makulit ako parang biniro biro ko sila "Mama UST nalang ako ulit please". Yung tono ko biro biro lang pero I'm not sure how my mom took it.
After a few days, bigla akong minessage ng ate ko. Pinagalitan niya ako sa family GC. Sinabi niya na deserve ko talaga na di na mag aral ulit sa dream school ko dahil sa kapalyahan ko. At napaka selfish ko daw, hindi ko raw iniisip pag hihirap ng magulang namin. She told me na kahit anong gawin ko madidisappoint sakin si mama.
Masakit lang para sa akin, ikaw ba namang pagsabihan ng ganon. Pero I know na sinabi niya yon sakin para magising ako sa katotohanan which is gising na gising pa ako pero that added salt to the wound talaga. Parang napakalaki ng kasalanan ko for getting a line of 7 in one quarter in one subject.
Syempre hindi ko na nireplyan, nag seen lang ako. Ano bang sasabihin ko? Hindi ko alam nung mga time na yon what's the right word to say... Baka magalit lang siya pag nag reply ako. My sister is older and she's pregnant with her first child, ayoko namang dumagdag ako sa stress niya. Kaya hinayaan ko lang, baka naglalabas lang ng stress toh. For now I'll just be the punching bag. I can take it naman. Lagi naman silang ganito sa akin.
A few days after nag chat siya sa GC, "Bati na tayo" tas mention ng name ko. Akala ko nag jojoke lang yung message kasi ang sarcastic and finals namin nung chinat niya yon. Ayoko munang madistract at baka mag break down pa ako so hindi ko muna pinansin yung message sa GC. Pero I accidentally left it on seen. This is not on purpose and hindi ko rin alam irereply ko kaya hindi talaga ako nag reply. I was still processing everything and I felt kinda depressed that week. And a small part of me resent her dahil sa mga sinabi niya sa akin, fresh pa yung wound ganon.
So fast forward, this week gender reveal nila ate. And naturang mag ooverlap siya sa schedule ng graduation practice namin (Gragraduate pa rin naman haha). So tinanong ko sa isa ko pang kapatid paano ko pag sisiksikan yung schedule and nag chat si kapatid sa GC asking what time end ng gender reveal.
After nun nag reply si ate na kahit wag na daw akong umattend, di naman daw nila ako kailangan. Hindi ako nag seen sa GC pero nabasa ko sa notification bar yung reply niya. Then minutes after nun nag chat siya sa akin sa personal message naman. Sabi niya dadalhin ko daw lahat netong mga ginagawa ko hanggang sa pagtanda. She basically cursed me out. Asking bakit ko daw siya tinatarantado eh buntis nga siya. Nagkikipagbati siya tas ako I had the audacity to left her message on read.
After a day ng message niyang yon nag sorry ako sakanya sa personal message. Very sincere and genuine yung sorry ko. Tinanggap ko kahit it felt very unjustified nung pinapagalitan niya ako sa GC. Nagpakumbaba ako, I told her na syempre ayoko dalhin toh hanggang sa pagtanda ko and as expected hindi niya binuksan yung message ko. I deserve that for responding so late.
Ngayon sa tingin ko habangbuhay na siyang may sama ng loob sa akin. I don't even know what I did wrong (Maybe this is me being ignorant pero I'm genuinely confused) Bakit parang hindi ako pamilya sa sarili kong pamilya? Why do I have to walk on eggshells all the time? Bakit lahat nalang ng nakikita nila sa akin ay yung negative traits ko? Ansakit sakit lang. Naiingit tuloy ako sa mga kaibigan kong may healthy relationship sa family nila, bat pag ako parang stranger na trato sa akin.
Ako ba yung gago sa sitwasyon na toh dahil hindi ko nireplyan yung pakikipagbati niya sa GC?

I find myself getting worked up and angry because of what I see online… And people’s views on not only bariatric surgery, but anything related to weight loss intervention (Ozempic and such).
I think we all want to feel valid, so I understand not listening to what other people think, but what I do see still bothers me. I’m down 70 pounds now since the start of March and every aspect of my life has gotten better. I walk/run 3 miles everyday. I haven’t cheated and have stuck to the instruction of my bariatric team to the letter. I look fantastic and quite frankly… I’m proud of myself. No being humble about it.
However, Instagram and TikTok’s algorithm have been feeding me more health related content lately, and when I look in the comment section for inspiration or stories or anything related… especially on Instagram… it’s overwhelmingly negative. Why is being overweight a demon that people seem to have little to no sympathy for… when other addictions get a pass, we’re treated like trash? There’s legitimate people out there who think we should bully and shame people into being fit. There’s a mindset that if you don’t do it like some influencer who followed some fad trend diet like 75 hard… or if you’re not this Goggins guy… or if you aren’t some super athlete… then you aren’t valid?
People are just… nasty. If you did anything to take control of your life that isn’t ultra traditional, then according to people online in certain spaces, you’re a cheater, fraud, undisciplined, and a quitter. I want to be as proud of myself as I can be, but it’s just depressing to me to see those things. It makes me question everything I’ve been through my entire life when it came to my weight. Other people’s opinions shouldn’t matter to me, but how can I be open about my surgery if this is how people act as soon as they’re veiled by online anonymity? How can I trust anyone isn’t talking behind my back about how I’m a fraud… with how many people act like that online?
It’s just upsetting to me. I don’t know. How do you tone those overwhelmingly negative voices out? For now… I deleted TikTok and Instagram. I don’t need to see that stuff anymore.
TL;DR - People are toxic online when it comes to sleeve or any other weight loss intervention, and that negativity is getting to me. It’s evoking a massive feeling of imposter syndrome.

This actually happened Just wrote it as a story to avoid it being found out. Anyone know why he changed his mind? Or am I just overthinking it. Also Names are changed to avoid Revealing any information.
Evelyn's fingers hovered over her keyboard, a lingering hesitation before she pressed the "upload" button on her latest TikTok video. She had been immersed in the world of gaming content for months now, finding solace and joy in sharing her adventures with a growing online community. Yet, there was always that familiar twinge of curiosity and confusion every time she checked her viewership stats.
A year ago, her life had taken an unexpected turn. Evelyn met Jason in an online game, their camaraderie quickly evolving into a deep connection. Despite the three-year age gap, they had decided to meet in person, their chemistry undeniable. The whirlwind romance that followed was filled with late-night gaming sessions, shared dreams, and plans for a future together. They even talked about marriage, believing their love could overcome any obstacle.
However, reality hit hard when Jason’s parents vehemently opposed their relationship, citing the age difference as an insurmountable barrier. The pressure became too much, and Jason ended things. They had agreed not to block each other, a mutual decision that Evelyn initially found puzzling. When he had mentioned the idea of blocking, she had been ready to accept it, but he never followed through.
Months passed, and Evelyn buried herself in her gaming and TikTok content. But one thing nagged at her: Jason seemed to be watching every single video sometimes Liking or favoriting one she posted. She could see his name popping up in the viewership stats, a silent spectator to her digital life. It was odd, considering their breakup had seemed so final.
Evelyn often wondered why he hadn’t blocked her and why he watched her videos. Was it just a coincidence, some algorithmic fluke showing her content to his friends who then shared it with him? Or was there something more?