Something that's been a hard pill for me to swallow and keep down is realizing that most people are consistently desired and have people liking them up into older age, while I'm 25 and I don't think anyone has genuinely ever had as little as a crush on me...
Any guy I was bold enough to tell I liked them always looked uncomfortable and promptly rejected me. And no they weren't all straight. It really hurts when I see people younger and older than me being desired by hundreds of people. I can't even get 1 single person to like me or find me to be worthy enough of their time
Any one I've messaged for a little bit ghosted me. And that's blatantly them saying they don't find me good enough. It's not even about not being good enough as a partner or not good enough in terms of personality because when you're attractive enough people are willing to coax "personality" out of you
Being good looking to the person you're talking to is the only real way to secure their interest in you
People pursue people they find attractive period. Someone you find attractive naturally just becomes the most interesting person in the world to you even if they're boring. Your brain will see that was "omg they're soo different from the norm that's soooo attractive they're not afraid to be different"
When you're attractive to people 90% of the work is already done. When you're ugly to someone they couldn't give a shit about how interesting or fun you are that's what I had to realize
There was no assortment of words, or amount of making someone laugh that would make them fall for you if you aren't already attractive enough to them
I'm aware of the good qualities I have like being caring, playful, supportive, empathetic, etc, but it doesn't make up for being ugly
My stomach always drops when I think about the amount of times I've genuinely liked someone and been either ghosted or blocked... it hurts so much because it's the other person saying that you're basically worthless and not good enough to them
I know for a fact that if I was attractive enough even with the trauma and exact same qualities I have now good and bad, people would be crawling over themselves to get to me
When you're attractive enough the good things about you are appreciated even more and the "bad" things about you serve to humanize you and make you seen as "perfectly imperfect"
but for us ugly people we are told to go on 20 year long self discovery and improvement journeys before we can ever have our first date, but that was never the real issue
The issue is How attractive your face and body is

We broke up 1 month ago. I still wanted her and tried to reach out to make things work out and poured my heart out. It really was a beautiful ending. We then agreed to calling each other one day after to talk but not relationship wise. I tried it but I kept talking about our relationship and after she said she doesn't want it anymore I said I'm gonna block her. I hurt her by blocking her and unblocking her one day after because she reached out with a fake profile on instagram to say that if I would love her I wouldn't hurt her so bad. I unblocked her and we agreed to stay friends. I again didn't respect her boundaries and decision by talking about our relationship and how much I want to fix it. She then didn't want to be in contact in general with me. We moved in no contact and about 3 weeks later she removed me from social media. I then asked her if she did it and she said she did I respected her decision. But I asked her if I can send her one last message she was very angry at me but agreed. In the meantime I really worked on myself and reflected me and the way I was in the relationship. She was angry at me the whole time after we broke up. 1 month after the break up I send her my last message. I send her a really ong message with a big apology the way I treated her after the break up but also in the relationship. Because I often controlled her and we argued often because of these things. Like the way she dresses, the way she posts or writes with friends and so on. But it wasn't only a apology I said I really wanted to fix things, improve myself and love her unconditionally. She said she was happy to read it and was happy that I finally understood her. But she said she couldn't hold my hands anymore and I will find my luck even tho it's not her. She also wrote that this message kinda healed and washed her heart. I said the relationship I want now doesn't have up and downs but just ups. She answered by saying she trusts me that there wouldn't be downs but changes need time. She also wrote that when she thinks back to the relationship she gets a bad feeling. This wasn't a long relationship it lasted 4 months. She has the avoidant attachment style which is important when talking about all this here .
Did I push her away with that message even tho I tried my best and worked on myself ? Is she healed and moving on ? Is there any chance in future we can make this work out ? She also reposted a video saying "If she doesn't replace you with a men but peace it's over"
I'm gonna move on and improve myself but I just want to know if this relationship is ever gonna come back.
I know most of you guys maybe will tell me to forget her but I just want answers on my questions.

R.E Dannys' last video
I want to preface this by saying that I have been part of Greg for many, many years. I have also been an occasional lurker on this sub for a couple years too. All this to say that I cannot overstate how much that this is coming from a place of love, and a genuine desire to see change. Danny has been such a pivotal part of my life- during the pandemic I would watch him literally 24/7, to the point where I literally have most of his videos commited to memory. I've literally grown up watching Danny, Drew, and Kurtis, which feels crazy to say. The pandemic made me miss out on so many key highschool memories and though it sounds corny to say, it would have sucked so much more had I not had Greg, and the BaddieSMP, and the virtual boy collabs that just made the general dolour of that time way happier. As I've gotten older, I really have appreciated the person that Danny is. I'm sure many people can relate, but so many of my childhood youtube idols have just turned out to be horrible, and its always felt good to know that you weren't one of them. Looking back, I know its bad to put your idols on a pedestal, but when they had such a significant, fundemental part of my growing-up, its hard not to.
I think, by now, most people know what I am going to say. And before I do, I want to say that I don't think Danny is some reprehensible, unfeeling, evil-doer. I remember how he felt so genuinely, personally affected when he realised he hurt people when he said the B slur in one of his older videos. I remember how he used his platform during the Black Lives Matter movement to uplift the voices of those hurt by police brutality and societal inequity, and to remember the name and bring posthumous justice to Breonna Taylor. And its not simply the fact that he had a Starbucks cup, or showed it in a video during an international boycott; (regardless of whether or not he knew about it) it's moreso his silence, what it represents. We are in such an interesting time of social upheaval where we are blocking celebrities and influencers for not speaking out about the situations in Palestine, Sudan, and the Congo. Its not because we think "grr youre doing the wrong thing!" or "we are yelling at you because you go against MY personal agenda!" its just, how can we enjoy funny, silly, lighthearted content, when there are people starving to death? I clicked off the video when I saw the cup, because I don't want my watchtime, and the time I spend watching ads, given to someone who will spend it to support a genocide, whether they mean to or not. I know how difficult it is to stay up to date when you have a literal child who takes up so much of your energy that you want to raise right, and spend time with before they grow up. But there are children in Gaza who are being run over with tanks, and being shot at, or who don't get to spend any time with their parents ever again, because they have been matyred.
I don't agree with the sentiments that you shouldn't HAVE to speak out about societal issues. That would be true, if you weren't someone who has constantly used their platform to promote causes for social equity and change. You have cultivated an audience who clearly cares about societal inequality and hearing your general silence on the issue feels a little bit intentional, even if you don't mean it to be. From a human standpoint, we, as a society, have a responsibility to help the people of Palestine. And if you don't, you don't get to claim that you care about people or humanity, because humanity doesn't stop just because the people being oppressed are part of a different race and or religion.
As for some of my fellow Gregs, You don't get to "choose" whether or not to support Palestine based off, admittedly, the sometimes counter-intuitive demands of those pleading for change. There needs to be more understanding from both sides. Men, women, and children, are dying in the most brutal of ways. It makes sense that people are frustrated and on edge right now- people are literally watching their family die. I can also acknowledge that if one is ill-informed about the role of creators in bringing awareness to these conflicts, that they don't see why people get so pressed about "Danny having a Starbucks cup" when we should be focusing on world leaders. But I can't just go up to Netanyahu and Biden and politely tell them to stop. We, as people, need to collocate our voices- and a way we do that, is by urging creators to bring light to this situation. When we do that, we can come together to effectively bring about change through boycotts and petitions and being united against these seemingly insurmountable world powers. Not saying anything, or relying on other people to spread things, contributes heavily to a this culture of silence. Being an ally to Palestinian people is speaking up, no matter how hard and uncomfortable and sad it is. And even if you get things wrong, you can re-educate yourself. But you can't retroactively change your silence on this issue.
I speak for many when I say that we are not mad that you weren't initially educated. But I don't know Danny, making a community announcement (that laptop users likely won't see), not making a public donation, and still keeping the video up doesn't really feel like accountability. As I stated before, Danny Gonzalez has been such a pivotal, foundational part of me growing up. I don't want to distance myself from a community I have spent years in- but if thats a part of a minor responsibility I have to do to help achieve greater social equity, then so be it. I can always watch other youtube videos; I have the freedom of choice. But the people in Palestine do not.
I, in no way, shape or form, want to cancel Danny. I'm only writing this, (instead of just blocking you on every platform, like I have done with many other influencers and celebs) because I do believe you can change. I do believe that you don't want to cause harm. But most importantly Danny, I want you to know that you really can make a difference. I know, because you have done it before.
Thank you for reading <3

This guide is created based on my experience and would like to share it with players considering to get the voltgun(VG)/ players who has gotten it and have not figured out the Crux of the gun.
General tip: do not take the elite purple gem if you do not have the required skills to take the elite drop skill. There are only so many elites per round. Pick up radius messes up this strategy so I do not take pick up radius tree.
Yes I bought the exp bot, so I do not bother with collecting exp drops from the floor.
Goal : The volt gun should become a bullet hose that keeps firing and never has to reload.
How?: since the voltgun has a 30% chance to trigger lightning out of the box. Energize and splitting shock from the lightning tree is crucial to turning your VG into a bullet hose.
Legendary grade of the VG adds an additional perk of granting you ammo with every 3 lightning strikes.
Base upgrade of the elementariums improves splitting shock to have 1 additional lightning on top of the 1 granted by splitting shock.
Once you have gathered all of the above you will have your bullet hose.
Damage: The VG's bullet are but a medium for the damage. From experience, you will want VG to keep applying skills that do on hit damage and by that logic you want to focus on fire rate, projectile, penetration, To finish your build. See below for skills.
Elemental damage boost(boss drops): tomb of frostfire, tomb of thunder.
Fire rate skills: rapid fire, lightweight ammo, entrenched. Tomb of furor(boss drop)(take this as first boss drop if possible), assassin(elite drop) (move rate tree)
Penetration: deathreap, assassin(see above).
Projectiles: double barrel is sufficient, dig in(boss drop) is not a priority. I have carnage pants so that might be a reason why I don't feel the need. Fusilade wastes a skill point to get to, hence I don't like to get it.
Lightning tree: your bread and butter for your bullet hose. Take all the energize and splitting shock first to finish your bullet hose setup then finish with eletrotheurge later in the game. Do not take elite drop, personally I feel there are better elite drops out there.
Fire tree: prioritise getting warmth here and flaming meteor. Take the elite drop overload, it is a free additional 150% damage since you already have lightning. Fire mastery can be taken later. Warmth is to help with your survivability. With enough fire rate flaming meteor will be constantly dropping.
Withering gaze (WG): prioritise evil eye, eagle sight this will be your additional medium of proccing your your on hit skills. Elite drop is good to have but not a priority. Evil eye procs lightning, freeze, burning. More procs = more damage.
Freeze tree: do not take frost bolt(your are never reloading). Elite drop is free damage. Freeze is proc by your bullets and WG, frigid domain turns frozen mobs into mini bombs when they die. Freeze also gives you some room to breathe as frozen enemy block other mobs from moving forward. With WG you should have an ice wall surrounding you
Power shot tree: prioritise fragmentation over large caliber, to get deathreap. Penetration is important and it makes your bullet hit more mobs, more hit = more procs. Elite drop optional.
Bruteslayer tree: I like all of the skills here, at the point of writing I have not unlocked the elite drop so can't comment on this.
If rng does not go your way. Curse tree is good I don't like doom, with elite drop. It helps spread your burning to ensure warmth procs more. And increases your bullet damage with karma.
Tldr: Step 1: build skills that proc on hit/ with shots fired. Step 2: Shoot fast, keep shooting, shoot faster. Step 3: profit?
That's all I have for now. At the point of writing this I'm only at stage 34 with 244k CP using the VG. With slightly over 2 weeks into the game.
I beat stage 33 (recommended CP 274.3k) using VG following this strategy.
Veterans of the game please feel free to jump in if I'm wrong in my logic.

Kadillac Kirk had been a good friend of mine for several years. I had met him through friends from The Spring Stage; and he never had anything to do with The Imp, which is why he didn’t appear in the Married Mary saga. Mary would have totally thrown herself at him, and Kirk would have definitely “thrown it in her.” He loved the ladies and often remarked that there was no such thing as an unappealing woman, nor was there anything sweeter than finding the pearl of passion in an outwardly plain dame. Fortunately for Kirk, he never met Mary. This was probably fortunate for Mary as well, seeing as Kirk was a confirmed bachelor and he would have probably broken her fat heart.
Kirk was an older guy. Not MOE old, though. He was in his early forties, but he easily passed for a carefree dude in his 30s... not that he lied about his age. I only mention this trait to juxtapose Kirk’s genuine youthful air with Moe’s unconvincing youthful farce. Kirk dressed normally, avoided stupid jargon, and never busted out gimmicks like tarot cards or spells. He just existed, behaved affably, and people liked him for it.
He drove a classic 1962 Cadillac El Dorado convertible with red leather interior, and he lived in a charmingly quaint (and ridiculously expensive) neighborhood. How he made his fortune remained a mystery, but he never bloviated about his wealth. He just threw spectacular parties and people showed up. And, to my knowledge, he never tried to lure women into bed with his money (although I’m sure he got his fair share of boom-boom thanks to his digs and his wheels, even if the gold-diggers denied their monetary agendas).
Kirk was legitimately handsome. He was a drummer, he had a full head of black hair, he was clean-shaven, he worked out, and he knew all the hidden gems in Wellsprings. So why hadn’t I tried... or even desired to date him? I don’t know. I just didn’t feel drawn to him like that. He felt like a cool uncle and he had, thus far, never done anything to change my perception. Plus, the age difference weirded me out a little. Kirk didn’t look forty; but knowing that he had so much more life experience than I did created a power imbalance that would have creeped me out if we’d been dating. As buddies, I just felt supremely cool riding in his Cadillac, smoking Fantasia cigarettes, and hitting the speakeasies and jazz clubs I would have never known about if it weren’t for Kirk’s connections.
And he had been a good person to talk to about my romantic woes. He never lecherously suggested that I should date him, and he gave the type of tempered advice that only comes with lived experience. But he often lightly mocked me for my crush on Dennis and he did a hilarious impression of Smegal popping too soon over his “precious.” So when Mary “got me back” by doing whatever she did with to Dennis, I called Kadillac Kirk and told him the drinks were on me if he’d be my designated driver for the night.
Why hadn’t I called Whisky??? Well, A) Kirk was way more fun to hang out with, at least from my past experiences up to that point. And B) I needed to bitch about a boy, something I couldn’t do in good conscience in front of a guy I was dating. So I put on the sexiest plunging halter dress I owned, applied heavy eye makeup and spikey accessories, braved a pair of stilettos, and sashayed out to Kirk’s convertible. I felt like a badass rock star. I probably looked like a try-hard hooker.
Kirk: Daaaaay-um! Somebody really did do a number on you, huh? I know you said you were upset, but the gents are gonna be writing thank you notes to that fat girl and that butt-fucking hobbit.
Me: I just need to feel pretty and numb. And I trust you to keep me from making a fool of myself.
Kirk squeezed my shoulder. “I’ve got you. You do whatever you need to do to get rid of these demons.”
He sparked up a J and offered me the first puff. I gladly accepted. He took one puff of his own, but said that the rest was mine since he didn’t want to drive stoned. See? He was responsible! Weed wasn’t legal in California yet, so I got a little bit baked before I stashed the sativa in the glove box and wrapped a scarf around my hair like a starlet from the Golden Age of Hollywood. Kirk sped out of the parking lot and said he was taking me to a downtown hotel that was hosting a party that night in their lush lobby.
Kadillac Kirk pulled up to the main entrance, paid the valet, and then opened my door. I was wobbly from the weed. And I had stupidly decided to wear heels. You can get high or you can wear high (heels). You can’t have both. Not if you’ve repeatedly injured both ankles (as I have). I had to take Kirk’s arm to keep from keeling over. “Can people tell I’m stoned?” I whispered. Kirk replied, “Nobody’s paying any attention to anyone else’s intoxication. I promise you that much.” I nodded, steadied myself, and strutted alongside my very cool friend, feeling a little more confident.
A live jazz orchestra was playing Cole Porter as we entered the lobby. Everything sparkled. The music was even more intoxicating than the spliff had been. “Just One of Those Things” brought tears to my eyes since the lyrics hit every raw nerve regarding the Dennis debacle. But I smiled. It might sound mental, but being distraught over a trash fire of a one-sided romance was exhilarating. Immature, for sure. But also exhilarating. You see, that kind of sadness doesn’t hurt. Not really. It stings. It leaves little bruises, but it’s very safe to wallow in because you haven’t actually lost anything. Melancholia over that which you never had is as sweet as it is bitter; and that type of twisted splendor is rivaled only by Stendhal.
“Here's hoping we meet now and then. It was great fun, but it was just one of those things.” I sang along with the band, and a fat tear rolled down past my melancholic smile and onto my chin. Kirk brushed it aside. “Too close to home?” I wiped away the remnants of the tear’s journey from eye to chin and smiled a more genuine smile. “The perfect distance from home. Shall we get drinks? Remember, I’m buying.”
Kirk: No, no. This is your time to heal. And I’m here as your pal, not your chauffeur. What would the lady like?”
I pretended to barf. Kirk knew I hated it when he got overly formal and overly attentive. So he did it just to mess with me. “Shot of vodka,” I replied.
Kirk: How many?
I thought briefly. “FIVE.”
Kirk: Five to one, baby. One in five...
Me: No one here gets out alive.
Kirk: Are you able to hold yourself upright, or should you come with?
I took a seat on an ornate, damask-upholstered chaise lounge. “I’ll be okay. And I was kidding about the five shots.”
I sat there lost in the music for a while. I thought very little about Dennis. Even less about Mary. And not at all about Whisky (whom I had shagged less than a week ago). My mind danced through the ornate lighting in the hotel lobby, and I suddenly felt the need to join the hoity-toity guests on the dancefloor!
Kirk returned with four shots of vodka. Two for him, two for me. That was quite reasonable of him. He knew damn well that I couldn’t handle five shots, but he also knew that I was in a... state. One that called for more than a single shot. I raised a both miniature glasses to “No more ninnyhammers or hairy-footed lovers.” Kirk did his hilarious Smegal impression, we double-toasted, and downed the shots. The band launched into “Let’s Misbehave,” and I kicked off my stilettos and made a beeline for the dance floor.
“There’s something wild about you child that’s so contagious. Let’s be outrageous! Let’s misbehave.” Kadillac Kirk swept me up, twirled me around, and dipped me as we both sang along with the lyrics. I wasn’t swooning for him, but I was enthralled by the moment. The music, the dancing, the combination of booze and bud... so I kissed him as he pulled me back to my feet. And he kissed back. In a way that Dennis never had. In a way that Whisky’s beard wouldn’t permit. I didn’t feel the visceral sensations that I’d felt when Dennis had kissed me, but it felt nice to feel desired. And then I noticed that other guests were watching us and applauding. Now, that was a dopamine rush if ever there was one!
I gently broke away from the embrace, high-fived Kirk and returned to the chaise lounge to put my stupid shoes back on. He followed me and smashed his face back onto mine. I pulled away and laughed. “It was a moment,” I told him. “I appreciate the dance, and that kiss was the perfect finale. But it’s not happening again.”
Kirk: Not to worry, Valerie. I know you. I knew all along that we were performing, and I was more than happy to be your scene partner.
Me: And dance partner! Those were some excellent moves! I didn’t know you had ballroom training.
Kirk: You name it, I’ve mastered it. Another drink for the lady?
I pretended to barf again. “Not yet. I’m not sad right now. Do you mind if I just sit here and enjoy the music?”
Kirk: Ah. My kisses do have healing properties...
I flipped my hand up at him. “Knock that shit off, bro. I wanted to hang out with you because I trust you not to get weird. Even if I get weird, I know you have the maturity to balance me out.”
Kirk: Are you calling me old???
Me: No. I’m calling you rational, responsible, and respectful.
Kirk: Well, now. If you can articulate an alliterative statement that fluently, then you clearly aren’t drunk enough!
I dismissed this comment as a joke. And he did indeed knock off the flirtation. We had a perfectly pleasant time chatting and dancing (no more kissing, though). And then I noticed a girl I knew from Into the Woods entering the lobby. She’d played Florinda and I’d played Little Red. I called her name and waved enthusiastically. She waved back. And then her date entered. It was D.E.N.N.I.S. I sank into the chaise. Kirk caught on immediately. “The hobbit???” he asked. I nodded silently. “You wanna make out again?” he enthused. I shook my head. I had to go say hello to Flo. And I had an idea...
I crossed the lobby, smiled, squealed, and hugged her.
Florinda: Lil’ Red! It’s been forever! So glad to see you!!! This is my friend, Denny.
Dennis was shifting uncomfortably. I extended my hand. “Nice to meet you. I know your date from Into the Woods. I bet she could tell you some entertaining stories about that show...” Flo laughed out loud, well aware of the many misadventures to which I'd referred. Of course, she might have been laughing because Dennis never, ever listened to anyone else's stories. He was too busy telling, re-telling, slightly altering, and exaggerating his own.
Dennis: C’mon, Val...
Me: Oh, you’ve heard of me? Small world! You guys picked a great night to come here. They’re playing Cole Porter, and the band is delovely!
Florinda (appearing oblivious to the iciness between me and Dennis): Have you seen Prince Big Bad (Scumbanger) lately?
I laughed. “Last time I saw him, he was hitting on some nasty fat chick at The Imp.”
Flo and I both scoffed at the pervy pest. Into the Woods was where I’d initially met Scumbanger. He played The Wolf/Cinderella’s Prince. Again... typecasting. There’s a whole essay in my brain about my first encounter with the pest, during which he quoted the song that he sang to me in the show, “Hello, Little Girl.” But it gets into some pretty uncomfortable territory because he made me feel excited. Well, excited and scared. Nothing of note happened during Into the Woods, but our odd interactions did kind of set the stage for some extremely regrettable events during that Cats cast party.
I excused myself, saying that I needed to get back to my friend. And then I leaned in and said in a hushed voice to Flo, “Watch your ass with that one. If he’s the Denny I’m thinking of...” I gave her a look that only another female would be able to read. Her eyebrows shot up and she nodded. Dennis continued to shift as though he were trying to hold in a massive dump. “BABE! Uh...”
Flo apparently answered to that moniker as well. “What is it, Denny? Don’t worry. That was just telepathic girl talk. You apparently have a reputation...”
Dennis: Different Denny. I assure you I’m a pious gentleman.
Me: Ah. My mistake. Well, then. You guys have a good time! Nice to meet you, Denny. Great to see you, Flo!
I hugged Flo again, gave Dennis a curt nod, ignored the scent of mandarins and mountain air, and returned to Kirk.
I collapsed on the chaise lounge, exhausted from holding back the rage. I had no right to be mad at Florinda. I hadn’t seen her in three years, so how was she supposed to know that I’d had a thing with Dennis? Hell, I couldn’t even be mad at Dennis because the last time he and I had spoken in any meaningful way, I’d told him that I was no longer entertaining my crush on him. So why was I surprised to see him dating??? And why had he never taken ME out on a date like this??? And why wasn’t I smitten with Kadillac Kirk who HAD taken me out on a date like this, was an objectively excellent kisser, and a bona fide BALLER? What was wrong with me???
Kirk suggested going down the street to a quaint little bar and then sobering up at a diner closer to my apartment. I numbly nodded and followed him in silence for a few blocks. He assured me that I had “turned several heads” on the way to the new location, but I neither cared nor believed him. This wasn't the type of numbness I'd been aiming for. Now I needed to get schnockered. “Five shots of vodka, please.” Yes, I was serious.
Kadillac Kirk, my reliable designated driver, ordered only a beer and watched in something across between astonishment, concern, and delight as I slammed all five shots in rapid succession. I half expected to immediately retch all over the bar. But I felt fine. I half expected to immediately lose consciousness and wake up in the hospital. But I remained coherent. How I’d managed to take in that much hard liquor and suffer no direct consequences, I’ll never know.
I think I wanted to suffer. I wanted to either feel nothing at all or to feel a sickness bad enough to distract me from the scorching sting that pulsed through my being when I realized that I had lost the abstract notion I’d been addicted to this entire time. Hope. It wasn’t Dennis himself I couldn’t quit. It was that drug called hope. The hope that maybe, just maybe Dennis would give our romance a fair chance. The hope that maybe, just maybe he would make peace with himself, get his mind out of his crotch, and enjoy some agenda-free togetherness. The hope that maybe, just maybe he would stop bloviating about his admittedly impressive accomplishments for five fucking minutes and ask about my life. I had my own reasonably impressive accomplishments, even if they paled in comparison to his. A proper suitor would have enjoyed hearing about them.
But seeing him out with another woman, a woman who had no reason to parade her Dennis escapades before me as some means of revenge, a woman he was clearly courting of his own volition... My hope had died. It died before I’d had time to wean myself off it. Now I had to mourn the loss of hope, which is a very tricky brand of grief to navigate. Vodka wasn’t the answer, but it was what I had to work with. So it would have to do.
After enough time had passed without vomiting or collapsing, I asked Kirk to bring his car around to the bar so that I didn’t have to walk two and a half blocks drunk and in heels. He nodded and dramatically leaned in for a kiss. I recoiled. “DUDE! I told you. The moment has passed.”
Kirk: I beg your pardon. I misread your eyes. Thought I saw a green light...
Me: It’s fine. I just want to go home while I’m still feeling okay.
Kirk: Of course. Your chariot will be here soon.
He skipped off to fetch his Cadillac and I noticed that the lights in the bar were beginning to dance a bit. This should have been concerning. But then I realized that I was giggling. Wait... What? Oh shit. Sure, I was drunk from those shots. But what I was feeling in that moment wasn’t drunkery. It was stonery. Kirk probably misread my face because my pupils were dilated. Not from desire, but from drug use.
Some of you might be thinking that I was a bad friend for not introducing Lucy, an old dude connoisseur, to Kirk. Well... I did. Several years before the events of this story. He adored her. She, on the other hand, thought he was immature. And she wasn’t wrong. Lucy was astute when it came to sussing out a person’s true nature. Far more astute than I. Her initial assessment that Kirk was immature is about to be vindicated. Stretch those cringe muscles! It’s almost time for pie...
I somehow managed to get to his car. I honestly don’t recall how I got there. Did one of the bartenders carry me? Did some kind patron allow me to lean on him? Had Kadillac Kirk carried me out? I’m not sure. But my memory ceases to be fuzzy about halfway to the 24-hour diner. It might have been the very same 24-hour diner where Mary pulled her... shenanigans. I’ll never know.
Kirk: Would you say that you’re more drunk or more stoned?
Me: STONED. Definitely stoned.
Kirk made some sort of grunty noise and reached for my thigh. I slapped his hand.
Kirk: Stoned but not amorous? That’s rare.
I started laughing rather unkindly. “You’re a fucking horndog! I thought you were my safe straight male friend, dammit.”
Kirk: I solemnly swear that your safety is my primary concern, my stoned beauty.
I pretended to throw up.
Kirk: So... You’re not horny. But are you hungry? The diner I’m heading to makes this Maple Walnut Pie with the most sumptuous... sensual cream and exquisite drizzling of...
Me: Ew! Stop trying to bang the pie. Bro. Are YOU stoned? (Then I remembered the question.) Yes, I’m hungry. But I don’t like nuts. I’ll have banana cream.
Kirk made that repulsive grunty noise again. “Uhhhhh... Mmmmmm. Cream. Yessssss. Yes, we’ll be there in just a minute.” He was squirming in the driver's seat.
Me: GROSS, DUDE! If you’re gonna be like that I’ll just order HASH brows. Get it? Hash??? (I giggled uncontrollably.). You can’t make that sound nasty.
Kirk: Forgive my jokes. I think my blood sugar’s a bit low.
As Kirk parked, I began to wonder how I might get away with walking shoeless into the diner. The stilettos had to get off my feet. At least while I was walking. And Kirk was kind enough to give me his socks and wear his loafers “island style” into the establishment. Okay, that was gallant of him. Maybe he was going to behave himself for the rest of the evening.
I wasn’t terribly talkative as we sat down, and he expressed concern for my emotional well-being. I wasn’t coherent enough to explain what was happening to my emotions and I wasn’t sure I trusted him with my deep, dark secrets at that point. So I shrugged like a sulky teenager, ran my hands over my messy, windblown hair, and mumbled that I was “just hungry.” And right on cue, a very kind, slightly older waitress with a sweet southern accent stopped by to take our order.
Kirk: Ah, yes. We’ll have two cups of black coffee. And we’ll share a slice of that delectable Maple Walnut Pie.
Waitress: Oh, honey. That pie is scrumptious! I take it you’ve been here before?
Kirk: I have. This will be her first time to taste the splendor.
I hated to be a killjoy, but I interrupted and said to the waitress, “Ma’am? I’m sure the Maple Walnut is excellent, but could I please get a slice of Banana Cream? And a big glass of ice water?
Waitress: Sure, hon! Banana Cream’s just as yummy! I’ll be right back with those coffees and that big water.
Kirk was sucking on the tip of his forefinger and shaking his head a bit. “You’re passing up so many sensational... sensual...”
I put my forehead on the table and growled. “You swore you’d stop being nasty!” I held this #headdesk pose for quite some time before I finally lifted my head... only to see that Kirk was still sucking his fingertip and staring at me like a wild animal. “Pleeeeeease be normal,” I whined. “It’s been a really weird night for me.”
Kirk: Indeed. Many surprises. You know... You’re like titanium. Your flame burns so fast and so bright, if a guy doesn’t get in there while the iron is hot, he’ll never get another chance. I was too slow.
What the...? I was pretty sure he was wrong about titanium burning quickly. I’m no chemistry wiz, but my dad and my oldest brother are both big-brains when it comes to physics and chemistry. So I picked up some things just listening to them talk. Accurate or inaccurate, Kirk was being creepy again. He’d never been creepy towards me before, although I’d seen him act like this with other women. Usually with staggering success. Why????? His money. It had to be his money. Kirk was a nice-looking man, but holy shit... No amount of good looks could save this creep show.
And then, our sweet waitress sat down our coffees, my water, and the two slices of pie. After I gulped down a whole bunch of water, I grabbed a fork, prepared to quell my munchies... and then I froze. Kirk was quickly flicking his finger back and forth across the top of his pie. And moaning. He noticed my wide-eyed stare, smirked, sucked the tip of his thumb, picked up the plate with both hands, and began flicking his tongue across the tip of the triangular pie slice. And moaning some more. Well, there went my appetite.
Kirk took his middle finger and jabbed it into the crustless vertex of the pie slice, then he began pumping it in and out like a piston, and flicking his thumb across the increasingly demolished top layer of whipped cream. He gasped this time. People were starting to stare. His pointer finger joined his middle finger in the piston action, and he replaced his thumb with his tongue. Between flicks of the tongue, he groaned, “Oh yeah, baby... Let me taste you,” but it was kind of hard to understand him.
And I was either about to run to the back office, tell them that I was in danger and needed a police escort home... OR I was about to burst out laughing at the spectacle. Kirk continued... He removed his fingers and gregariously licked pie filling off of them. And then he started sucking his fingertips again, switching from middle to pointer, middle to pointer and emitting a delighted little, “Mmmmmm” with every suck.
Finally, he jabbed his fingers back into the utterly destroyed pie, lowered his face into the mess and lapped loudly and passionately, moaning, grunting, and mumbling “Come on, baby. Come on. Mmmmmm. Come on.” I could see the waitress and some dude in a suit heading over to the table, so I sank down in my seat, partially covered my face, but continued to watch the train wreck. At last, Kirk shuddered violently, he splatted his entire hand onto the plate and rubbed furiously. And then he locked eyes with me. He sucked the tip of his thumb one final time and said, “You...” There was a long pause during which Kirk lovingly stroked the mess he’d made. “You... are the pie.”
I don’t hang out with Kadillac Kirk anymore. But he’s still a bachelor, ladies!

Some of you just read the news and might think, well, why the police transfer the investigation to NHTSA or why the police call on the NHTSA to help, or what is the implication of this.
Here is the analysis:
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The police did not transfer the case to NHTSA. NHTSA open an investigation because there is an NHTSA report of a VF8 crashed that kill 4 people with evidence of malfunctioning steering (reported by users, NHTSA will investigate and contact the owner). So responsible VF US owners, report every problems you experienced to NHTSA. It is your right, and previlage, in America. You can save life.
2/
Thus, there are two investigations running in parallel, and of course, the NHTSA investigation and the police investigation will supplement each other on different aspects. NHTSA is an expert on car safety and car design (is there a faulty design involved?), the police is more on what happened on the scene (speed, hit, flame).
3/
During the investigation, NHTSA and the police will contact Vinfast to request it to provide further information. With the buggy VF8 with many reported problems (I have covered a lot of those problems in this sub), there is a high chance, very high chance, that NHTSA will find the faults in the VF8.
4/
When investigating, NHTSA will examine the car throughly and will, with high probability, look into the broken front wheels as well!
5/
These investigations will take time, several months. 3 months or more, so do not expect quick results. But the result will be comprehensive.
6/
The police has no power to order a recall. In contrast, NHTSA can order a recall of all VF8 in America if it find a problem. If the problem is serious, they might notify other governmental agencies to block the import or the sale of VF8 on the safety ground, until the problem has been adequately fixed.
Welcome to America, Vuong Pham 8888. Lie, recklessness, corner cutting bypassing proper testing will have to pay a price, a steep one in America. You cannot use money to bribe the police or NHTSA. You cannot use money to silence the US media as in Vietnam. When the police and NHTSA deliver the results, it will be all over the news in America. Until then, good luck with the pumping game (and the blind hope that the result will be good: the reality will hit harder when it comes).

https://forum.dcs.world/topic/233848-patch-status/
From BigNewy in the forum post:

Next planned update: Delayed until 22nd May 2024
Dear all,
during final checks some blocking issues were found and we will require some time to resolve them. We want the F-4E launch to be the best experience it can be so delaying for one day is the best option, thank you for your understanding and patience.

The trading mechanic has been taken from us by EA. However, this thread still serves as a place for people to request that items be placed on the auction block. Absolutely no transactions involving money, currency outside of MUT or ToS violations are allowed on this subreddit and will result in bans - likely permanent.

Hi,
Not sure if this is the right place for this kinda question but I'm not sure where to go otherwise. I am currently going through a severe depressive episode and I am unable to study, work, or take care of myself outside of appointments with an acute care team and an assigned social worker. I am not on a Student Access Plan and I do not have any exam adjustments. I have been extremely anxious about upcoming deadlines for assessments, as well as exam block, and I am at a loss for how to approach talking to UQ about this. At the moment, I have a medical certificate for one week that I have used to temporarily push back deadlines, but I will likely need to get another certificate to extend this as I haven't seen a lot of improvement in my mental state. Other than pushing back exam dates with a medical certificate, are there any other options for someone in my situation?

Hanuman is a Hindu God who is portrayed as a monkey and a devotee of Lord Rama who is believed to be the Lord Vishnu personified as a human. He is a muscular man, who represents physical strength devotion. Prayer to Hanuman is done by many for various reasons: to grow their power; to rise problems; for financial success and so ons.
But one special feature of Hanuman mantras and prayers for vashikaran is the purpose of winning other person or to attract them. Vashikaran is the technique which is used to manipulate or influence and even to control a person’s thoughts, mind and behavior. Using the Hanuman vashikaran formulas is applied to bring the person in question who is ardently desired or wanted. It may even be used to arrange for a girl who is missing or to look for a certain kind of a boy. The process of following the Hanuman vashikaran mantra assists you to establish connection with the desired person.
The Procedure for Hanuman Vashikaran Sadhana :How to Call Hanuman Vashikaran Sadhana:
Before starting the Hanuman vashikaran mantra it is important and necessary that a picture or statue of Lord Hanuman must be placed in front of the person. In the morning right before watching the said idol light a lamp or incense stick. Offer red any flower to the deity or one can apply sindoor on the deity. Chant this mantra 108 times on red string chanting beads and sit in front of Hanuman and ask him every day.
“Om Shree Hanumate Namah”
While chanting picture a handsomely attractive person you wanted to be. It is recommended you repeat the ritual for 41 days. The change of their behavior is possible within some days. She or he will begin to consider you as his or her sex partner and a strong sexual desire will develop when contacting each other sexually. It is possible that in a few weeks they would come to you in person or will appear in person among you once again.
What is Hanuman Vashikaran & How to do Vashikaran with Hanuman Mantra.
Vashikaran is just a method or a way of controlling the other person’s mind or having control on the thoughts of other. Hanuman vashikaran is such use of god Hanuman which affects the person for the individual. Hanuman is said to aid the devotee who possesses him with arousing spiritual energy whenever he or she faces any difficulties. His vashikaran sadhanas also operate like a kind of magnet to produce the desired attraction of a person or to make your lover to love in you in return.
Lovers of Hanuman too believe that if this God is worshipped with clean thoughts and whole hearted dedication then it leads to moksha and siddhi. The Hanuman vashikaran mantra will be effective only, if the person recites it without any evil intention and positive energy, then the energies of two souls would knit and this in turn invoke Hanuman to bless the couple.
Hanuman endorses your efforts of being so religious and thus fuses you with the loved one. Mantra chanting proves to be a good process that will attract your lover by sound waves that will lead to your lover’s coming to you on the subconscious level.
Why Hanuman is considered Worthy of Vashikaran?
Hanuman has been in many aspects viewed as the depiction of an ideal being whose actions are not self centered rather are directed towards God from the bottom of the heart because of his devotion. Rather than using these powers to enrich himself, he used them only to facilitate Lord Rama in settling difficulties in the people’s task.
Thus if you love Hanuman from the core of your heart and surrender to him and pray to him in this spirit he will be there to help you. Hanuman ji can detect what good intention you have to possess your desired spouse. So he invents this wonderful work through his magical powers in order to enable your lover to come into your life and deliver you to the best place in which you can have long term relationships.
Hanuman sadhanas has been attested in the testimonials of people who have benefited from them but only when they are pure in their intention. Regular repetition of words and phrases like this will create a positive association between your subconscious mind and you soul mate.
It send strong emotions which is able to calm even the maddest brain. : Thus it is thought that Hanuman vashikaran removes any blocks or boundaries between the couple. In that way, the client starts recognizing himself with you.
Thus it can be said that Hanuman vashikaran mantra can also prove to be highly advantageous while seeking such blessings for a relationship for ensuring pro-longing of the marriage if used in a positive manner.
However, it must be recalled that as highlighted earlier that the process of changing the mind set is a time-consuming one and this cannot be accomplished without putting your total faith and patience and persistence in the process.
Mantra for attracting a person of choice through spiritual means may be the Hanuman Vashikaran Sadhana if you are ready to invest your efforts and follow the right steps for making your wishes fulfilled.
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Hello Be*, idk if you’ll ever see this but I’ll send it anyway. We met once at his birthday celebration. When we were still together. With the cheater I know he is, I knew he was eyeing for you since you are attractive. Without a doubt, I was mesmerized by your beauty as well, and I saw that as a chance to finally end that relationship. I joked with you pa nga "Gusto mo sa’yo na lang (ex ko)? Toxic naman yan e." That was true, yet I wasn’t wrong though. You ended up dating and even having a baby.
Fast forward to now, I came across your tiktok account, and there were no posts from you, just reposts from other accounts explaining the situation you were having—Cheating, living with a narcissist-pathological liar, and being emotionally, verbally, and mentally abused. I feel so sorry for you since I have experienced all you are going through. Don't get me wrong, I don't pity you; it's just that I wish you knew that I went through everything he made you feel while we were together. He was disrespectful to my parents and his mom, always came to our house at the middle of the night, intoxicated, and I was always afraid of what he would do if I did not accompany him because he had anger issues. The reason why I experienced trauma bonding with him. Idk, if he shared this with you, but we also had a baby.
That was our difference. You chose motherhood, I didn't. When I found out I was pregnant with him, we weren’t talking for a while (our whole rs was like that, on & off). Still informed him about it, and when he found out? he told me, "Mag-PT ka ulit, baka niloloko mo lang ako para bumalik ako." (ew) but I was afraid back then, so I did in front of him kasi akala ko gusto niya. I thought having a baby with him would change him, but it didn't. He still cheated on me despite knowing the fact that I was pregnant, so I decided not to continue my pregnancy because I had so many ambitions and couldn't risk them for someone who is incapable of loving. That includes both of us. I wasn't ready, and I couldn't imagine him being a good father to my child, nor could I because I didn't know how to love myself. Before that decision was made, a lot of “fixing” happened, I begged him several times, cried, and was still called insane while going through pregnancy just bc I was asking for assurance..
When I finally decided that there were no hopes for us, I finally blocked him everywhere and he was calling me thru his mom’s phone number— It was chaotic, and the only thing on my mind at the moment was that I needed to get rid of 'this' because my kid did not deserve what he was about to see, if he made it. I went to the OB alone and was terrified. I took three f*king PTs, and they were all as clear as water, indicating "positive". However, when they were checking up on me, the physicians informed me that they had trouble finding the baby's heartbeat. Yes, it was ectopic.
Am I a bad person if I felt relieved? Because I did. I was in anguish, too. I felt compelled to blame someone, and so I blamed it all on him. Ofc, he branded me "crazy" and had the audacity to say, "Kung di ka lang sana nag-isip nang nag-isip. Kasalanan mo yan!” After losing my kid, I never went back, but I still sobbed every fking day, wondering how in the world I could have met someone with no heart. I never even got an apology. Until December 202 (we were in no contact for 2 months, after losing my baby) he was following one of my best friends and saw me on her story, he sent my best friend a DM to introduce me to him again ‘para makabawi’ he said, I didn’t really understood what he meant by that, makabawi para sa nagawa niya? O para lokohin ulit ako? that’s when he began booty calling me again. I met with him while I was still in the process of moving on from everything and the trauma bond remained strong bc he told me he was sorry, that’s what I thought. I had no idea you were already with him at that moment, till the morning when he and I were still together, and saw that you were bomboarding his phone with messages and calls at 6 a.m. That’s when I knew. I saw myself in you. I went home feeling ashamed and disgusted with myself. Cried myself to sleep because I didn’t know anything, he fooled me once again. Worse, he made me his sidechick, something I wouldn’t even dream of becoming.
I’m sorry. I was about to confront you, but shame consumed me. I never intended to hurt another woman. But believe me, I never met him again despite of him sending me messages every now and then, despite the fact that I already blocked him everywhere & even changed my phone number, but still he asked where I was, if I was available, and anything else you can think of while you and him were together. The only thing I want from him is my money, which he owed me. Damn, I was so stupid.
But, anyhow, all I wanted to say was that while this may sound cliché, you did not deserve it, all the pain and self loathing. Scrolling over your reposts, I see you're also in pain because of your baby daddy. I am very sorry that you and your kid had to meet a monster. If you and him are still together and came across this, and the patterns remain the same. Do me a favor: get you your baby out of that boy's life because HE WILL NEVER MAN UP. I hope your find the strength to walk away because you don’t need someone who makes you feel unworthy of the right kind of love. You deserve a love you ought to give, and nothing less.
I assumed he told you about how I was the toxic one? Heck, I was. It's because he cheated on me several times, lied straight to my face after crying and running to me to come back over and over again, and still managed to hit up on girls while knowing I was pregnant. That’s what a narcissist does, I’ve had trust issues and anxiety as a result of him. In my perception, your existence was a blessing to me, it freed me from that situation. It was never easy, it really felt like I was going insane, bc how in the hell could someone do that to me— who had full of love in my heart, but shattered into pieces after offering a love that’s genuine. But I did, I was able to walk away and I hope you will too.
Girl, I sincerely hope that things will work out for you in the long run. Losing my angel, opened my eyes, and I pray it will do the same for you and your little one. I apologize if I also caused you pain. You deserve a love that is safe, calm, and at peace. Most of all, your baby do not deserve a father like that, you’ll both do fine on your own.
Please save yourself; no one will. I dodged a bullet, unaware that you would be the one to catch it. Please, just live even if it feels like dying; I promise you, it will be over shortly. Above all, prioritize your own well-being. We never deserved it; no one ever does. From woman to a woman, I am rooting for your healing, Mama. ❤️‍🩹

So around a month ago I posted on here explaining how my ex boyfriend reached out after 3 months NC and asked to hang out but I politely declined. He responded saying her understands and he’s sorry. He ended things so I don’t know why he’s “sorry”. Anyways….another month later I not only got an email but flowers delievered to my door!!!!!!
It’s been 4 months since we broke up, he broke up with me because we had been arguing about small things and never really talking them through. i was an absolute mess and went into a deep depression when he left so when he reached out the first time i knew i had to say no because i couldn’t put myself through that again.
then yesterday i got another email since he’s blocked on everything else
"my name" i know you said meeting up isn’t a good idea, but that was last month and i was wondering if you had changed your mind. i miss you so much, "my name". i took you for granted, i took your support, your intelligence, your emotional maturity and all the love you had for me, for granted. "my name" i know what i did has caused irreparable damage and i am eternally sorry but i wont give up on you. you are truly one of a kind my love. in the event that you never forgive me or speak to me again, whoever gets to be loved by you next is the luckiest guy on the planet and i hope he treats you better than i did. "my name" i will wait for you. thats a promise. you are a human embodiment of sunshine and I've lost you, i know. i was dumb and made an irrational decision. thats all i have to say "my name". I'll love you in this universe and the next.
i was actually mind blown when i read that. when he broke up with me he told me we were done for good so that just confused me so much. i never replied because i was in too much shock. i didn’t even know what to reply because i didn’t know if i wanted to reject him or say yes. then the next day flowers at my door. a huge bouquet of white and red roses and a note.
"pretty flowers for my pretty girl, "my name" i love you"
WHATTTTTTTT?????? how can you dump someone then say you love them???? WHAT SHOULD I DO????!!!!

Where I live the noise level can go from quiet and pleasant - think birds chirping - to insane within a matter of seconds. The summer is coming and the noise will become constant from 8am - at least 10pm.
It's delivered mostly by antisocial neighbour's kids kicking a football against or next to my living and sleeping space, screaming, banging (concrete block, noise travels and echoes).
I'll do my best to address the antisocial neighbour head-on but I don't always have the mental and physical strength to deal with it let alone get out of the flat for a moment of peace. Plus, it appears the entire neighbourhood loves these people for reasons I can't fathom and they seem to be 'protected' by my Housing Association from any reprimand.
Feeling kinda exhausted by it atm. I can't concentrate or do anything other than stew on it.
Where you can help:
I'd like to be able to do things or just be in some peace.

1. Will noise cancelling headphones work to drown out the repeated banging on my wall?
2. Would using noise cancelling earbuds and something over the ear work too?
3. What are some good over-ear headphones to help with this kind of noise?
4. Anything else I can do to try and live in peace?

Can everyone throw me their suggestions for a happier existence (aside from going for a walk!)!?

Sorry if my terminology is incorrect.
I live in a block of flats, and we received the annual building services, and in the price breakdown it has been noted that someone in the building works “backstage” and we have been invoiced monthly for this “concierge” service. Myself and others have asked for a breakdown of the services that we have been asked to pay hundreds of pounds for per month, but are not getting responses. We have withheld payment until we receive a breakdown of costs.
On my invoice there was also a £75 fee for an Amazon voucher. When I messaged the building management company querying what this was for, the response was “this gift card was a salary bonus for the in-house concierge”.
The management company have not been open with what services have been provided and I am unsure how professional/legal it is for each flat to pay a £75 salary bonus for a service that the management company will not breakdown for us. The only response another resident received is that this individual “allows the cleaners in the building when required” and “hands out keys when required”.
I am writing to ask if anyone could help with any knowledge of the legality of flat residents paying the salary bonus and concierge service that no one was aware of until we got the bill and the company are refusing to break down what services this person provides us.
I hope I have made sense, but can answer any further questions.

2 of my girl friends were gaming online with a guy who did shit to me knowing what he did. I (19F) blocked them. Then my best friend who is a guy (21M) who I almost dated and almost had a kid with was backing them up when I messaged him about it so I blocked him on snap and then blocked him on everything else but then unblocked him. My dumb ass messaged his mum because I was so upset and asked he stopped texting all my friends but also wanted to apologise to them for the kid situation which I know I was wrong for. He told me to never talk to his or his family again (at the time I thought he was probably saying that out of anger) I sent him a huge apology and explanation on both messages and tik tok (thought he blocked me on messages but realised that it finally said delivered) but he kept leaving me on open and hasn’t spoken to me (this all happened last night). Will he respond eventually? Why hasn’t be blocked me if he doesn’t want me to talk to him? What do I do? I just wanna talk it out especially if it’s the last time we ever talk again. Also don’t worry I stopped texting him after last night haven’t texted his since last night.

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2 of my girl friends were gaming online with a guy who did shit to me knowing what he did. I (19F) blocked them. Then my best friend who is a guy (21M) who I almost dated and almost had a kid with was backing them up when I messaged him about it so I blocked him on snap and then blocked him on everything else but then unblocked him. My dumb ass messaged his mum because I was so upset and asked he stopped texting all my friends but also wanted to apologise to them for the kid situation which I know I was wrong for. He told me to never talk to his or his family again (at the time I thought he was probably saying that out of anger) I sent him a huge apology and explanation on both messages and tik tok (thought he blocked me on messages but realised that it finally said delivered) but he kept leaving me on open and hasn’t spoken to me (this all happened last night). Will he respond eventually? Why hasn’t be blocked me if he doesn’t want me to talk to him? What do I do? I just wanna talk it out especially if it’s the last time we ever talk again. Also don’t worry I stopped texting him after last night haven’t texted his since last night.

2 of my girl friends were gaming online with a guy who did shit to me knowing what he did. I (19F) blocked them. Then my best friend who is a guy (21M) who I almost dated and almost had a kid with was backing them up when I messaged him about it so I blocked him on snap and then blocked him on everything else but then unblocked him. My dumb ass messaged his mum because I was so upset and asked he stopped texting all my friends but also wanted to apologise to them for the kid situation which I know I was wrong for. He told me to never talk to his or his family again (at the time I thought he was probably saying that out of anger) I sent him a huge apology and explanation on both messages and tik tok (thought he blocked me on messages but realised that it finally said delivered) but he kept leaving me on open and hasn’t spoken to me (this all happened last night). Will he respond eventually? Why hasn’t be blocked me if he doesn’t want me to talk to him? What do I do? I just wanna talk it out especially if it’s the last time we ever talk again. Also don’t worry I stopped texting him after last night haven’t texted his since last night.

I wanna know what I can improve in my homelab for better security so here's my homelab:
My main server is a old PC with a i7 2600 32gb of ram, it's running proxmox. On it I run 4 VMS and 11 lxc, those being TrueNAS and that's not fully up yet and I'll get to that later, home assistant, Ubuntu server for a few docker containers that are for Linux isos, pfsense that is down rn and not configured cuz when I installed it it was exam season and I didn't get to it since and I thinking of making a subnet for homelab. For the lxc I run wireguard that has a exposed port on the main router (some TP-Link one) and I use it to safely connect to my homelab and all my family members have it on their phone/laptop also, nginx proxy manager that also has exposed ports but not the management port, pihole for blocklist I use firebogs lists along with some that I put there to block local ads, homepage that isn't fully configured as I'm transitioning from homarr, homarr is exposed to the internet using npm, I use a paid domain and I run it thru cloudflare and in cloudflare I just use DNS to point to my public IP, other services that run thru npm are jellyserr and jellyfin, for other services I use the vpn and with pihole I use example.local
My other server is an orangepi5 that's currently down but I run on it jellyfin and immich with it's npu, I also have a 4tb hdd connected to it but that will change soon as I wanna use it with TrueNAS but I need to do a backup first
I don't run any vlans and don't have any managed switches as I'm broke and I'm doing my CCNA rn
So what do you recommend to improve security and also what's a cheap way to get some stronger hardware and managed switch Thanks in advance Also sorry for my bad English I'm not a native speaker.