TW: talk of 🍇 and S🅰️ (reddit moderators don’t like me)
Ok. this has gone on in my brain for too long and i’m ready for answers because i don’t know the answer.
in 2019, i asked this boy (when i was 13) in middle school, on a date as a dare over text. he said no cause he wasn’t interested in me and had a girlfriend. i respected that and left his phone # in my inbox. 15 minutes later, i get texts from 3 guys telling me they want to 🍇 me, have ykw with me, and saying I deserve better this kid, and other stuff that i have blurred from my memory. i hate myself for forgetting this, but from 5 years ago, im surprised i remember that this moment even happened. they would not stop spamming my inbox. obviously, i am shaking and terrified. why the heck am i getting these messages? i’m crying my eyes out. i continue to ask them to stop over and over strong but nicely but they wouldn’t stop spamming me. i also reply with a few “what the heck?”s. i finally man up and tell one of them to flip off and leave me alone. i suffer from OCD (diagnosed, OK) and i pick my bug bites, sometimes causing me to bleed. kids always notice the scars on my legs. i even once ate a scab. (disgusting, i know, but im a curious kid). this kid said “no one likes you because you pick your scabs and eat them.” i started shaking. how did he know?! i have been so secretive. without thinking, i deleted all three and went downstairs. i was scream sobbing to my mom. i told her what happens and she asks for my phone. i give it to her but the numbers were deleted. i never knew who those kids were. turns out, he posted my message on snapchat on his story and i didn’t see it because i didn’t have it then and those three guys saw my number at the top of the screen. they saw it because he didn’t crop my number. since then, i moved schools and exposed him for his acts on social media.
so reddit, am i a victim? i’m sorry if that is truly insensitive but im so so so confused and need answers.
also, any victims, please please don’t come for me. i know you know the answer, and im so sorry for any of that shit that has happened to you. i am always open to talk. i just truly need closure.

I've been daily driving a 1995 Chrysler Town and Country for almost 6 months now due to the failing of my 2019 Chrysler Pacifica (a story for another time).
Strangely enough, the Town and Country is smoother riding, it's quieter inside, and it's substantially more comfortable.
The plush leather seats are supportive yet La-Z-Boy levels of comfortable. The ride is smooth and soaks up the bumps while still offering stable handling. The rest of the interior is plush as well with it's plush padded door panels, top tier Infinity stereo, and plenty of power options to keep you doing minimal work behind the wheel. The 3.8/4-speed delivers loads of low end torque, which makes it perfectly happy for long cruises and delivers plenty of grunt for getting up to highway speeds. It returns ~24mpg in my daily use without fuss. The exterior is an understated/timeless look that combines a "sporty" prowess with a simple coherent design.
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I 20m have been with my 19F girlfriend for a little over 2 years. We've lived together for about a year now. I work 30+ hours a week and my GF 40+ hours week.
For context me an my girlfriend have always had a rocky relationship. In the beginning it would be small things like me falling asleep on call at 2AM when she was talking about something she liked. Me being late for stuff or just plain braking promises I shouldn't have made because I knew I properly wouldn't be able to live up to them. For the first year we would have 2 good weeks and then a bad week because I messed up by falling asleep, being late, buying the wrong fries/burger, not calling early enough among other things. I had a hard time apologising in the beginning, but learned how to do it after hard work. Whenever we would get in an argument I would apologise immediately and tell her how sorry I was. I understood I had made a mistake that hurt her and I should be better. I started seeing a mentor at school to work on why I had such a hard time keeping promises and breaking them. After a few sessions the mentor flat out told me I shouldn't be with my girlfriend and called it "emotional terror" on her behalf. I talked with my girlfriend about what I had discussed with my mentor. My GF told me that what I was telling wasn't the whole truth so of course that was the response I was getting from the mentor. I agreed and everytime I went to see the mentor I would also defend my GF in every scenario we talked about.
Cut to some time later where this cycle of 2 good weeks 1 bad week had continued and we had moved in together. She worked a lot and I tried my best to handle all the cooking, cleaning laundry while working my own job and my other hobbies. I started feeling really drained and began to slip on my chores. During this time my GF would also work a lot more (around 65-75 hours a week) primarily cleaning at night. She would get paranoid around 02:30 to 03:30 so I would drive to her work and sit in my car. Some times for more than 5 hours just so she had me close(for the record it was a brand new top of the line car warehouse(picture lambos, Ferrari and such) so she was safe).
When I finished school it's tradition to party in a truck with your classmates and so of course I did. We drove around for 10 hours and with me being drunk I didn't text my GF at all. We drove for 2 days and on the last day I had arranged with her to meet me at a bar so we could celebrate my graduation together. I ditched my classmates to go see her and when I met up with her she wasn't happy at all. Long story short she was mad I hadn't texted her and it ended up in me following her home apologising and crying until I feel over and had to be driven home by a stranger. I still regret not celebrating my graduation more than what I did.
I talked with one of my coworkers about all of this and more like me seeing a therapist to work on the problems from earlier, driving spending hours on hours waiting for her to finish school and work. Her having full access to my so she could check it whenever she wanted and I wasn't allowed to see hers (I've never really suspected cheating. One time I spent my lunch break at work to drive home and make sure she got up and drove her to work because she got up too late and didn't answer my calls. Anyway my coworker said the same the mentor said and this time I made damn sure to tell the whole story and showed proof so I could get straight answers. He suggested she might be a narcissist. I ended up spending a night at his place where she spammed my phone with calls and messages which I didn't respond to per his advice. He along with every else I have talked with has suggested I should break up with her, but I just love her much. I eventually went home to her and talked with her. She said she was sorry about everything and would be more forgiving of me making small mistakes like buying the wrong fries or not having done the dishes. It's been 4 months since that happened. I talked with my long time friend about it and he told me the same. He had just come out of a 2 year relationship at that point so he knows how hard it is. He suggested I set a date in my head where if things haven't gotten better by that date I should end it. So I did. The date came and went and I couldn't make a decision. Some things had gotten better, but some didn't. I still do all the chores except laundry. She works less so she's taken that. I couldn't bring myself to make a decision by the date so I just didn't. I haven't kept her up to her promises to me since I have forgotten what they were. My memory hasn't always been as bad as it is now though.
Anyway that bring us to today. She asked me to wake her up at 11:00 am today. I'm home with a bad ankle sprain (trying to find transport to see a doctor) and she took a day off from school. I woke her up at 11:00, 11:02, 11:05, 11:07.... I tried to wake her for 15 minutes, shaking her and talking to her, but she would get up. If I could get a lift by 11:25 I could see the doctor today (I didn't) so I after she only woke up a little bit at went back to sleep I gave up. I tried again at 12:00, 12:30, 13:00, but she just wouldn't wake up more than a quick second. She woke up now at 18:30 being really mad at me for not waking her up. I tried to tell her that I did my best at waking her, but she just wouldn't get up. She wasn't having it a told me it was my fault she didn't get up and missed her own doctors appointment which I had no idea about. It apparently was a meeting to get a new prescription for her ADHD medication which she needs this week. She noticed she was running low last week so I don't understand why she waited until now since she also had Wednesday to Friday off last week. I don't think it's my fault she didn't get up as I told her I'd try to get her up and she "knows I'll disappoint her". She's said this a lot in the past and did today.
I know I wrote a lot, but I feel like I'm going crazy some days. I know I'm far from perfect, but I can't be that bad. I wish I could have followed her when said she was leaving 45 minutes ago to "go somewhere not here", but since I can barely walk I didn't follow her.
I just want to know if I'm as bad as she says. What should I do? I do truly love her and want to be with her, but some days it seems like a big mistake.
Tl;dr I have made mistakes which friends, family and professionals have told me isn't my fault and I'm being abused, but I fear I explained things so poorly they're not giving me real/biased answers/advice in the situations me and my GF have been in.
I'm really emotional right now so let me know if I did anything wrong or just have questions.

Two years ago, I had just moved to a new house from a different neighbourhood for work. I was settling in and getting used to the place, but I was still lonely and went through bouts of depression.
My ex-boyfriend of five years had ended the relationship a while before I moved, and I wasn't having much luck going on dates. I eventually decided to focus my energy into work and fitness instead, but the loneliness lingered. The house still felt empty at times, and the silence was painful. I went through the motions numbly as the days passed by.
About two months after I had moved in, I started noticed a stray dog pacing around my front yard from time to time. It had big, brown, sad eyes, and there was no collar around its neck. I couldn't tell you what breed it was - a reverse Google image search tells me it looks like an Indian Pariah dog. I could always recognize it, as its left eye was slightly larger and darker than the right, but that gave it some unique charm. After seeing it outside my front door for three days straight, I put up some posters along my street inviting anyone who might have lost a dog to call me. I quickly learned that I probably shouldn't have done that, after getting a few silent calls from an unknown number that I eventually chalked up to being a prankster or some scammer.
I called a local animal shelter and them pictures of the dog. A guy came over to scan the dog for a microchip, but found nothing. He said it was most likely abandoned as a puppy. He could take it back to the shelter, or I could look after it for the time being - they would contact me if anyone ever tried to claim it. My grandad had a german shepherd that I used to love playing with, so I always had a soft spot for dogs and agreed to look after it, even if it was for a while. The guy from the animal shelter advised that if I didn't hear back in a week, I should take it to the vet to get it checked out and microchipped, or to the shelter if I didn't want to keep it.
I took care of the dog and let it roam around the living room, with free access to the back yard. I decided to name him Charlie, and purchased more dog food, a labelled dog collar, some brushes to groom him with and dog toys. The nearest vet was a two hour drive away. Work was busy so I wasn't incredibly flexible for a visit, but I managed to get an appointment booked in two weeks' time.
The first night I spent with Charlie, I realized that he might just be what I needed in my life. Late in the evening, I sat on the couch looking at him, sitting quietly in the middle of the room on my wooden floor. I began talking out loud to Charlie. It seemed stupid at first, but the way he sat quietly and listened was comforting. After a while, I got more into it, and vented about my loneliness and frustrations to the point of tears.
How I stayed with my cheating, gaslighting ex-boyfriend because I was too insecure to be alone, until he dumped me. All my failed dates, and how I thought I would die alone and unloved. I poured my heart out to my new companion, spilling my deepest secrets until I cried myself to sleep. The next day, I again began talking to Charlie about the pain and depression I had been through, and he listened patiently once more. I discovered that spending time with my new friend was cathartic. Perhaps I needed to get it all out, and be listened to for once, even if not fully understood.
The third day after I had taken Charlie in, I woke up to realize that I'd overslept half an hour. I poured some food into Charlie's bowl and brushed my teeth at lightning speed, then grabbed my bag and flung the door open, ready to bolt into my car. A surprise greeted me at the front door, that made me stop.
There was a bouquet of red and pink roses on my front door step.
I picked it up and looked at it, confused. There was no note attached or anything. I couldn't think of who it would be from - I obviously hadn't been on any dates recently. Being late for work, I didn't have much time to ponder, so I dropped the roses back on my doorstep and drove off. During the drive, I panicked for a second at the thought that it could have been my ex, but then realized he didn't know my new address, or even that I had moved. The mystery bugged me all day at work. When I came back home, the roses were gone, so I assumed someone had accidentally left them at the wrong address.
That night, I woke to the sound of creaking. As I opened my eyes slightly, I saw something at the foot of my bed and bolted upright, adrenaline rushing through me. As the fogginess faded, my heart rate settled a little.
"It’s just you, Charlie," I sighed, "you scared me."
Charlie continued to stare at me from the foot of my bed. After a minute, he stood up and left the room. I didn't think much of it, and fell back asleep.
For the next week, I continued the usual ritual of talking to Charlie before I went to bed. I would talk about my day, my plans, hopes, dreams and other such things. I found our one way conversations getting more positive each day - they were very therapeutic. Charlie would always stare at me with those big brown eyes and sit quietly still as I talked.
On the morning of the vet appointment, for which I had taken the day off work, I noticed that my car was much cleaner than usual. Had it always been this shiny? I thought. I had driven it to work the Friday before, but I hadn't taken notice of how clean it was then. The last time I had, I could swear there were bird droppings on the back window, and some general grime that covered it all round, but it was now spotless. I pondered for a few seconds, and came to the conclusion that it must've just be a brain lapse on my part - it was probably always clean. Those droppings must have washed away over time with a few rainy nights.
I drove Charlie down to the vet and explained the story of how I'd found him.
"He's very well behaved," she beamed, as she began examining Charlie on the table. "We see a few of these cases from time to time. People's dogs have puppies, and they get sold or abandoned."
"It's a real shame," I sighed. "Charlie's been a star, I'm lucky to have him really. I live alone, so as odd as it sounds, I've been talking to him and it's helped me through some difficult moments."
"That's not strange at all," replied the vet, checking his teeth. "Owning a dog can do wonders for your mental health, especially if you live alo-"
She suddenly stopped.
I stared as she squinted and moved Charlie's head up and down, trying to get a look at something. She plucked a light out of her pocket and aimed it into Charlie's left eye.
"What's wrong?" I asked. She didn't answer, and kept looking at Charlie from different angles. He whimpered slightly.
"Did his eye look like this when you found him?" She asked. I leaned in closer.
"Yeah, I did notice his left eye was slightly darker and larger than his right."
She looked at me for a second and raised her eyebrows, then back at Charlie.
"I'd like to get a closer look at his eye and examine it in the next room, if that's okay?"
"Uh, sure," I said, confused.
Without further explanation, she hastily picked Charlie up and carried him off into a different room. I sat down and waited, reading the news on my phone, expecting her to be back in a few minutes. However, when the vet didn’t come back for a while, my concern began to grow. I paced around the room and tried to glance into the door she had left through a few times.
Then I sat back down and watched the minutes pass by, getting more anxious. Hopefully it's nothing, I thought to myself. An easily curable eye infection perhaps, or a defect he was born with - hopefully it was something like that or nothing. I'd only spent a few weeks with Charlie, but he was the best friend I'd ever had. I had told him so much about me, and he was the only one that had ever really listened to me. I had grown very attached to him quickly, so I almost felt like a worried parent, blaming myself for not bringing him to the vet sooner.
An hour and a half passed, but it felt like eternity. The vet finally came back through the door. I stood up.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
"Have you noticed any odd events recently?" she asked, "Like, anything you couldn't explain?"
"To do with Charlie?"
"No, just in general. Anything you've seen or heard around you that felt out of place in your life?" She insisted. I took a second to think.
"I'm pretty sure this isn't gonna be relevant," I said, "But I have a couple of times. For instance, this morning I thought my car was a lot cleaner than usual. I've been getting some unknown calls, and hearing some creaking noises at night lately, but I'm sure it's just Charlie walking around and waking me up. And… someone left roses on my front doorstep one day. Didn't say from who, but… Sorry, I'm not sure why I'm even telling you this."
I looked up at the vet, who now had a very concerned look on her face.
"I'm going to have to call the police," she said.
It took a few seconds to register. A million thoughts started racing through my mind. Did I say something wrong? Did she think I was abusing Charlie?
"I swear," I said, "Everything I've told you is true, I'm really sorry it took me so long to bring him in, it's my first time owning a dog and all…"
"No, no, it's not that," she said. She gestured for me to follow her into the room through the door.
Charlie was sitting on a table in the middle of the room. There were a few other tables surrounding it, with dog toys and surgical equipment on them. There was a large hole where his left eye had been, now a gaping black cavity.
The vet pointed at a sheet of blue paper on a table next to the one Charlie was on. There were two black domes resting on it, like two halves of a black ping pong ball had been split in half. A clear fluid was covering the outer sides, and staining the blue paper. There was also a tiny black cube. I looked closer, and saw some red and green wires coming out of the tube.
"I took this out of Charlie's left eye," the vet explained, "I thought my eyes were fooling me, but I took a closer look and was sure this thing definitely shouldn't have been in his head. When I took it out, I thought it was some kind of prosthetic eye, until I heard something moving inside it. I opened it up, and found this."
She pointed at the tiny cube and picked it up with some tweezers, revealing a transparent circular window on one side.
"Now I'm no expert, but I took that apart just now and to me it looked a lot like the inside of a camera lens you'd get on a smartphone."
She looked back at me.
"Do you think…" She paused.
"Do you think it's possible someone could have been watching you for the past few days?"
The police were eventually called and an investigation started. The tiny device inside Charlie's eye was indeed a camera lens with a built in audio recording device, and it had a wireless connection. It was an advanced piece of kit, but with some technical expertise they were able to examine its traffic logs and identify an IP address to which the miniature device was streaming.
That IP address belonged to my neighbor, who lived in the house opposite to mine.
I had never seen him leave the house before, although when I moved in I did see his silhouette in the top floor window a couple of times. He was a fifty five year old balding, slightly overweight man who worked as an engineer, but otherwise lived a reclusive lifestyle. I later found out that he had multiple restraining orders placed against him from ex partners. He had a collection of tiny bugging devices which he had been planting in various places including public women's bathrooms for years. These devices could livestream video and audio to his computer, and in his spare time he would watch and listen to this footage he collected.
A while before I moved into the house, he had purchased a puppy from someone he knew, and kept it as a pet without registering it. I assume he got bored of spying on women in bathroom stalls, and when he saw me move into the house opposite, he suddenly got a wild idea of how he could get a peek at something more intimate. The rest is some truly horrific history.
Charlie had been in my room while I slept and even a couple of times while I undressed. But worst of all, I had told him everything about me. The names of previous partners, things about my family, companies I had worked for and more. I wish I could say that I kept Charlie, but I just couldn't. Not after that. The vet arranged for him to be sent to the animal shelter where I'm glad to say he eventually did find a new home. I also relocated and changed my phone number.
For anyone out there wondering, I'm still single. The difference is that nowadays, I'm completely at peace with being alone. I've experienced a worse alternative, that's for sure.

TLDR:

1. The color "chart" graphic is missing when I invoke the theme color changer. It's just a dark blank rectangle whether in bright mode or dark mode.
   
2. Even when I move the color targeting circle to the middle of the blank panel in dark mode, where the interior of that circle is showing it as true black, the brightness slider doesn't go down far enough to make the actual browser darker blacks. It remains flat colored adobe looking even when a little darker.
   

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Most of us can figure out or look up how to get to the color panel in the arc color theme changer
(right click on the tab area - edit theme color)
Then change the sunlight / moon-crescent to dark mode (moon).
The panel that comes up just has a bunch of circles at the bottom, light themed ones are all white, dark themed ones are various dull colors.. The brightness slider beneath the row of circles shows up though.
However, I finally realized that you can drag the little reticule on the panel around, and that the square area was supposed to be a color picker gradient even though it was blank. At first it was just going around a circumference of a circle, changing the color tones. Then I finally realized you could move it anywhere.
It seems like the arc browser is referencing the windows background color by default or something, and that is maybe overwriting the actual color wheel graphic that should be showing there? Because that entire area to me is just a flat square like a touchpad on a laptop. That makes what should probably be a color selector gradient or wheel, like you might find in photoshop or gimp, etc., instead show as just an unintuitive uniform dark box.
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Long story short, I can open that panel, go to the top squarish area and drag that circle in that "touchpad" looking area to dead center of the area. If I have it in dark mode, it will turn black when it is in the middle. Then I can move the brightness slider if I want it lighter or darker. While the brightness slider won't allow me to drop the brightness down to ultra black, it's at least a light blackish now, or I can lighten it to grey-ish.
They'd have to change the brightness slider's range to go darker if you wanted it full black like a black desktop background. Really, if they changed the brightness slider's range, any color could be dropped to black theoretically once they approached and reached zero. That's how brightness selectors are supposed to work. White = top/max, Black = bottom/minimum.

I recently purchased a table from daals (https://www.daals.co.uk/products/maru-round-4-6-seater-extending-oak-pedestal-dining-table-oak)
Short story:
Company misadvertised the colour of the table in my opinion and it has turned up in two shades with one much darker than the pictures online. They won’t cover the cost of return and we’re looking at a £95 return cost for the two heavy boxes it comes in. Their support team have been useless.
Long story:
The photographs on the website make the table look like a light natural shade of wood. When the table arrived it was flat packed in two boxes and half of the pieces matched the images but half of them (including the table top) were a darker more orange colour. Not what we wanted.
I wrote back to the company expecting a pretty straight forward returns process but their support team were adamant that the product had not been misadvertised and that it was just a change of mind for us. I sent pictures with side by side shots of the different coloured parts that clearly showed the differences.
Everyone I have shown the different colours of the pieces to thinks it’s so obvious it isn't right and my friend who was a carpenter was convinced they'd sent parts from two separate tables.
Given the item doesn’t mention anywhere that the table comes in two colours and I followed the process for ‘Item not as described or advertised’ on their returns page (daals.co.uk/pages/returns-policy) I felt it was going to be straightforward.
After making no progress with their tactless and unhelpful support team is their anything I can do? Or does anyone know a specific ombudsman that can assist? It’s not a life changing amount of money but I know they can literally swoop in and pick the table up as they’ll be delivering stuff to people in my area every other day. The table itself has great reviews which might not be helping the situation either
Any help or recommendations appreciated.

I decided to do it in a summery short version because I don’t want to feel like a tease or keeping you guys waiting I won’t drop names or specific location mostly things that has to do with the recovery and time on mdma pills
How I obtained the bags : me and my friend found a good trustworthy source and decided to buy bulk while the legit pills where around they where a variety of different shapes some basic like angry birds , 1up mushrooms,teslas until the second bag we where planning on both using and selling only during festival season or for summer more party like seasons which we would take a certain amount with us that event to sell
While we did test the top of the bags which was cleared for mdma I won’t lie and say we tested the whole batches but can vouch every pill had the same effect idk
The good : while my time on mdma i had social experiences I never would of had otherwise it helped me understand a lot about my depression and anxiety along with social anxiety in big crowds. Another thing was connecting with people in a deeper level really understanding the full spectrum of deep emotion found alot of new and odd music that I still listen to that I am grateful for completely took away doubt in terms of trying new things or going new places with out those little shapes I don’t think I would’ve had a glimpse of normal life without depression and anxiety.
It sure in hell helped me creatively not that I wasn’t without it because as a hobby I love designing and concepting things such as films ,books , animation even found that I’m pretty decent at rock music well back up vocals but that’s the beauty ig finding some sort of new talent
Where I messed up at is falling I love with the therapeutic aspect of it because I would take it a lot solo and dig with in my self to completely understand every aspect as well as other aspects of people psyche it was so refreshing to connect in this way… non the less good things can’t last for ever.
Lol as for pleasure ehhh I mean yes can be horny but not as it seems in media also for my males out there dude be ready for e dick 🤣 aka the shrivels
What it really helped me with is coming to terms with wounds from exs that never fully healed or suppressed especially with a girl which was my first long term relationship 5 yes
Helped me plan/focus on a way I wanted to be and self improvement I won’t say this for everyone though depends on how you use mdma
Helped alot with ptsd letting shit go and setting rules/boundaries
Had some killer work out sessions and improve my combat sports technique along with performance also actually listening taking in the coaching
The bad
The sweet release and momentum you get from them leads you to taking them everyday for me ig to be more consistent in mental mood (even though this would have the reverse opposite coming off the first year bad )
I found my self building a tolerance leading to dosing 3 times a day or taking a couple half’s max no I’m not a mad man I think I would be dead hell I’m not sure how I’m not dead with the abuse lol but sure I’m hell ain’t the same
I won’t say all the connection but a quarter of them where fake ig or not intense for the person once completely sober it can lead to of alot of truthful moments maybe not ready to be touched on or maybe the person/oneself can’t handle. Can say Boths builds or destroy relationships/friendships
The brain fog on brakes are shit depending on how active your day is can be tolerable what sucks it’s the frequent space outs and irritability
Idk if other hard users have or do experience this but frequent sleep paralysis no audio or visual hallucinations though
Please please I stress stay hydrated with water or the frequent urination will persist took me months after for it to get better still piss like a racing horse more then usual
Ehhhh depending on diet and fitness I found my self bouncing between 150 to 205 male in his 20s it will knock your hunger sometimes not eating half of the day
Some days finding myself wasting the day away hyper focusing on few things and not finishing them getting distracted
Another part where I messed up at was dosing in the morning I feel my not giving my body time to naturally register and then simply rolling to frequent
Leading up to the ugly I did take a month break but one night the night of clarity was when I started back up took 4 in a day idk how I didn’t od but definitely got serotonin syndrome which was hell lasted a couple days well the side effects
The ugly aka after
Dude the first year was hell I won’t lie mostly mental can’t say I suffered to many physical effects besides easier for body temperature to rise and memory
The first year was almost unbearable I’m a way it feels like a chemical lobotomy no emotions just the most intense extreme sadness sometimes not leaving my room
Weaker vision like in terms I can’t focus on things long like I use to before blurring or higher sensitivity to light/sun
Restless leg syndrome for a couple months and a cloud of anxious feelings Ovr your head like say when you’re in highschool and you get called out after school to fight the next day at lunch
Times of just spacing out staring straight forward
Chills and inconsistent body temperature
Robotic emotional responses noooo not even my favorite songs triggered anything it was just like blabbering in the background while I spaced out
Bad short term memory lost this has gotten better now on year two but memory issues still persist like if I want to remember a fun memory I have to really sit and think also not very vivid as it use to be to described in a story
No interest in simple human interaction such as a short convo improved after half a year clean
alot of light headedness through out day to day task with shortness of breath and heart palpitations but these all have dissipated thank god
It was weird for half a week one pupil was dilated
Frequent urination although has gotten way better i still have to piss more then I use to
This is a shitpost summery I will make a cleaner more detailed description of each part separately but feel free to ask questions below I just didn’t want to keep you guys waiting I’m pretty sure I’m missing some stuff but hey I’ll get it in the full individual post.

Welcome to this fantastical magical world, home of the "Kin". This world is home to the physical strong stone-kin and their deep mine homes, the dexterous wood-kin with their aptitude for nature magic, the sea-kin living deep in the oceans, the soul-kin in their floating cities of magic wonder and gemstone, and many more. While the kin live in their cities protected by magic and bastions, the wilds are home to the "monstrosities", strong beasts with magic resistance and thick hides.
Many legends and stories are told about the kin and their exploits but none more so than the story of the soul-kin hero soul bound to a being called sun god kuh. So gather round and listen up as I tell you the truth of this mythical warrior and his humbling beginnings...
The Hero's Journey by Grand Historian Nalomel Amazonik 122 a.C.
"Congratulations! Dear students, as headmaster of the Amethyst Academy of Magics, I applaud you for passing the theoretical entry exam. Now a life of growth and mastery is lying before you, but now as tradition demands the word is given to the top scorer of the exam. Student Mor Agaton please join me on the stage!"
As the headmaster in his splendid robes of purple takes a step aside he is joined by an uncomfortable-looking scrawny boy. Mor is trying to take deep slow breaths to not faint or worse puke with all the attention of the new students, teachers, and the headmaster resting on him.
As Mor nervously stutters at the beginning of his speech, he instantly flinches in surprise as subtle magic circles amplify his voice.
"T...t..tt... thanks... h..headmaster" Trying to get rid of his stutter Mor takes a deep breath "I´mreallygratefullforthisopportunityandhopeallstudentswillenjoytheirtime"
A cough from the grandmaster luckily brings the wordflood to a hold and an encouraging nod lets Mor compose himself and start over.
"To all students, I´m honored to stay on this stage as your representative. My dream always was to join this academy like my parents did before me and while this is a place of learning and growth I hope to find comrades and friends within all of you. Because my status as the son of an officer is below many of you who are nobles I wanted to refuse this honor, but the headmaster insisted on this tradition and the following aptitude test. So while I wanted to give the honor of first student to someone of a more prestigious family, it was denied."
At this point, the headmaster takes a step forward and takes over the speech
"As this has gone on long enough, I will now test all your aptitudes starting with Mr. Agaton here."
And while this statement resulted in a lot of exciting murmuring someone with keen hearing might have heard a few dissident voices in the crowd.
"Mr. Agaton please place your hands on this cristal ball and let your magic flow" The headmaster produced a crystal sphere about 30 cm in diameter and held it out for Mor, who slowly put his hands on it and while taking deep breaths concentrated on making his innate magic flow. The crystal sphere slowly gains a subtle purple-blue hue and lazy energy impulses flow within. This lets the headmaster frown and look with a bit of pity on Mor. Finally, he clears his throat and speaks, as Mor opens his eyes in expectation. In a voice devoid of reproach or approval he simply states.
"Mr. Agaton your aptitude for specialised magic is none, you have no affinity other than basic magic energy. But don´t let this discourage you, you can still become a great wizard."
The second sentence was nothing more than a platitude. It is common knowledge, that without specialized affinity the magic of the higher circles is outside of reach and while everyone else was taking the aptitude test, Mor silently walked back off the stage, to the end of the gathered students lamenting his lot all the way. Finally, as all tests were concluded, he was the only one without any specialized affinity and now his first place on the theoretical tests, his low status, and his weak magic instantly made him an outcast among his peers.
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This just bounced around in my head for a long time, hope someone might like it. ^^

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British Shorthairs for Sale

British Shorthairs for Sale

British Shorthairs for Sale

British Shorthairs for Sale

British Shorthairs for Sale

In the last month, bedtime has become a struggle every night again.
“I need water!”
“I need a snack!”
“I have to potty!!”
“I need more snuggles!”
Cry and scream
Repeat for the next 90 minutes until she finally passes out utterly exhausted and I’m ready to pull my hair out and want to cry too
Then I came across this magical product (I swear I do not work for them), the Toniebox. It has these little characters you put on top and it plays stories or songs or whatever the character has loaded onto it. They have a “Calm” one. It has two meditations and a sleep story about “Sienna the Sloth.” Since my kid loved the Toniebox so much, I asked her to try the meditations with me and to listen to the story one night. She passed out within minutes!!!
So I figured, it’s new, it’ll fade, but I’ll enjoy it for as long as it lasts. You guys, it’s been 2 weeks and it’s been the same EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. She asks for her Sienna the Sloth story each night and each night she’s out in the first few minutes. No more fight. No more crying. No more whining. Bedtime is calm again (pun intended).
I just wanted to share in case this helps anyone else. I was at my wits end. I wanted to cry every night. I will sing the praises of this thing from the rooftops! Hope it helps someone else.
Love and hugs to anyone who is currently going through the bedtime madness. Hang in there!