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Short version:
>I like this girl
>She motivates me to do good stuff like going outside more, reading and going to the gym
>She only seems to see me as a friend
>If i confess to her how i feel i might risk losing this friendship and my motivation
>but i can't stand this shit anymore (and i swear to god if she get a boyfriend...)

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I recently found a galaxy s7 and i factory reset it but its locked on verizon is there a way i can unlock it

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Hello there.
So I broke up with my gf 2 years ago because of reasons. But I loved her with all my heart and soul. That time I thought it was a good idea but after some time I became depressed. I was blaming myself for being immature. All this thoughts sank me in a deeper depression.
I tried dating other girls, sexorcism and ect but it didn't work, until about 18 month later I met one girl, who mede feel good. I started dating her and everything was fine, until I realized that she was the shadow of that first gf. They both are redheads, same characteristics, both are bookworms and even their name is same. I now realize that I still love her.
I need some advice on what to do. I don't want to brake up with current gf. She is really nice girl but I realize that I don't love her as much as first one.


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The thing is that I've seen a lot of my friends and other men get their hearts 'broken' by their girlfriends.

They manage to get through the break ups and recuperate, but they always talk about how much they miss the companionship, intimacy and sex they use to get from their girls.

Now due to me being inexperienced and knowing about how break ups effect a lot of men I think getting a gf isn't worth it.

Wouldn't it be better to just get a fwb/fuck buddy ?

If not, why ?

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I believe I might be a hoarder, but not a physical one, I accumulate films, music, books and plans for the future, this mean I have notebooks filled with new stuff that I found to read, watch, listening or do
70% of that stuff is probably garbage I wont like but it's still there like a pending list and this list keeps growing so the low percent of stuff I like gets buried on the stuff im only curious by

this is causing me depression and axiety, I want to be a writter, musician and film director, so my mind thinks I must know everything so I keep lurking for more inspiration everyday without enjoying anything, is there a name for this? Im kinda like the guy who left the food he likes for the end and eats the bad stuff first, but I keep dumping food on my plate

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I have no insurance or funds whatsoever. I keep feeling a sensation a bit like shock in parts of my face and muscles in my leg and feet twitch on and off throughout the day. I want to go to the hospital but feel I'll be raped in medical fees. What do I do? I'm 5'7", 120 lbs at 24 years old.

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Is it a bad idea to try and replace drinking with smoking weed

Side note how do I go about relieving my social anxiety without alcohol?

I got too drunk and lost my phone and I sorta think that's my cue to drop this hobby for something else

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I inquired with an artist about commissioning (they had no public info about it) and they were willing to do some pieces but were super laid back about payment; said I should just give what money I felt like after a piece was completed.

The first of maybe a few pieces I finished now. I'm very pleased with the results and the artist was very responsive about making a series of changes which I think continually improved it until I had nothing more to ask of him.

Pic related: it's a very informative sneak preview of the piece. Lineart only, no colors.

What do you think is a fair amount to pay to show my appreciation? I was thinking 40bux maybe, which I'll probably just do if /adv/. doesn't convince me that's stingy.

Also, should I kill myself?

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When I met her for the first time, we were fast friends. She seemed interested in exploring more, but I was in a bad place and sabotaged my chances. We stopped communicating well, and our friendship deteriorated to the point that she stopped being someone I wanted to talk to.

Six months later, she apologizes for how she "forgot who she was". We hang out, it's great, but there's this problem: she's unhappy with her relationship she started shortly before I stopped speaking to her. She has also recently learned that our exes were hooking up and she was curious about kinks I might have. This snowballs into mutual feelings, but she slams on the brakes to deal with her relationship. She begged me not to shut her out again. We take a step back, but we flirt and she hints at a future relationship.

She ended things with her boyfriend a week or so ago, but she says she doesn't want to rush into anything again. She wants to see me, but also wants to "wait and see". I pressed her to explain what she really meant or wanted; I was asking a friend to help me sort it out, but I just annoyed her instead. I tried to explain that I wasn't arguing her decision or demanding an explanation, and apologized for his it came across, but now she's ignoring my texts.

Do I just give this time, or is it just bad timing in our lives?

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I have no motivation to do anything when I'm home. But literally anywhere outside my house, I have the self-control to do what I want/need to do. My house is a little too big after some of us moved out (sibling/family friends/relatives, we've had at least 1 additional person since 2005 ending in 2016, the most we had was 4 in 2012, only 3 now). The only "traumatic" event was when my dad had to deal with his stress in 2012 and I calmed him down, but nothing serious came from that. Nothing paranormal either. Otherwise, I'm content with my house, it provides my necessities and then some. I am confused about what to do. Should I move out or try to change my home?

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the title may seem weird, but it's because I'm having some serious issues, despite the fact I know my issues are nothing compared to most people even in the first world. I'll start by saying that I'm considered handsome, I'm tall and have a charming personality, I should be happy, right? not even close. I don't have any drive, any goals, either I despise myself or think I'm god's gift and everything in my life fucks up at one point

>every relationship I've had has crashed and burned
>forever acting upon impulsive behaviour, even getting myself into trouble purposely in order to try and get myself back out
>cheated on every girlfriend I've had
>dropped out of college twice
>have a job but I don't find it fulfilling, I only find the act of ripping somebody off fulfilling
>if someone even slightly hurts my feelings I'll rip into them until I can see they're visibly upset
>currently with a girl, she's beautiful, kind, we have the exact same interests, would do anything for me, never gets mad at me and is so supportive. already, I've started speaking to other people, I speak to her like shit and I'm generally just ruining it, but I know she'll never leave. I feel bad for going behind her back but I feel I'm just scared of her finding out.

I'm self aware enough to know I'm a dick, but the idea of having treatment for it doesn't seem great because I'm kind of okay with how I am. I don't even know what to do now

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Usually people prescribe some weight and meaning to the events in their lives; many recall events like a story. I don't, yet I'm not even necessarily obsessed with remembering or retelling these experiences factually. I'd hate doing that, it sounds kind of boring. But then I'd probably not be able to anyways.

I forget a lot of things. Maybe it's more right to say that I don't remember properly.
And it's silly, really. I have a great fringe memory--one like a dusty old library where all the books are out of place. Nothing about it is efficient, and usually only a brief spontaneous spark of inspiration may bring me back to the right "book." Except, really, the book's only a page, it's disconnected from the rest of the experience.

I really hate being like this. I look back and see a swamp. Little to feel besides weeds and goop. People may ask me "what's your story?" and I'd laugh and say, "what IS my story?" to the no-fuck-giving universe.

I know I'm not a smart girl. But...I know things can be better than living so carelessly and without structure or meaning. I've no identity, no soul. Where do I go from here? How do I start restructuring the way I live and think and feel instead of just floating through life?

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I'm having a problem where I need to train for a physically intensive school to advance my career. I'm in great shape now but I need to improve my performance and I've been tapping into extreme amounts of aggression and stress to fuel my workouts to get the results i need; problem is getting stressed out every day leaves me super depressed in my down time.

I can't let go of some horrific shit in my past, I keep recalling it, finding pictures to induce stress hormones like cortisol to work myself up.

The first girl I dated is my main source of fuel. I had everything I wanted in a relationship. Neither if us had parents and both of us were living and working through highschool on our own. She had the biggest crush on me and looked every way I wanted a woman to look. A solid 10, same with her personality and the best I've ever had in bed, it was like we were made for each other. I was in love and she was my family for 5 years. Eventually we couldn't find work to support ourselves. She aged out of the group home she was placed and was dicked by the system, put back on the street. This sweet kid had a few mental breakdowns from her whole world crashing down, she dropped out of school and did what nearly every pretty girl does: whore herself out. She started using survival sex for a place to live, money, started doing meth and coke and everything else.

And I couldn't stop it.

I haven't had a fulfilling relationship since, I haven't been able to love another person and I've taken full responsibility as a man for not being able to solve our problems and secure our future.

I bring myself back to that place every day to stress myself out. It goes away during the workout but stays when I'm done. I don't feel ok other than when I'm fighting or working out, It's starting to seriously fuck me up and I don't know what to do about it.

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Hello. My name is Vladimir and this is my first time using this website.. for a good reason. I am from the Czech Republic (Europe) and I am 17 years old. My best friend has gone missing from social media and I don't know what to do... Her name is Jesse Carly Taylor she was born on July 22nd 1997 and she is from Great Britain/England. I've known her for 4 months now and we've previously dated until we broke up a week later... we remained best friends until she went missing. I met her while playing gta 4 multiplayer on pc. We used to chat on Steam 24/7 until she went missing on June 22nd 2017. She has now been offline on Steam for 3 days. I know this may seem like a petty reason to be worried about, but she would never leave me for more than a day without telling me, I tried to message her on her Snapchat account but no response whatsoever. She lives with her female roomate in a small house, while shes studying at her college for media studies. Her house has been previously broken into by a group of men which were then arrested, I stayed with her through the whole process, telling her to lock herself in the bathroom and call the police when her power cut off and she heard noises downstairs in her house, now there is a man wanted in her town in connection to burglary, I do not know if its the same guy that broke into her house last time but I'm fearing it could be.. that happened in February 2017. She was also threatened to be raped by a boy at her college for fighting his girlfriend, the boy was then kicked out of the college and then maybe arrested after he attacked her the next day at her college, I am fearing he could find out where she lives and might want to take revenge, that happened in April 2017. Her mother was diagnosed with lung cancer 2 months ago, the doctors failed to operate on her/remove the cancer cells etc, about 3 weeks ago doctors told her her mother has 6 months to live, they released her mother home 1 week ago, Iam telling you this because...

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To sum up, im recently 18, senior year in hs.

I came home at 1 am, i drinked and it smelled a lot, parents came in shouting and dad slapped me twice.

My dad said ive been using drugs and called me a worthless junkie, my mom said im stupid.
Im going to med school after i finish hs, im certainly not stupid, i also dont do drugs, but right now im so pissed off at them, why tf did they react like that? I need advice. I havent talked to them since that, it was 2 days ago. Out of my 3 brothers im the only one that gets shit, my older brother is smoking weed everyday and they dont do shit to him. WHat the fuck is going on, im going to kms.