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So I'm part of a sneaker group on FB and after doing several successful deals via paypal. I decided to gift this motherfucker even though he was legit checked and he ended up scamming me for several hundred dollars. Paypal can't do shit about it except ban his account. The package got sent to France (im in the USA tracking said delivered in Paris) on accident and he'd refund me but ends up blocking me. He's still continuing to rip off other sneaker members. I've managed to find his IG, Twitter, YT, College, Work and his FB fanpage. I also have additional information being dug for. How should I persuade this fucker to refund me?

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OP from original thread here. Got back from the dudes place.

Gotta say, it's overrated. That's all.

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I am at such a loss right now. I'm literally tucked into my closet typing this on my cell phone. I just got done having an episode. Started since early 3 am last morning roughly.

I'll give some backstory to explain a little. I rrecently moved in with my current boyfriend and it's been several months now. Prior to I was in group housing with other mentally ill females. ^^^ That being said, I suffer from several mental illness, including bipolar, depression, anxiety. Basically I've suffered from depression since childhood. One of those kids who've been picked on for being different/ better grades, poor or lower clad family so I'm always dressed like I walked out of a goodwill, you get the point. Several instances in my life involving romantic relationships have greatly influenced my anti-social behavior and thinking, making solid footing to my anxiety issues. (Dealing with the family of my significant others etc...) Not to mention the mental and sexual abuse of one ex in particular who I've been scarred from and basically attached to for more than 7 years. I've been in a mental hospital once after what seemed like the breaking point of my illness (Just lost my house due to other roommates lying about paying rent, second time being betrayed/ losing friends who I'd give my life for without hesitation, the lack of support if any from my family, and the abuse of said ex boyfriend. I was only 22 at the time...

Fast forward 3 years. I have been attending groups during my stay at the group house, and I'm finally building myself to a point where I want to help myself again (probably helped that my roommates where terribly bitter elderly bigot women). Fast forward again and it's been another year. I've been trying to talk to other guys and it hasn't been working out but little by little I felt like I was moving past my ex, I've tried to rekindle a few friendships with people I thought were sincere about their apologises regarding our past--

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So I have a best friend, who I've known for 17 years. He is way more social and gets get girls way easier than I can. He is basically a "chad", I mean his body count is around 40 chicks.

We are so different and yet we still hang out, I am not good socially and my body count is only 11.

Anyway.

>Meet two girls through a mutual friend some months ago
>They are cool and one of them is into me
>Fast forward
>Me, the two girls, and my friend go to a hotel
>We fuck them and whatever etc.

>A week ago my friend says that we should take some girls to go see 50 Shades Darker
>I ask him who, and he says he still fucks with his girl who he fucked the night at the hotel
>I say okay, and ANOTHER friend of that girl is down to go with me
>He asks me if I want to switch after
>Like switch girls
>He said" Come on dude, she's really petite let me fuck her after you"

So he basically arranged that I'm gonna fuck her then he is, and I'll take "his" girl after.

Basically just switching girls. And I don't know why but this just weirds me out. Like, I'm not sure if it's an insecurity thing or what, but it unsettles me.

He has a bigger dick than I do, and is way better at sex then I am. If I am being completely honest, I don't want him to fuck her after I did and she likes him way more. Do you get what I'm saying?

He's done this before, where he will ask if he can fuck my friend, and something. And I always get pissed and he always asks me why or if I like them or something. And I just say "Dude you can get girls easy why do you have to go after my friends?" and he says that he just wants to fuck them.

He's gone to sex addicts anonymous before, but it just fucks with me.

Is this a normal thing? For guys to share chicks they've fucked? Am I being a little bitch or what?

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>Be me a fairly attractive male
>Could get any q-t 7 or below
>Neighbor girl q-t 7
>She just snap chats me everyday
>I always try to make plans with her but she says *insert lame excuse here*
>She starts a new job so she will have time
>I'm trying to fuck this girl everyday but how do I get a shy girl?
She is a Trump supporter so dream goal is to fuck her with a MAGA™ hat

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/adv/ how do i get rid of oneitis

there's this girl I really like, but I'm convinced that it's best if I don't peruse a relationship with her(mostly because I think she's not into me, and I wouldn't want to break up with her if I somehow manage to make it with her, even though that's unrealistic)

yet I can't help but still fall for her every time I talk to her.

she's in the same department as me in college, so I can't avoid her. and I don't want to make things awkward by asking her out on a date so I can possibly get rejected.

how should I proceed?

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I'll just say it, what's a good job/career?

Senior in high school here, considering pretty much anything,
just not teaching, business, or law.

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I recently told my guy friend I had feelings for him. But he gave me a response I can't make out saying that he was a bad person and he didn't feel like it was fair to me. then he talked about how he needed figure out his life and if everything was sorted out he wouldve said yes. then he said he would think about it. and tell me his decision in a couple of days. but it's weird i feel extremely anxious that i fucked up in some way. idk what to make of any of it.

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>talking with best friend about tattoos and how I always wanted to get one but I'm never quite sure the design, and how I feel I'll probably don't wanna settle for just one
>she's full of 'em and says "a couple of tats would make you even hotter..."


So /adv/, is there such a thing as a sex appeal connected with tattoos? I never though about it like this, you know I just like it and thats enough reason for me to do it, no other intention.

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>26 years old
>Good job but is exhausting
>Still live with parents
>On meds and going back to therapy
>Haven't had sex since I was raped 5 years ago
>The girl I love has a boyfriend
>Don't care about anything anymore

I have this fantasy of killing myself in a year and the only thing I have to live for is finishing my last album. I've been actively trying to get better for years but it hasn't. I honestly feel like I wanna die so I can hurt the people around me...so they'll feel pain. Also the return to nothingness is soothing.

I don't know why I wrote this. Just throwing it in the void of the internet. Call me an idiot or something.

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I'm just as fat as guy in pic-related. How do I find a girl who cares more about me than my body?

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I work a pretty serious job. It doesn't seem serious on its face, but we have a very strict set of guidelines to follow. And worse case scenario, we can be sued and heads will be chopped if we don't follow them.

I have a coworker who has been here for 6 months. She has no experience in the field.

Within these 6 months, she has broken rules that could get us sued. Rules that completely damage my workplace and the community we work with.


I guess I could stop being vague. I work with severely behaviorally challenged children. Children who hurt themselves and others. We're not glorified babysitters, the goal is to make children function normally in normal school settings. We have a very set way of handling things. Like the way we have to intervene on violent tantrums.

My coworker hasn't gotten a clue that we can't just lay our hands on kids. That we have to treat them respectfully and teach them.

Within these six months, she has completely manhandled a child and screamed at him in front of his parent. She was talked to. She has completely ignored the plans we have to follow when a kid breaks down on several occasions. And she repetitively laughs and makes fun of these severely disabled kids when we are supposed to help them not be laughed at.


These things could get us sued. If a parent finds out the way she treats the kids. If a kid gets injured and she wasn't holding them properly, we are sued.

Whenever someone tries to train her she just says, "okay okay" then never does it. Then she acts mean and overbearing to both coworkers and the children. Like she was tattled on.

I made a complaint. And I also feel guilty for making a complaint on her because as far as I know, I am the only one of my coworkers who did it.


Am I right to complain? We work with very sensitive cases of children. If guidelines aren't followed, we could have lawyers and Cps fucking us in the ass at the drop of a hat.

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Hi /Adv/

I am not sure what to do anymore. The other night my husband came to me and basically told me he couldn't keep up with me anymore. That being the mental illness that he has known about for almost 10 years. He told me how I don't want to go out and do things and that I keep losing interest in everything and that he is frustrated.

Problem is I completely understand yet warned him about how it worked 2 years before we got married. He claimed to have understand and was willing to put up with it. I'm not even sure if he cares at this point. I again tried to explain to him how the mental illness worked and that I would make an effort as to try to let him know if it was acting up. Over the past two years, The mental illness had gotten worse for me and I have been working hard to get it treated so I could make myself more of what he wants.

And I failed.

The only time I can get his attention is if I dress up to his standards I am uncomfortable with and then it's back to porn or gaming. He is more interested in the girls he can get sex out of than our own relationship (It's open) However this last argument Occured after I mentioned I was getting out of a hobby because I was too old and people my age were drinking and having Parties. He brought up we never do anything together because I am introverted and Don't want to go do anything. When asked what I turned down, he mentioned going to Parties (Which He knew in the first place I don't go to because I do not like being around drunks) And everything else he brought up, Were planned when I was at work or was something I hadnt even heard of until he told me that moment. In other words I turned down stuff I was busy earning money for bills or something i didn't even know it exist.

I know a majority of it is my fault and I don't know what to do. Should we take a break or what?

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So I'm moving on up in life, making more money, practicing self improvement routines, etc. The wife however, is not, and is still content to be a pile of grouchy pessimistic laziness. I still love her of course, and she has a lot of good traits, but she has no desire to improve herself, and I'm starting to resent her for it. Has anyone here dealt with this? I know it's easy to say "just do X activities with her", which I do, but she has no interest in actually making herself better. I don't believe in stagnation, and I'm too young to rest. (we're in our mid 20's.) Where do I go from here?

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I've posted on /adv/ right after I took the shit with my friend on February the 4th, Saturday. It was about 180 micrograms of the shit. It was too much. I saw images that apparently frightened the fuck out of me, yet I can't remember exactly what frightened me. What's really strange is that my vision is kind of normal but I still see visuals from time to time.
Days later my head started to have pressure and I was very paranoid and walking around. Still am for the most part btw. Also I can't seem to type like I used to. I'm basically typing but I have to correct myself a few times.

Which leads me to my next statement, I'm afraid it may have turned me into somewhat of a dumb dumb as well as hyperactively nervous and paranoid. My head, specifically where a bump is on it, is still kind of pressured but it calmed down with some Ipuforen that my mom gave me. But the pain went to my teeth instead of my head after she gave me it.

Afterwards I had a panic attack at the park while walking with her to try and calm me down and she drove me back. I was shaking so fervently and moving around and scared. She put me in bed and I tried to go to sleep there but I was still out of it. This is such a nightmare, /adv/.

The worst part is I'm derealizing things and depersonalizing everything around me. Plus I fear I may have Alzheimers from taking this shit. My mom tried to comfort me saying it was going to be okay but that didn't even comfort me at all either. She literally hugged me and I didn't even calm down at the comfort of my own mother. Oh god, /adv/ what have I done, I should've never done drugs. I literally cannot "come down" on this trip.

As a result of the intensity of this drug, my friend has told me to calm down and basically everyone on the Internet has told me to calm down but I can't. I can't sleep, /adv/, I also feel this is a dream and not reality. How do I get back to normality, how /adv/?!