Balloon elf on the shelf ideas

Elf On The Shelf

2012.12.07 03:55 flamyngo Elf On The Shelf

You never know where Elf on the Shelf is going to end up.

2019.08.12 04:42 KorgG29 UnmadeMarvelFunkoPops

Funko has yet to make hundreds of marvel pops that we desperately need. This community is open to hear all your ideas about the ones you'd like to see on the shelf soon.

2011.07.12 22:37 Kingkiller Chronicle

This subreddit is dedicated to everything related to The Kingkiller Chronicle, a fantasy trilogy by Patrick Rothfuss, telling the biography of "Kvothe", an adventurer, arcanist and musician.

2023.06.08 10:23 Nerkm1nt What's going on? very run I start I'm given all this, plus level 3 obsession and all character quests finished. any ideas? just before this I was doing grand slam when I ran out of torch and fought the cultists and the Evangelist was constantly healing.

What's going on? very run I start I'm given all this, plus level 3 obsession and all character quests finished. any ideas? just before this I was doing grand slam when I ran out of torch and fought the cultists and the Evangelist was constantly healing. submitted by Nerkm1nt to darkestdungeon [link] [comments]

2023.06.08 10:22 Jayceonacex 4 Year relationship, it DOES get better, but you have to accept it.

My (F20) ex girlfriend, and (M21) myself broke up 5 months ago after a 4 year relationship.
I scrolled this sub, and similar subs endlessly, looking, hoping for answers to the heartbreak.
I was left completely blindsided with no warning, right after an amazing 4 year anniversary. I was shattered, I loved this woman like no other. I destroyed my dignity, calling, begging, showing up at her house, checking her social media endlessly, I was devastated.
I tried everything, got a new job, got more friends, picked up hobbies, nothing seemed to help me.
Recently, I found out she slept with another person, this really hurt me as I couldn’t, and still can’t phantom the idea of being able to sleep with another woman. This was one of my biggest fears for a long time, and I thought I wouldn’t be able to live if it happened. Then I was slapped by the reality of it.
I was losing my mind, I felt as if I couldn’t control myself. I was left with the harsh reality that it is time to accept it for what it is.
I sat with my thoughts and took in all the feelings, not hiding any. When I finally came to the acceptance, I felt freedom, something I hadn’t felt in 5 months.
I realized your true love, your soul mate, will never abandon you, true love will not fail. I understand everyone’s situation is different, and people think differently, but I encourage you all to accept it for what it is, no matter how hard it may be.
Live your life to the fullest as you only get one, maybe one day that person will come back, maybe they won’t. That is life, and you shouldn’t spend your time questioning or worrying.
So friends, here is to all of us moving on to a better life, I wish you all luck. Please feel free to message me if you ever need to talk to someone.
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2023.06.08 10:21 jenhairvietnam How to remove a lace front wig?

I think learning how to remove a lace front wig is not too complicated for anyone to perform, but it’s a fine line between harming and protecting your hair strands. In my own experience, the hardest step is when you remove the glue and adhesive.
After revealing the lace around your hairline, you need to remove the glue and adhesive safely and efficiently.
Using cotton balls that were wrapped with alcohol and an adhesive lace wig remover, they were released at the hairline, preventing them from going near your eyes or face. These methods are convenient and cheap, so they are widely used, but alcohol has certain irritants and does not work well on sensitive skin; moreover, pregnant women should be cautious with its ingredients. If you are in a condition that can’t absorb alcohol, use a bond removal solution for lace adhesives instead.
Also, keep a dry towel handy to wipe away any drips or spills. Rub the solution in with your fingers to help loosen things up a bit.
By following this post, you can save a lot of money at the hair salon to remove it, as well as improve your hair care skills to protect your hair and frontal wig.
"Have you failed to acquire how to remove a wig? It’s just the beginning because removing a lace front wig can be extremely terrible and challenging for every woman because a lace front wig requires a firm detachment. It’s sure that if you take off your lace wig incorrectly, it could damage your unit or possibly rip off the edges.
Well, have you found it annoying to read a lot of stuff related to lace front wigs but have no idea about how to remove a lace front wig?
Luckily, this article will focus on 4 simple techniques for removing lace front adhesive properly, even for newbies.
Want to know?
Let’s jump in right now!"
#JenHair #JenHairVietnam
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2023.06.08 10:21 Suspicious-Fuel-4307 Has anyone experienced gastritis/ulcers from a certain type of tap water?

I moved from Belgium to the Netherlands (Rotterdam area) about a month ago. About 1-2 weeks after the move, I developed symptoms of gastritis and maybe a gastric ulcer: nausea and pain in the center of my abdomen that's worst about an hour after eating/drinking. I'll be completely fine in the morning before I eat or drink anything, but then an hour or so after breakfast, the nausea and stomach pain kick in, and I feel pretty awful. I went to the doctor and got tested for H. pylori, but the test was negative. He also gave me a prescription for omeprazole, and that helps a lot, as does esomeprazole (Nexium). Over-the-counter antacid tablets also help a lot, which also leads me to think it might be an ulcer.
Then I started thinking that the problem might have something to do with the tap water in our new apartment, since it seems too coincidental for the problem to have started so soon after moving here, and nothing else about my diet has changed much. I'm trying an experiment where I only drink bottled water for a couple of days, and that seems to improve the symptoms. I have much less nausea or pain, even after not taking the omeprazole.
Has anyone else experienced something like this? The tap water here in the Netherlands is supposed to be among the best in Europe, so this doesn't make much sense to me. Any idea how the problem can be fixed? Would a standard Brita filter on the tap do the job?
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2023.06.08 10:21 ifisch5 Smartband 8 changes language to Chinese

Hey guys, I need your support.
I have been using the Chinese version of the smartband 8 for 3 weeks and so far, it has worked perfectly. Today, I put the band on the charger while taking a shower. When taking the band off the charger, it was set to Chinese. In the new (iOS) Mi Fitness App, which is btw way worse than Zepp, I cannot find an option to change the language. Resetting the band and setting it to English works for about 5 min, after that it switches to Chinese again.
Do you have any idea or are you facing the same issue?
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2023.06.08 10:20 hedehede81 ICOM IC-7600 and SWR Meter / Power Meter

Hello guys,
I have an Icom IC-7600 and I am trying to figure out my output power. My RF power is turned all the way up and the power meter on the7600 is Po, and gives a percentage %. Considering this is a 100W unit, should I assume 70% is about 70 watts on SSB? I couldn't find a way to display power output in watts.
I have a feeling that my power output might be a little bit lower, because when I checked the power supply, when transmitting, it is drawing about 7-8 amps on 13.8v DC. Even my 50w UHF/VHF rig pulls same amount, I was expecting a bit more from this unit. I don't have a seperate SWPower meter, is it a good idea to have a seperate unit with 7600, maybe a cheap one like SWR-120?
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2023.06.08 10:20 Ok-Crab-4932 Ideas to survive since i am running out of food this month

Hello everybody. Life can come to you hard sometimes when you dont know it. I have a job but in a low salary. long story short. i am struggling to meet my needs of getting food until the end of month. any ideas, suggestions on how to get cheap food, or some churches or places to get free food? this is a lesson for me to get a second job. thanks.
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2023.06.08 10:20 Ok-Apple4057 Irish lace crochet bag as a first time piece

Irish lace crochet bag as a first time piece
I don‘t know why my brain thought this is a good idea. An Irish lace piece as my first crochet. I had to learn the basics in primary school, but couldn‘t remember anything as it was over two decades ago. It was way easier than expected but maybe that because I usually knit and I found crochet to be much more forgiving to errors and easier in general than lace knitting. Now I have to start the second side of the bag. I used the follow along video from ‚Just Vintage Crochet‘ on youtube for this.
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2023.06.08 10:20 Rabbi_Guru Do you ever feel like many of the historical saints and contemporary holy people just assume that they are holy and then start acting it?

Like they assume they are on a higher spiritual level compared to normies, that they have some direct access to divinity, some great spiritual insight that normies don't have.
And since the culture enables and rewards this, if this holiness comes looking and acting in a certain expected manner, they get confirmed in their original assumption.
But they were just imagining their great spiritual experiences and insight... it was no more real or elevated than some other random person's experience. Them being a spiritual elite is no more authentic than that.
And I think these people might even be sincere in their assumption. But they just assumed and imagined themselves into that.
Cause many saints and holy people just come off as weird psychos to me with some really sick and twisted ideas.
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2023.06.08 10:19 sarcasticcoffeevibes Vampire Armours

Just a simply vampire enjoyer looking for some armour mods.
I'm playing a Breton, a former-knight-turned-vampire-hunter-turned-vampire who's a bit of a rogue.
I like to entertain the idea that he was around during the second era, through the events of ESO's Greymoor chapter and also during the establishment of the Old Dawnguard.
Morally, he's as good as he can be. Only feeding on those who he thinks deserves it - Thalmor soldiers, bandits, and so on. He'll also kill starved vampires that have turned feral, or vampires who show hostility to innocents (which is probably most vampires).
In the present events if Skyrim, he's established a little group of vampiric monster hunters who are based in Castle Orlok. He knows how to sneak around like a vampire hunter, but he can also hold his ground like a proper knight.
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2023.06.08 10:19 Anatolian_Kid Any ideas why they would remove this post from the discord mod they sent over to crack down on the r/safemoon page? And I thought they would be “checking in regularly” lmao. They haven’t dared to log in since.

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2023.06.08 10:19 Spectral42 There is something wrong with the newspaper in my town. I think I’m going crazy.

Before I dive into everything that has happened over the last couple of weeks I want to get a couple of things out of the way. I moved to this town four months ago because of a job offer: I was supposed to start working with a construction company. Second, I am not going to give you my last name. But I will tell you my first name, it's Tom. I am telling you all this, just in case. Ya know?
Anyway, I moved here four months ago. At first, the job offer seemed too good to be true. I was promised an apartment, full benefits, and grocery delivery twice a month. I was told the town was small, and honestly, it is! I am not used to living in a place like this. I mean, I saw the stars for the first time in my life the day I got to my new apartment.
The apartment itself is nice, I have two bedrooms and a good-sized bathroom. I have no complaints about any of the accommodations. Two weeks into moving here I was told that I would be starting at the end of the month. My boss told me that rent would be covered and gave me a list of things I needed for my first day.
As the end of the month came around I decided to go out and buy a new pair of work boots. I figured this would give me a good chance to get a look around town and maybe meet some people. I was mostly right.
The store was only a couple of blocks from my apartment building so instead of taking my truck I decided to walk. The town is cozy, ya know? Like everyone seems normal. Everything felt like it came out of a classic American novel though. So anyway, I went and got my boots and on the way home I decided to stop at a store and pick up the local newspaper.
When I got home and sat on my couch to crack open the newspaper, I could tell something was off right away. The story on the front page read “New Mayor Elected” and right below that, “Strange Lights in the Sky.” By itself, those two things would not raise red flags, but the pictures looked off. It’s hard for me to put into words but the photo of the new mayor looked both old and new. I scanned the page for a date and couldn’t find one. I figured that maybe something went wrong with the printing or something. After I gave the front page a good read I put the paper down and went to bed.
For two days I stayed home to make sure I was well rested. At this point, I had not purchased a tv yet and decided to jump on the opportunity and read more. On my way to pick up new boots, I noticed the town library and thought why not? I could get a couple of books and a new paper. The library itself is beautiful. The wood looks well maintained and the giant stone lions on either side of the staircase were extremely cool to look at the first time I saw them.
Heading into this library was just like walking into any other library. I don’t know what I was expecting. The outside was cool so I thought the inside would be more done up. As I walked through the aisle and scanned the books I could feel the hairs on my arms stand up. It was a weird feeling, something I had not experienced before this: It was almost like I was scared for no reason. As I pulled a book off of the shelf and read the cover I was extremely puzzled, for reference I was standing in the history section. The book read, “To Mars and Back. How America pioneered space travel.” It sounded more like a science fiction book to me, and there were a lot of other books like this. “They live among us, humanity's first contact with God.” or “The secret history of the Roman empire.” As I went through and examined more books I started to notice little scratches on the bookcase. They looked like tally marks. I followed them down the shelf until I found some writing. “Turn back” and “Go home” were scribbled on the shelf. I quickly stood up and clenched the book I was holding.
As I turned around I took one last look at the book in my hands before heading off to speak with a librarian. As I approached the counter I swear to god the woman behind the counter took my breath away. She was so beautiful, but it didn’t seem natural. I could feel the hairs on the back of my head stand up as I got closer to the desk. I decided to put the book down and leave. There was something inside of me, screaming at me to not speak to the woman. As I headed out of the building and walked down the staircase I noticed my hands were shaking. I was confused because technically, nothing happened.
I never bought a paper that day. Instead, I went home and went to sleep. Technically it was midafternoon, I had no idea why I was tired in the first place.
When I woke up the next day and went to check the mail, I found a rolled-up newspaper at my front door. I shit you not I have been getting a newspaper every day since that day. At first, I was interested in reading them, but the more I read the more I didn’t want to read. At the end of the month, I was waiting for a call from my boss, but the call never came. I tried to call him but his phone was disconnected.
As the next month rolled around I kept getting the newspapers. I stopped receiving normal mail, and I stopped wanting to live in this damn apartment. Two weeks into the new month I decided to call it quits and move back. I was not getting this job and my time here had been nothing but uncomfortable. So I packed my bags and stormed outside to climb into my truck. I was planning on leaving that day however, my tiers had been slashed.
I did what anyone would do, right? I called the damn police. They came promptly and once again I was met with the same feelings as when I saw the librarian. These men did not look real. Every inch of their faces looked…fake. I mean yes they were people but there was not a hair out of place. They were perfectly symmetrical in every way. The whole time I was filling out the police report my hands were shaking. My body was so tense I thought I was going to fall over on the spot. Once the situation was handled I ran back to my apartment. I was skipping steps as I went back upstairs. I felt like I could not get upstairs fast enough.
A couple of hours later I heard pounding at my door. I can’t stress this enough, the pounding scared the shit out of me. “WHO IS IT?!” I screamed. “Please! I need help!” A woman called back to me. I went to my front door, I wish I could tell you I did not hesitate but I did. I eventually opened the door for the women. She was an absolute mess, her makeup was running down her face and she was wearing pajamas. It will sound fucked up but I was so happy to see this woman, her crying gave me comfort. She did not look like the others, she looked real and natural. I asked her what happened and she told me her daughter had gone missing. I asked her if she called the police and she told me no. She said she wouldn’t, she told me her daughter wouldn't go to them either. I asked her what her daughter's name is, she told me her name is Zoey. We talked for what felt like hours before I told her I would keep my eyes open. She thanked me and went back to her apartment in tears. As I closed and locked my door I went to the pile of newspapers and opened the most recent one. I wanted to see if there was any mention of Zoey in the paper. The front page read, “Local man found dead outside of his home. No suspects.” below that there was another heading, “Local girl missing.” I checked for a name but it wasn’t Zoey. They are the same age though. As I scanned the paper I heard a scream come from down the hallway. I stood up quickly and rushed to my door, this time without hesitation I ripped it open and looked down the hallway. And that’s where I saw…it. One of the cops except it wasn’t a man. He had tight skin, he almost looked like a walking skeleton. His eyes were bulging out of his head, and his arms were larger. “Sir…” The thing said to me. I quickly turned and slammed the door shut. I locked all four locks and put the kitchen table up against the door. I haven’t left this apartment since. I did call my ex, she said she would come and get me but I don’t know how long I will be waiting. If this is fear, I have had enough. I can’t sleep and I am too scared to eat. It feels like my heart might explode like my whole perception of reality has changed.
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2023.06.08 10:19 respectedmr Material as alpha mask

Hi guys.
I need to render a scene as if i apply a specific material x to an object, UE5 renders those pixels as full alpha. So the final output image is just transparent there.
The idea is to have screens in a scene for 2D content that will be put there in post Production. Tried using greenscreen, but as those screens are close to other objectcs, could not manage for it not to be emiting any light on the environment.
Any tips?
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2023.06.08 10:18 birbbirbbirbbirbbirb Am I (26F) overreacting over something my boyfriend 27M) did? How can I overcome this?

For starters, I am fully aware that I’m insecure. I’m starting therapy in a few weeks. My bf and I had our first date in April of last year. It was great- we spent hours just talking and getting to know each other and both agreed to see each other again. I had been casually texting a few other guys I met on Tinder, two of whom I had gone on dates with. I stopped speaking to them after my date with my now bf because I felt they didn’t compare to him and I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time. That was on a Friday and I didn’t hear from him all weekend so I texted him Monday. We made plans for a second date on the next coming Friday. The second date came and it went great. I ended up staying over at his place.
We grew closer over the course of about a month before we became official. It had been my assumption that he had not seen anyone else since our first date since he spoke about how much he instantly liked me and the connection he felt. I found out around the two month mark that he had been texting a girl I used to be very close friends with (they met on tinder as well and had gone on a date before our first date), and the Tuesday after our first date, she came over and they slept together. And then 3 days later, he slept with me.
I only found out about this because I posted a story with him on my Snapchat and she told me and we laughed it off. When I ask him about it, he tried to lie his way out of it and then felt guilty and ashamed. I know he didn’t “cheat”, but I felt cheated out of the idea I had that we were mutually attracted to each other and I was special to him. He had made me feel really special in the beginning, and that event sort of spiraled into other little lies I have caught him in and overall affecting my self esteem. I also have it in my head that he’s with me because I’m the second best option since she stopped texting him after they slept together but I was still there.
I recognize that I am an adult and my mental health/self confidence is my problem, so I try not to bring any of this up to him or ask for reassurance, but something about it just does not sit right with me. He has withheld the truth about other things involving his past and even directly lied. I know the past is the past, but I think I deserve a direct answer when it pertains to our relationship and my physical health since he didn’t get tested after he slept with her and before he slept with me. We’ve been together for over a year now and I love him a lot, but I keep comparing myself to the other girls he has been with and especially the ones he lied about. I don’t want to break up but I don’t want to feel like this. How would you deal with this? TL;DR - my boyfriend slept with someone I know after our first date, didn’t get tested before sleeping with me, lied, and now I’m overthinking everything
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2023.06.08 10:18 MelancholyHead Excitement and interest has taken a nosedive after lvl 50

I'm lvl 52 now and honestly it just already is feeling as mindless and empty as running Rifts in D3. I am basically showered with legendaries and it's just annoying and overwhelming to have all these various aspects and having the same aspect only with varrying values as well as having, say, a mace and a helmet in my stash with that same aspect on it.
My barbarians power, survivability and damage output increased exponentially for whatever reason and I just completely wipe the screen and elites out in seconds on World Tier 2.
I haven't finished story yet but i was doing dungeons and side quests as i went and now i feel punished for it. The games pacing is totally whack. I hope world tier 3 brings challenge back and adds some actual legendary or unique items... Not this generic aspect system that is inherently cursed to be bloated and redundant after a certain point. It feels as if I've already collected every affix available for my class without even completing story mode!
My biggest gripe however now that I see how itemization is being handled, is how utterly simplistic and constrained the skill system is. It makes it so there can be only a few VIABLE builds for each class. I want concerned early on because i reasoned "Oh, i see so legendaries in this game will likely completely alter your skills, rotations and synergies almost like how D3 set bonuses work." And that idea make me EXTREMELY excited.
Now maybe i still have that to look forward to but seeing how uninspired the legendaries have been so far and the laziness of the aspect system... My excitement for this game has taken a nose dive. And that just sucks man...
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2023.06.08 10:17 PocketFMofficial Cathy betrayed Alex, but will she come back after knowing the truth that Alex is Millionaire? How will Alex heal his heart?

Cathy betrayed Alex, but will she come back after knowing the truth that Alex is Millionaire? How will Alex heal his heart?
Chapter 1
"Hello. Heavenly Lion Convenience," Alex Ambrose answered the store phone.
"I need a box of condoms and two packs of tissues delivered to room 1302 of the Sheraton South River Hotel. Hurry!" The caller hung up.
Alex shook his head. People never seemed to be prepared.
He packed the required items, put on a raincoat, and rode his electric bike toward the Sheraton Hotel on the southern side of the river.
It was nine o’clock in the evening and raining heavily, and his pants and shoes were soon wet and filthy. Luckily, the merchandise was still dry, but he didn't dare delay any longer, so he hurried toward the hotel.
When he arrived at room 1302, he knocked on the door, and it was opened quickly.
"Hello, here’s your—" Alex was stunned into silence.
The woman in front of him was none other than his girlfriend, Cathy!
She was dressed in a white robe, with her long, dark, wet hair draped over her shoulders. The scents of shower gel and shampoo assaulted his nose.
"Cathy? What are you doing here?" He stared at her in disbelief, still feeling dazed.
"What are you doing here?" Cathy asked. Her heart skipped a beat, and she took a small step back into the room. Her mind went blank and then started to spin.
"What's wrong?" Another guy walked up to the door, wearing a robe and slippers, and Alex immediately recognized him.
"You! You dare to touch my girl?" Alex couldn't suppress the anger welling up inside him, and he started moving toward Billy, determined to teach him a lesson.
"Stop!" Cathy stepped in front of Alex. After a brief burst of panic, she had managed to get back a bit of control. Since her boyfriend had already discovered her betrayal, there was no point in trying to hide it now.
She looked directly at him. "Alex, we need to break up."
"Break up?" Alex was stunned. He stared at Cathy with wide eyes. "Cathy, we've been together for more than a year. Are you going to break up with me now?"
"Yes. We need to go our separate ways." She kept steady eye contact with him and spoke with a strong sense of resentment. "Are you surprised? You have no money, Alex. You can only barely afford the cheapest essentials. We never have anything nice. As long as I’m with you, people will always be laughing at me, and that just isn't the life I want. I’m too good to be living in poverty like this. I was too naive when I was in my freshman year, and I let myself get tricked into being with a loser like you!"
She hugged Billy's arm and said to Alex, "Billy is my boyfriend now. From now on, I want nothing to do with you. Don't bother me again!"
"Well, seems like you’re just her good-for-nothing ex now!" Billy looked at Alex with a provocative smirk.
Alex, standing there in a raincoat and with mud stains on his pants and shoes, felt like Cathy was right. He was a complete loser. Billy took the plastic bag from his hand and took out the box of condoms. He waved it at Alex and laughed as he said, "I’m staying in a nice hotel, having my girlfriend’s ex bring me condoms. And you’re single. Sure was good of you to help me out."
"Why are you still here?" Cathy scolded Alex.
"Nah, it's good that he didn't piss off. Maybe you want to see me beat him down, huh, Cathy? Gotta give a lady what she wants," Billy sneered.
Alex felt utterly defeated. He slowly turned around and walked out of the room.
"Bro, you're not even taking the money? Heh, nice. I get a girlfriend and a gift." Billy felt great watching Alex's slumped, dejected posture as he closed the door behind him.
When Alex left the hotel, it was raining even harder than before. He took off his raincoat, allowing the cold rain to drench his entire body and help clear his head.
Cathy had discarded him because she believed he had no money. Losing such a materialistic woman should be something to rejoice over, so why should he be sad?
[Buzz buzz!]
His phone vibrated in his pocket. Alex took it out and glanced at it, but when he saw the number, he stopped walking. His entire body was shaking as he read the text.
[After a review, the Ambrose family has decided that their son, Alexander, has met the conditions required for entitlement to his inheritance. From today onward, control of his property will be returned to him.]
The bean-sized raindrops plopped onto the screen, causing the text message to gradually become blurry.
Alex's mind began to spin. If not for this message, Alex would have almost forgotten his identity as a super-rich kid. Over the last seven years, his family had been assessing him, withholding his fortune until they were satisfied he met their draconian conditions. And now, finally, it was over.
Everything that rightfully belonged to him was finally his to claim.
Alex woke up early the next morning and drove to the city. In a great mood, he got out of his car and went straight to Metro Sky Bank, right in the heart of the wealthiest part of the central business district of New York.
Various luxury cars were parked around the bank. The people walking in and out of the surrounding plaza were all rich; it was obvious from their clothing and demeanour.
Alex strode to the door of the bank and pushed it open.
The main door could be opened both inward and outward, and Alex had been a bit careless when he pushed it open from outside. As a result, the door had bumped into a long-haired young woman who had been heading out of the building.
He quickly apologized, "Sorry. I didn't see you."
"What do you mean, you didn’t see me? What am I, invisible?" She held a hand to her forehead and glared at him.
The bank’s assistant manager, Karen Young, had noticed the incident and hurried over. She checked on the woman first, and then looked at Alex in disapproval. When her gaze swept over him, a trace of suspicion appeared on her face.
Metro Sky Bank was different from most banks, as the clientele were almost exclusively high-end businesspeople. Karen knew the young woman was there with her father, but she didn't know why Alex was there. Judging from his appearance and age, he wasn't their usual type of customer.
"Sir, can I be of assistance?" she asked with a polite but forced smile.
Alex simply said, "I’m here to withdraw money."
"Withdraw money?" the sullen woman asked, sneering at him.
"Do you have a card?" Karen asked, continuing to smile politely.
Getting a Metro Sky Bankcard was not easy. A million dollars of savings was the minimum requirement to qualify. Karen felt certain that the man in front of her couldn't have much experience with the bank and wouldn't know their rules. Perhaps he had thought that other banks' cards could also be used here.
"No," Alex replied, shaking his head.
The woman he had accidentally hit with the door couldn't help but giggle when she heard his honest reply. He wasn't worth any more of her attention.
"Let’s go." Her father had walked up, still arranging the documents he was carrying.
"My dad and I are leaving." The woman shook Karen's hand, and then looked over at Alex. "Ms Young, having someone like this around could damage your bank's image and upset your customers. I hope this will not happen again."
With that, she took her father’s arm and opened the door.
"Take care, Mr Scott." Karen followed them out a few steps, watching as they got into a car and left. Turning around, she headed back inside, having made up her mind to encourage Alex to leave as soon as possible.
There was no one standing where Alex had been. Oh! Where’s he gone? she wondered.
Was it possible that the kid had been embarrassed and had quietly slipped away?
She felt relieved at the thought. Then, just as she was about to go back to work, she caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of her eye.
There’s the brat! No wonder I didn’t see him at first, she thought. He had already reached the entrance to the VIP lounge, and a pillar had blocked her view of him.
The VIP room was only for high-status customers who were worth at least thirty million dollars, and this young man had admitted that he didn’t even have a card. If she let him get through, she would be in trouble with her boss.
"Stop! Don't move!" Karen yelled, feeling desperate. The other customers all looked around at her, obviously annoyed by her shouting. She could only smile apologetically as she walked quickly toward Alex.
But he had already walked through the lounge, opened the door to the VIP room, and stepped inside.
Chapter 2
Does he have no shame? Karen hurried after Alex with a look of chagrin on her face. She tried to open the door to the VIP room, but it had been locked from the inside.
"Hello?" Inside the VIP room, Robert Miller, the bank manager, was leaning against the sofa, looking at his phone. When the door suddenly opened, he quickly sat down and hid his phone away. Normally, when a VIP was coming in, Karen would notify him in advance.
As the customer manager, he was responsible for thirty-one VIPs, and he knew them like the back of his hand. He immediately began to launch into his normal professional greeting, hoping to undo the poor impression he’d made by slouching against the sofa, but when he saw Alex, his expression froze.
He was certain that Alex was not one of his VIPs, nor was he a relative of one.
"May I ask who you are?" Robert asked, looking at the young man, who appeared to be around twenty years old. Robert had no idea who he was.
Alex got straight to the point. "I'm here to get my money."
"You have one of our cards?" Robert asked, suspicious of Alex's calm expression.
"No," Alex admitted frankly.
Robert was relieved to seemingly be proven right, but even more confused. Access to the VIP room required a minimum worth of three million dollars, but this man didn't have any money. Why was he so composed?
"I'm sorry, sir. We can't give out money without a card. Do you require anything else?"
He's crazy, Robert thought. Why on earth did Karen let him in? I’ll have to speak to her about this at Monday’s meeting.
"You have fingerprint recognition here, right?" Alex suddenly asked.
The fingerprint ID system at the bank was for the wealthiest families and businesses to use. Only a few people had their fingerprints recorded in the system, at least in the New York branch, and no one had used it to access their holdings yet.
"You want to use it?" Robert could no longer bring himself to call Alex "sir."
"Yes." Alex nodded.
Robert was feeling more confused by the second. Why would someone who wasn't even a customer request to use a fingerprint ID?
To be honest, even though he was curious, Robert felt that it was barely worth humouring the request. But after considering for a few seconds, he finally decided to let Alex make the attempt rather than risk making him angry.
He opened the safe and brought out the fingerprint identification device, which he had never used before.
"Place your thumb here." Robert indicated the verification area to Alex, who placed his thumb on the sensor.
The device lit up with a glaring red light, and the LCD screen displayed the words [Fingerprint not recorded].
Immediately, Robert’s expression turned hostile, and he glared at Alex. He picked up his phone, ready to call the police.
"Wait, wait!" Alex said quickly. "Maybe that was the wrong print. I'll try using my index finger this time."
Robert smiled coldly. "What’s your plan here? Your thumb doesn’t work, so you’ll try your index finger. Then, if your index finger doesn’t work, you’ll try your middle finger. When you run out of fingers, will you try using your toes?"
But Alex had already pressed his index finger on the verification area.
Robert resolved that if the man’s fingerprints weren’t accepted this time, he would immediately call the police and have him arrested.
[Beep!] A green light appeared on the device and new details flashed up on the LCD screen: [Verification successful. Family account: 01. Verifier: Alexander Ambrose. Account: 01104.]
Robert gaped at Alex in disbelief for a moment, and then hurriedly squeezed out a smile. "Mr Ambrose, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I'm Robert Miller, the customer manager for the New York branch. Please allow me to assist you."
"It's fine," Alex said lightly and stood up. "Can I see how much money I have left in my account?"
"Please wait a moment." Robert sat in front of the computer and typed away for a while. On his instructions, Alex provided a few more fingerprint scans as authorization.
"It's done, Mr Ambrose." Robert clicked the "OK" button on the screen, and Alex's account appeared.
Robert pointed to the computer screen and said, "Mr Ambrose, the balance of your account is currently eighty-six million dollars."
Robert couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
This young man had an enormous fortune. It placed him in the topflight of the one per cent. Most people would never be able to even dream of that much money.
Alex felt strange as he stared at the numbers on the screen. He reminded himself that he needed to get used to his status as a rich kid as soon as possible.
"Oh, and you have other assets as well. Let me show you now." Robert clicked through to check several pages in a row. Finally, he clicked the "OK" button again.
The computer brought up a 4 x 4 grid of display screens.
"This surveillance screen displays all the physical assets that you hold elsewhere," Robert explained. He clicked on the upper left corner of the screen and brought up the feed from the bank's branch at The Hague, which revealed a sports car. In the lower right corner, it said, [Ferrari Pagani Huayra].
Robert opened up other screens for Alex, one after another.
The Hawaii branch displayed a Dominica blue pearl bracelet and four stacks of gold bars.
The feed from the French branch in Nice revealed three original Picasso paintings and two Rodin statues.
And the Cape Town branch had fifteen 10-carat diamonds, ten pieces of ivory, and another couple of stacks of gold bars. Robert's eyes almost popped out as he looked at Alex's assets. He had never seen anyone so rich. Maybe not even one-tenth as rich.
"All right, I’d like a card," Alex said before Robert could collect his thoughts.
"Yes, I will see to it right away. Please wait a moment." Robert immediately started to make the necessary arrangements. Within ten minutes, a Supreme Card was produced.
Robert looked at the Supreme Card and thought about Alex's assets. This card wasn’t good enough for Alex’s status, but it was the highest grade of card they were authorized to issue at the New York branch.
Robert presented handed the card over. "Mr Ambrose, your card."
"Thank you." Alex took the card, stood up, and went to walk out of the room.
"Mr Ambrose, please wait." Robert didn't dare to appear to be neglecting such an important customer. He should see him out personally, but the asset checking system on his computer had not been turned off yet, and the fingerprint verification machine, iris recognition apparatus, and other sensitive equipment had not been returned to the safe. The monitoring system in the VIP room was connected to the district manager’s office.
Karen was anxiously waiting in the hall. What's been going on in there for so long? she wondered. Could that brat have murdered Mr Miller in the VIP room?
The more she considered it, the more scared she became. She was on the verge of banging on the door and demanding a response when Alex walked confidently out of the room.
"Stop!" Karen shouted. She walked quickly over toward him and grabbed at his coat. "You can't leave. You broke into the VIP room. Once we confirm that nothing is missing, I will call the police and have them hold you for questioning."
"What are you talking about?" Alex asked. "Let go!"
Karen grappled with him for a while, but she couldn't manage to search his pockets.
What’s wrong with this woman? Alex thought. He wasn’t even arguing with her, but she was manhandling him.
"What is this?" Karen spotted the Supreme Card that was peeking out of Alex's pocket. She quickly pulled it out and looked at him triumphantly, as if she had found evidence of his guilt. "Oh, you stole a card. This is a crime, and I have to call the police."
It didn't even cross her mind that the card could belong to Alex. She imagined he had entered the VIP room, pretending to be there by mistake, and had then distracted Mr Miller with questions and stolen the card when the manager wasn't paying attention.
"Let go!" Alex was sick of this woman.
"Don’t you feel guilty about being a thief?" She was even more determined.
With the two of them creating such a scene, other customers started to walk over toward them, intending to help Karen keep Alex from getting away.
Just then, Robert, who had finished tidying up, strode out of the VIP room.
Having seen Alex's assets, Robert now knew he was the most important customer the New York branch of the bank had ever had. He had also noticed that the system listed Alex's was listed as just one of multiple accounts attached to a family group, labelled 01. If that single account was so lucrative, then what about the rest of the family?
It was rare to meet such important people, so Robert knew he had to be careful to curry favour with Alex. If they got along well, it would be a tremendous success for Robert, and the potential benefits were huge.
So, when saw Karen struggling with Alex, he was enraged. Karen's expression was hostile, and Alex was becoming very angry. Karen was an idiot who was playing with fire, and she might drag Robert himself down with her.
Of all the bank’s many, many customers, why did she need to pick this one to try and remove? A simple flick of Alex’s finger could be enough to end both their careers.
Chapter 3
"Stop!" Robert dashed between Alex and Karen.
Before Alex could speak, Karen waved the Supreme Card in the air. Her eyes flashed with triumph as she said to Robert, "Mr Miller, look! He stole a card from the VIP room!" She smiled at him, her expression a little smug.
Surely, Mr Miller would be happy with her for preventing theft. He had a lot of authority in the eastern district of Metro Sky Bank, and when he had arrived at headquarters, he had seemed impressed with her, so she was hoping for a promotion. Her imagination began to run away with her as she dreamed about her possible future.
Mr Miller's face had always been a little glum, but as she watched, his expression grew darker and darker. Before she could figure out why, she was startled by his explosive roar, leaving her entire body trembling.
"Let go of Mr Ambrose!" As he yelled, Mr Miller knocked the Supreme Card out of her hand, and she was so scared that she let go of Alex. Mr Miller pushed her aside and bent down to pick up the card. "Mr Ambrose, your card. I'm very sorry. I haven't trained Ms Young properly. I do apologize."
Mr Miller's expression showed a mixture of respect, embarrassment, and unease, as the bank's customers looked on in amazement. Karen was stunned.
Could the Supreme Card be his? she wondered.
Her eyes widened. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make sense of it.
If this man had a Supreme Card, then he had at least three million dollars, yet he appeared to only be around twenty years old. A poor, lower-class loser with that much money? No, it was just too unlikely.
"It's not your fault, Mr Miller," Alex assured him, slipping the card back into his pocket.
"Thank you, Mr Ambrose." Robert dipped his head and paused briefly before straightening up and shouting at Karen, "Why are you just standing there? Apologize to Mr Ambrose immediately!"
How could Karen still not understand? Robert thought. The young man standing in front of them was seriously rich and needed to be treated with respect.
Karen immediately bowed her head at Alex. "Mr Ambrose, I'm very sorry for my rude behaviour. I made a mistake, created a fuss over nothing, and put my hands on you. It was my fault, and I will reflect on my behaviour—"
Alex ignored her and walked away.
"Mr Ambrose," Robert called after him. "If you ever need anything, just give me a call, and I'll do my best to help."
Robert was excited by this opportunity. It was rare to meet someone as important as Alex, so he shamelessly tried to charm him.
"Okay, Robert." Alex smiled faintly. Robert had come to his defence, after all.
The use of his first name made Robert feel quite emotional. The wealthiest customers called him by his first name, and now so did this poorly dressed young man, who displayed not even a hint of arrogance.
Alex strode out of the bank and hailed a taxi to take him back to Preston University.
As Alex entered the university building, he accidentally stepped into a puddle, splashing a lot of mud on his legs.
He checked his watch then rushed toward the classroom, where Mr Morgan was already standing at the podium, lecturing. He spotted Alex out of the corner of his eye and a hint of disappointment flashed across his face.
Feeling guilty, Alex lowered his head.
Of all his teachers, Mr Morgan was his favourite. The other teachers tended to ignore Alex because he had no money, and some even openly mocked him. Only Mr Morgan treated him like any other student.
Alex slipped quietly into the classroom, aware that all the students were staring at him, and he could hear them whispering.
"He isn't usually late. Hell must have frozen over."
"Look at his pants! They’re filthy. Doesn’t he have any clean clothes?"
"Are you joking? It’s not like he’d have the money for new ones. It looks like he's just thrown on whatever he could find."
Some of the boys continued to talk, and the girls in the front row covered their mouths with their hands as they joined in. Their eyes flashed with contempt when they looked at Alex.
"Stop talking!" Mr Morgan said loudly. "And pay attention."
Throughout the lecture, Alex noticed that Mr Morgan kept glancing at him, his eyes full of disapproval, as if Alex had failed to live up to his expectations.
Eventually, the lecture was over.
"Class dismissed."
Mr Morgan packed up his textbooks and left.
"Cathy." The voice came from the doorway.
Everyone turned in the direction of the voice and saw Billy walking through the door and going straight to Cathy, who was sitting by the window. She stood and hugged him, both of them were in love
Many of the students turned to stare at Alex. Everyone thought that he was Cathy's boyfriend, and they weren’t aware that she had broken up with him.
Alex watched in disgust. He’d heard that Billy had taken at least five different girls to stay at that hotel. Cathy was just the latest in a long line, and Alex had no intention of fighting for her.
Billy strutted past Alex with his arm around Cathy's shoulder.
"Darling, wait a minute," Cathy said to Billy as she stopped in front of Alex and held out her phone. "Since we've broken up, I don’t want to owe you anything. Here's the phone you bought for me a few weeks ago. You can have it back."
Alex glanced at the Samsung Galaxy phone and then took it.
"Hah, you would have to work part-time for six months to afford one of these!" Cathy took a brand-new phone out of her pocket and showed it to Alex. "This is the latest iPhone, and it’s much better than your phone."
"Of course, it's far too expensive for a loser like him." Billy raised his chin and looked at Alex. "Cathy told me that she kept asking for that phone for six months before you finally bought it for her. Do you think you can pick up a girl so far out of your league? You're just embarrassing yourself, so give up. And I'm warning you now: don't even think about her. If I find out you’ve gone anywhere near her, you'll regret it!"
"Don't waste your breath talking to a loser like him. Can we go to De Luca’s for lunch?" Cathy had already dismissed Alex.
"Call me baby," Billy said, smiling at her.
"Baby, let's go." She flirted with him right in front of Alex.
"Cathy!" A petite girl stood up, glaring at her. "You're taking it all too far. I never thought you'd break up with Alex, and I'm ashamed of you."
"Emma, why do you care?" She scowled. When things had been going well with Alex, she’d been on good terms with Emma, who was a decent person. Sometimes, when Cathy had been fighting with Alex, she had asked Emma’s opinion about who was in the right.
"You gave up Alex for someone like Billy?" Emma asked. "How could you treat Alex like this? When you were sick and couldn't even get out of bed, Alex sent you lunch and dinner every day for a month. And when you were walking in the mountains and twisted your ankle, he carried you on his back for miles down the mountain. Don’t you remember that? You know he doesn't make much money from his part-time jobs, but when you wanted a phone, he worked hard for months to save enough money to buy it for you. And this is how you repay him? By breaking up with him and ridiculing him?"
Cathy scowled. "I never forced him to do anything. If he was stupid enough to go along with it, that's his problem! And so what if he bought me a cell phone? It was only a Samsung. And why would I want a Samsung when I can have an iPhone?"
Emma shook her head. "Cathy, I don’t understand you. Do you only care about money? Will money get you everything you want?"
"Yes!" Cathy barked out a laugh. She stared at Emma and said, "I admit that I like money. Is that so wrong?" She took Billy's arm and said, "Come on, baby, let's go. These two poor people disgust me."
She glared at Alex and Emma and then swept out of the classroom with her head held high.
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2023.06.08 10:17 nofflohnee Where are my fellow supporters of the ending?

Unpopular opinion here, ready to get roasted, but here goes nothing.
Why is everyone constantly complaining about the ending? I mean, yes, it wasn't perfect, but with so many fan theories and possibilities and loose ends before Season 4 B - it's just not possible to please everybody.
Of course you can dislike with how it ended and how it all turned out a bit like 'It was all a dream'. I totally get the lost character development, the missed opportunities, the inconsistencies. I'm sure there could be some alternative endings that would have satisfied more fans.
I watched a YouTube video of the reactions of the cast on the ending of Manifest and I read some comments and they were so positive!! I feel like the negative reactions all compromise on reddit. So here I am, stating my opinion:
I liked the ending.
After finishing the last episode, I was honestly sad that it ended. I could have watched a lot more episodes, even seasons and I felt bad for the show, that it got canceled and everything.
I think we should appreciate this last season more. Imagine not having it, we would be stuck with the last five minutes of the third season - Grace dead, Cal old, Eden with Angelina. This would break my heart.
Just think about how hard it must have been, having to cut ideas for three seasons into one. Of course you don't have time for every last detail (although I'm not saying that it would have been a perfect ending, if there had been the other two seasons).
I'm sad it ended and the ending was fine. Change my mind.
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2023.06.08 10:16 FlazedComics The future of Virtual Tabletops is here. I present to you, Roll4Realism

Attached below is the product of hard work, 5 Code Ninjas classes, and an idea I thought up with my table because we got annoyed that Tabletop Simulator didn't let our characters have idle animations and Roll20 is too complex.
Every donation towards this Kickstarter is going right back into the project. We have big plans for our future. One of the stretch goals is getting your name put as an unavoidable flashing bright red notification every time you turn on your computer. Another one is getting your name printed on our book we plan on releasing detailing the development of this VTT.
Please spend 20 dollars on this I have to buy weed
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2023.06.08 10:15 ucboo I think i messed up big time

Trigger warning: Mentions of suicidal thoughts
I'm 20F and I'm from a very conservative Indian household where I'm not allowed to do most things i wish to do. My dad works abroad and we had been living there and we shifted to India, my mom and i whereas my dad is still working there. I started my bachelor's, living with my mom and it was horrible. I hated this entire time i was here not only because the college sucks but also cause my mom had been terrible with me. We had arguments almost everyday and i never was close with my mom ever.
Back when i was in school i was very depressed and thought of ending my life on several occasions. When i thought i required help and asked my parents, i got slapped by my mom and got religion lectured and 'After all that we have done' shit. Ever since then i never shared anything going on in my life with them and was always distant. And after i shifted to India my relationship with my mom got worse. She started being very controlling of everything i did and very manipulative. Even simple thing like hanging out with my friends, i can't just ask her one time she wants me to keep begging her until she says yes and can rub it in my face that if she didn't allow i couldn't have gone.
This sort of manipulation was persistent, her need of rubbing it in my face that without her i wouldn't be able to do anything. And when i did start doing smth without her permission, she would go insane. For eg. I wanted to stay fit so i started walking without taking her permission, just informing her. She was okay with it for a week and then she started throwing tantrums saying i can't go to walking cause 'Someone will stalk me and kidnap me'. If i didn't mention already, my parents are very overprotective. And i was like that's bullshit i need to hit my target but she physically stopped me by pushing me to the ground and locking the doors. She has raised her hand on me on several occasions.
This is the gist of our relationship, i don't wanna share anything with her and i think i might even hate her. The problem here is now that I've completed my bachelor's i wanna do masters in another city. My sole reason for surviving these three hellish years was being able to move out for higher education, finding a job and being able to support myself. Now that it's finally time to start applying for other colleges, she without my knowledge applied to a college in my current city. I told her I'm not gonna join and I've informed them two years ago that no matter what i can't study here. She has been bugging me for the past month, arguing with me that I need to stay here with her cause no one is with her and she will be alone and that I'm very selfish.
My dad on the other hand has been supportive about me studying elsewhere and has been arranging for it. Now I've been called to attend an interview at a college that's 5 hours away from where I live. My family is such that they wont let me go out alone, let alone travel far. So my mom has to accompany me and she has been saying" i won't do anything for her admission, since you (my dad) is the only one who's supporting this, you do whatever you want with your daughter " and my dad lives abroad. My dad told me that he will arrange smth so i just ignore my mom but today once again she was arguing saying I'm selfish and i don't think of her and my grandma was also fuelling her words by scolding me. And in a fit of anger i said i can't live with you for another two years and now i think this is the worst mistake i did. I should've just kept quite but because i said this i feel like my dad is gonna get angry and not support me as well i fucked up big time man. I did try to apologise to my mom but she's not ready to listen.
I feel so stuck now, i just really wanna get out of here. I've no idea how this is gonna pan out but yeah, any advice on how to fix this situation? Thanks for reading.
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2023.06.08 10:15 Wide-Carpet-6648 You want to know why your videos aren’t doing good? Then read this post.

You want to know why your videos aren’t doing good? Then read this post.
Lots of people in this sub have asked why their videos aren’t doing well, and to combat that I ask: Does your search bar on your content say “find related content”? The reason I ask is is because seeing this is a defining factor on whether or not your video will perform well. If you see “find related content” above your video that means that Tiktok cannot categorize your video, meaning that the algorithm has no idea who to push it out to! To combat this you can: 1. Use better keywords on screen and in the caption to help guide tiktok 2. Use RELEVANT hashtags in the caption
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2023.06.08 10:14 PekoPekoyamasSword I am enraged about my childhood

I feel like a scared child in the body of a teenager, I’m petrified of getting hurt again. For as long as I can remember I have had that awful feeling you get after something bad has happened, everything feels off. I’m scared of disappointing people, I’m scared of angering people, I’m scared of people, I don’t want to get hurt again but I don’t want to close myself off so it feels like I’m stuck in some sort of cruel limbo. I know I’m safer now, I know I’m not around my family (aside from my mum obviously but it’s better to just stay away from her) and people are apparently less harsh but the scared feeling is still there. I feel like if I were to meet child me I would just end up crying or at least having that feeling. I still feel that same racking distress I felt when I was a child, each and every memory of mine is shrouded by it. I’ve always felt like I deserve it, even if I didn’t directly say that it would always cross my mind to stop being a coward, you have no reason to cry as you deserve this. It hurts now and honestly I don’t know whether or not I should believe it because I know it’s a bad mindset to have but it feels like I’m just in denial when I say otherwise. I don’t know how to go about it. It hurts thinking about how even as a child I felt that, I should have been fucking enjoying things, I should have at least felt safe, I’m not saying that I deserved to be treated like royalty but at least to have the bare minimum of what a child should have. I’m devastated that that’s it, that’s my childhood. There is no way to change it, I can’t go back to make memories that I would look at now and smile about, I didn’t get to do things every other child seemed to do, I am furious that nothing can change what has happened. Sure, I’m on high alert incase something bad happens (which is useful but not nice if that makes sense) but it wasn’t worth sacrificing my fucking childhood. No matter how much I tried to please my peers nothing changed, I would always be up at night shaking terrified, having everyone be asleep while I’m the only person awake seemed to further emphasise the fact that if anything bad were to happen I would be alone in the situation, I always felt that but when that were the case it just brought more light to it. That felt worse combined with the overwhelming fear of seemingly nothing, I have no idea what specifically I was scared of, all I know as that I was scared. I hated when it was time to sleep, around most people I felt scared of going to sleep while they were awake incase they decided to harm me in my sleep, I would be completely defenceless and vulnerable. I was also scared of going to sleep while everyone else was asleep, I knew that with everyone asleep there would be no way for anyone to do anything if something bad happened. I know that I myself might not have been able to do much if anything if say someone broke in or a fire started or someone was having medical complications and wasn’t able to get help on their own but at least I would have been able to wake someone up or call for help from the police or something. I never really knew what to do, I would usually just fall asleep when my body would allow me regardless of me being terrified. I always felt scared and wanted to cry but would then feel guilty for being sensitive, I wasn’t fucking sensitive, what I felt was fucking reasonable for a child like that, everywhere I went there was hurt, there was a constant lingering judgement everywhere I went, I never felt safe and was constantly anticipating the worst if not mourning what has already happened. I don’t know where I heard the phrase ‘it’s a world of hurt’ but wherever I heard it it’s fucking true, no matter where you go, what you act like, what you look like, what you like or what you do you’ll always have someone willing to hurt you. Even as a fucking child people want to hurt you. It is sickening, not even as a child could I escape that vile treatment from people. I still feel like I’m there a lot, that’s what I mean when I say that I feel like a child trapped in a teenagers body, I still feel weak, I still feel petrified of getting hurt again, I still feel scared when I accidentally do something wrong or mess up on something, even the smallest mistakes pierce me with an overwhelming fear of being hated or punished, even if I do something like accidentally spilling a small amount of water I have that feeling where you want to cry, I feel so guilty over such stupid things and to be honest I can’t tell when things are reasonable to feel like this over, obviously things like what I’ve just mentioned about spilling water are obvious that it’s stupid to think that some sort of punishment other than a complaint or someone sighing will come from but other stuff is just no. It feels like everything I do warrants punishment. I envy people who don’t feel guilty for showing emotion, I feel so infuriatingly pathetic over this, I long to be comforted when I cry or feel terrified, I hate myself for it. I long for that comfort I never experienced as a child, I would always feel envious when I see people receiving help from others when they feel sad because I never experienced it myself, I’d always have the questions “why am I different”, “what did I do wrong”, “how come people are willing to help you”. I despise how petty it is but I still have that grating feeling about it. Even now I feel it, I feel deeply selfish and angry at myself for it
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2023.06.08 10:14 givehappychemical My mum is trying to get me to leave reddit because she thinks it manipulated me into being a transgender woman.

My mum is trying to get me to leave reddit because she thinks it manipulated me into being a transgender woman.
I have been out to her since I was 15 (I am now 17) and I still haven't transitioned because of her and the family. She thinks I have been manipulated into being trans by people on reddit. I had gender dysphoria and euphoria since before I even knew what trans people were.
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