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2020.09.25 20:55 666taivo I was so deeply depressed I thought I was posessed. I wondered why nobody around me could see it and why nobody would help me. Turns out, nmom knewthe whole time. She did nothing,

cw for mentions of suicide and depression and selfharm
sorry for the wall of text to come. I need to rant, I need to vent. I need to get out. Maybe someone will read this who's gone through the same and know they're not alone.
When I was around 11, I became depressed. So depressed that I essentially stopped talking to anyone. It was enough that schoolmates who I'd known my whole life said they couldn't remember the last time I talked. I was a nerdy, motivated, intelligent, bubbly kid who just became this shell. My marks went from straight as to cs and ds. I thought I was posessed by the devil at one point and would lay awake begging a higher power to fix me and save me. Years of my life became a blur and my only memories from that time came from journals I kept. I really wanted to die.
This whole time, my nmom never seemed to stop yelling at me, calling me a worthless lazy b-tch and a c-nt and wh-re. I wasn't even a bad kid! I was even known for being a goodie twoshoes. Granted, I wasn't doing well in school, I was stoic and unemotional until something triggered me, then I would explode into a ball of tears and hide in my closet. Of course I was, I was so depressed that my only comfort was that I would die one day.
All the time I wondered, how can you not see it? How? Am I just good at hiding it? Is this what a normal person looks like as they grow? How can you not tell I need help? I thought, it was because my nfam comes from a really traditional community in my country and they think mental illness is a myth and "depression isnt real, people make their own happiness" (direct quote from nmom). She would go to lots of walks for anti-suicide and then come home and talk about how the speakers were "whiny" and had "victim complex." I was self harming during this time too. Sometimes she would see me do it and then during arguments she would mock it. Nice.
She took me to a psychologist for maybe two or three sessions when I was 14 (this is when I start getting a few memories back yayay) and I got diagnosed with a learning disability. Which is good, I'd been struggling with this as well. But my nmom was mad that these three sessions didnt *fix* me. I can't remember a day without me getting lectured about how worthless I was until I was maybe.. 17? Some days were worse than others with physical violence or threats to kick me out or humiliation over private things. I just couldn't understand. I was drowning and dying and trying to find a single way to stay alive. I was screaming out for help! Why couldn't you see? Why can't you see that I need help? Why can't you just hug me and tell me that you know I'm not ok and that you're going to get me help?
Luckily at 18 I moved away. Far, far away. I was still struggling with suicidal thoughts for years until... well, about a year ago quite frankly. I got help and the proper medication. My relationship with nmom is distant but there. I don't let her have too much information about my personal life because I really do not trust her with it.
She called a few weeks ago and we were discussing me as a young teenager. And she told me "Yeah. I remember during this time, you were just so sad. You didn't really do anything."
Are you fucking kidding me? You knew the whole time? You knew that I was struggling and you didn't help me? Instead you hit me and screamed at me and told me I was worthless? You put on a face of caring to the outside world and treated me like this behind your own walls? How can you know your daugter is struggling and dying inside, to the point that you can see it, and still want to harm her and mock her for being in so much pain that she would hurt herself physically?
I can't understand. I don't understand. I've been trying to make sense of it and I just can not do it. Every parent makes mistakes. Maybe you leave your kid at footie practise and forget to pick them up. Maybe you accidentally let your peanut allergic kid take a bite of your snickers. You don't see that your kid is struggling with a mental illness and punish them for it! You don't leave them to fucking suffer. You help them. You love them. You assure them that everything is going to be ok, if not now, someday. Certainly not this. Not fucking this.
If you've made it this far, thanks. I'm sorry it's so dark. Thanks for letting me rant about it on a friday night.
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2020.09.25 20:27 ifdestructionwasart6 What is the weirdest thing a schoolmate has said to you?

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2020.09.25 17:49 user3928aKN YA c90s: About a teen girl who contracts monster-itous and at the end she blows up her schoolmates at a house party in a gas explosion and becomes a giant vampire pterodactyll that lives in a tree.

At least that’s how I remember it going. I think she catches the monster-itous from French kissing a boy on the beach. She becomes this monster thing at the end but tries to remember not to eat people despite the impulse. I want to re-read it.
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2020.09.25 07:42 MidnightBallad Two Officer Kevins Accuse Me of Skipping School When I Was A Graduating Senior

Greetings again, Redditors!

An old schoolmate and I caught up yesterday and recounted something I pushed to the back of my memory. So yeah, I got another one for ya. Sorry it's not as humorous as my last one.

This was late spring 2008 in my home state. High school seniors finished classes a week before everyone else. This was also the week before summer vacation. Seniors had to pick up their report cards (no idea why the school didn't mail them) and meet with their counselors if anything else needed wrapping up before graduation.

Being a senior, I had to do the same. Since I didn't have a car at the time, I had to walk the 30-minute walk to school. I was 18 at the time but was often mistaken for younger. Being 5' 3" has that effect on me. I'm a few blocks from school when a police car pulls up. Cop 1 stayed in the car while Cop 2 in the passenger seat got out. A black teen girl cornered by two white cops... Yeah, the media would swallow this whole if it happened today. I'll summarize the exchange as best I can.

Cop 2: "Aren't you supposed to be in school, young lady?"

Me: [shaking like a leaf] "No, officer. I'm a senior and I have to pick up my report card."

Cop 2: "Sure, kid. You know there's penalties for skipping school, right?"

Me: "I do know, but I'm not skipping. I'm done with classes."

Cop 2: "Done with going to them I bet."

I forget what was said after that but the conversation ended with him telling me to get in the cruiser, or I'd be arrested for ditching school. I didn't know how to compose myself in high stress situations, so I went along and prayed I'd live to see the end of the day. They saved me a few blocks getting to my high school. They "escorted" me inside and I was just grateful I didn't wet my pants when I saw their holstered guns.

We reached the front office entrance when God proved his existence by one of my favorite teachers walking by (a kind and cool as hell white man I'll call him Mr. G) and stopping to see what was going on.

Mr. G: "Morning, officers. Uh, OP, it's not like you to get into trouble. What's going on?"

Cop 2: "We caught this one out during school hours. We figured the principal and her parents would love to hear all about it."

Mr. G: [looks at me then back to the cops] "You're mistaken, officers. This girl is part of the graduating class and they have no more classes. She was probably coming to get her last report card."

Me: "I told them that but they don't believe me."

Cop 1: "Well, what were thinking walking around during school hours?"

Me: "I was thinking I wish I had a car so I didn't have to walk in 80-degree weather."

Realizing they were in the wrong, the cops apologized to me and I went with Mr. G to get my report card. He was that really cool teacher everyone should have at least once in high school. He told me in a whisper, "The NWA was right. Fuck the police."

That cheered me right up. He saw I was still shaken and gave me a hug. The cops were still by the door and offered to take me home to make up for their folly. I reluctantly agreed but not before Mr. G got their names before leaving. He also told me to call the school and ask for him as soon as I got home.

I had the cops drop me off at the brick apartments near my house instead of telling them where I actually lived. I went into the lobby and waited until they were long gone before walking the rest of the way home. I sank to the floor in the foyer and just cried. I called the school and told Mr. G I was ok. He was glad to hear it and just ranted on how ridiculous the whole thing was.

I never told my parents about it and only told a few friends. The friend who reminded me of it said that if this had happened today with all the BLM protests, odds of me getting shot dead then and there were insanely high. Part of me disagrees with him because lots of kids in my small town skipped school and only the less than careful ones got caught.

I assume these questions may come up if anyone thought to ask:

"Why did you get in the police cruiser after that?"
I was an awkward timid girl who did poorly with confrontation. But one thing that is still true to this day is that I'm what I like to call a "domino effect" thinker. I thought that if anything happened to me, Mr. G knew the cops' names and faces, not to mention the school's security cameras.

"Why didn't you ask Mr. G for a ride home?"
This happened around 10:30AM and school got out a little before 3. So by the time he was finished for the day, it would be around 5PM. And I didn't want to wait until after school for the bus that two of my bullies rode as they would see how miserable I was and would want to exacerbate that.

"Why didn't you just walk back home?" I was scared, fatigued and nauseous. I just wanted to get home asap and have a breakdown in the shower.

"What happened with those cops?"
To this day I have no idea.
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2020.09.24 23:18 ch-in-go Hospital (1)

Thursday, 5th February 1998
I was 16 years of age.
Today school ended at 12:00, because of the grade conference. I was not afraid of not passing the probationary period, after all I had achieved a grade point average of about 1.5. On the way to the bathroom I had the crucial thought. Mareike. I will visit her now, it shot through my head. I simply have to visit her now, the opportunity is perfect. So I walked resolutely to the S-Bahn stop and looked at the timetable there. Hmmm - Luitpold hospital, line 1. That will be it. So I took the ticket from my wallet, which I had bought especially for the S-Bahn ride to the station on Friday, validated it and got on the train. I sat down quite far in front, right next to me, but on the other side sat a few schoolmates, among them Alfred. He smiled at me a few times during the ride, well, you know how it is. When Alfred grinned at some other people, Ida told him not to do so, but you know thats Alfreds kind of way.
Almost the whole trip I was fascinated by the S-Bahn route map, until finally, shortly before the main station, an elderly, frail woman got on the train and told me with a simple glance that I should get up to clear her place. No problem, so I simply changed my seat. I went on with the S-Bahn station after station, I entered unknown areas of Würzburg. Finally the hoped-for message "next stop Luitpoldkrankenhaus". My heart began to beat - finally I will see it, finally!
So I got off the train, not knowing if I was at the right place or if I was allowed to visit her at all. The day before I had called the clinic, but a woman said she had only been here as an outpatient. But on this day, today, since I had the opportunity to move around freely in Würzburg so early, I simply set off without any ulterior motives. I acted, as I later felt, like I was in a trance. So I walked blindly down the street, through one of the many entrances that lead to the university grounds. Overwhelmed by the size of the clinic, I walked in without a goal. When I realized that I could not possibly find out for myself which of the 20 clinic buildings she was in, I decided to ask the administration.
I was quite confused when nobody was speaking and I only heard amused voices at the lunch table. A woman in her early 40s suddenly called out to me to come around the counter, then she could help me. With the help of a computer she gave me the information I was hoping for about Mareike's whereabouts. Building 6, guard station. Thanked, left the administration building and set out to find this building. On the first notice board, "building 6 - Surgical Polyclinic" was clearly written. So I followed it, but I walked back and forth several times, scoured all the buildings until I finally, annoyed and without planning, followed a path that led to a hospital. There I finally saw the hoped-for sign: "building 6/7". After I got lost several more times, I finally asked the doorman who could show me the way to guard station A.
So I followed him, but I did not find a door with the inscription "guard station" where I should have rung the bell. So again I waited several minutes until a doctor told me that the recovery room was identical to the intensive care unit. So I walked forward with a beating heart and turned left before the stairs. Two bells. I pressed "Doctor's room". No reaction. Then to the other one. A deep, male voice asked me to identify myself. "I'm here to see someone," was my response. After I said who, the person on the other side told me that they would come in. So I opened the first of the two doors that separated the rest of the hospital from the intensive care unit. There I waited with an anxious heart.
After a few seconds a friendly-looking, bearded man appeared in my field of vision and approached the inner door. He opened it and asked me who I was. I replied, "friend" and stammered something that I can no longer remember now. The doctor was very patient and finally managed to get my name out of me. He said that he had to ask Mareike first if she really wanted to see me. Okay, I thought I understood that. After some more anxious seconds he came back with a positive grin and asked me to change a sterile gown, I left my jacket at the wardrobe, I held my bag in my hand after the doctor had put me on it.
With an indescribable feeling I followed this incredibly trustworthy person. How will she feel? How will she react to my visiting her now? At last I will know the reason.
I don't remember who opened the door to her room or if it was already open, I only know that for the first time in my life I had consciously experienced a shock. I had to be in the wrong room. But before I was able to think, this human there shouted a hearty "Hi!!!" at me. I don't remember when I noticed that a nurse was in this room, so I mention this here. I walked towards the bed and reached out my hand to this person and greeted him with a short "Hello".
I just stared at her. Suddenly she said something that I did not understand acoustically, but I interpreted it as "Who are you? Oh God, please no, anything but that, oh God! She must not have forgotten me! Suddenly the nurse who was working around threw in something that corresponded to "Come around, you can talk to her better here".
I unconsciously put my bag down in front of the bed and followed the nurse's instructions without thinking. Walking around the bed, I realized for the first time that it was really her. But her face had changed so radically that I would not have thought it possible. She repeated her question. Now I understood it. "Why are you visiting me?" She seemed to add: "What have I done to deserve a visit? I replied that this was absolutely natural and that it was clear to me from the beginning that I would visit her one day. Her face was terribly swollen, she had great difficulty speaking.
The next thing I noticed was her slow reaction. All at once - I was simply overwhelmed for the first few seconds.
"How did you even get here?" was her next question. I told her that I live here in Würzburg now and go to school there. We continued to talk about how much I like school, and then she wanted to find out what I do on the weekend. "Where do you go on weekends? Booze, I know you." I told her that I'd rather meet with Chris, whereupon she replied: "Oh yeah, drinking with Chris, so to speak."
I thank you, God, was my next thought - she hadn't gotten anything mentally. Thank you! "Who told you?" was her next question. I told her the truth, namely that Sven had called me the day after it happened. I couldn't hold myself back any longer. "But now I want to ask you something," it burst out of me. She looked deep into my eyes. Actually, we just looked at each other the whole time, probably longer than ever before. Now I could not hold it back anymore. The only thing I could ask was, "Why?
"I don't know." I expected everything, but this? Somehow it sounded convincing and I believed her. I just kept staring at her. Suddenly pity came over me, deep, all-embracing pity. If I took her hand, wouldn't she say, "Hey, what are you doing?" Besides, the nurse was still in the room. I asked her, "Is there always someone here with you?" She replied that she was alone most of the time, but that she could always call someone if she wanted to. I had to distract myself, I talked to her about food. "Well, what are you allowed to eat. Everything?" I asked, still dazed, confused and unable to get the situation under control. She replied, "I am not allowed to eat anything. I get everything through this tube," while she pointed to her nose. That sounded logical after I heard it, with a broken jaw it has to be this way.
Suddenly the nurse left the room. Courage flared up inside me. Should I really dare... touch her hand? I had never done that before, in fact, any approach of this kind before her "accident" would have been absolutely unthinkable. Carefully I felt her fingers, and embraced her hand. She responded by inspecting my fingers. She muttered something that sounded as if she was wondering why my fingers seemed to be quite large compared to hers.
I held her hand for several seconds, and suddenly I realized somehow that she could not possibly have reacted with rejection. She simply needed someone to show that he was standing by her. I even went so far as to stroke her hand a little. But what does that mean, "go far". What I did was the most obvious thing in the world, simply giving comfort without words. After a few seconds, I asked her if she had cut her pulse beaters on both sides. She raised both arms as if to show that she preferred this gesture to speaking. I saw that she had cut her pulmonary artery horizontally twice on both sides, four times in all. All sewn up.
So for quite a while I stood by her bed, grabbed her hand, looked at her, and thought that she was beautiful. She was loved for her beautiful character, and I didn't care about her appearance. She said, I can't quite put my finger on it in terms of time, "I'm sorry if I drool, but I can't feel my mouth. I could say nothing but the truth: "Believe me, I don't mind that at all.
She also showed me her legs once, I reacted before she could pull the blanket away, as if I couldn't stand the sight, that was rather rash. But it was not as bad as I thought. Just scars, many scars. I'm not sure if she really noticed that I held her hand for so long, but it was the communication of two bodies, and it helped me a lot to realize that she needs me now.
Suddenly a whole crowd of nurses and doctors rushed in, talking something about "washing" and "examining" and sent me outside the door. Time to think. I like her, more than ever, why, I don't know. She needs contact with people, I want to help her as much as I can. Finally there is a real sense for me to live in Würzburg. I will now visit her as often as possible. I feel that a bond exists, or is developing, between the two of us. A trace of sadness suddenly came up in me, but it would never have been enough to make me cry, but an unhappy, helpless look could not be avoided. After a few minutes the sisters called me back in.
There were a few of these people who simply said everything they thought. "Mareike, why don't you offer your guest a chair?" I had trouble drowning out her screams to tell her that she had already done so. So I put the chair down in front of her bed and sat down. Meanwhile we looked at each other again (as usual). Every now and then she said "Tell me something", to which I could only answer "I'm sorry, but I really don't know anything more". I was sorry, I would have loved to talk about something to distract her a little, but I couldn't.
Then I jokingly told her "By the way, pulse arteries have to be cut lengthwise. She looked at me, I can't say how, but she looked at me. Oh dear, she got it in the wrong neck. I grinned and said to clear my conscience: "That was a joke!" I think that now that she had understood what I wanted, she would have grinned if she had been able to. And finally she added: "Thank you, I will remember!" I still felt a little guilty, though, and so I said, "I'm really glad you didn't catch anything mentally." To this she responded with irony: "Yes, I'm still just as stupid as before."
Actually, it's insane if I write this down now, how much we have talked, or how many impressions I have collected in this short time.
After we had been silent for about a minute, I said again, "Unfortunately I really don't know anything". She replied, and I remember this very fondly: "Never mind." As if she wanted to say that just the fact that I was there was enough.
Several times, by the way, I also said, "We can do that!" To which she reacted quite confidently and even said once: "It's carnival soon." Oh dear, she hasn't quite understood yet that her recovery might take a year or longer. But wait and see.
But finally she said that if I couldn't think of anything else to say, then maybe I could go and come back later. So I got up and said goodbye with a handshake. But suddenly she did something that I did not expect, but which I did not think about at that moment. She raised her arms and stretched them out to me. A basic human gesture: "Hold me tight! Help me! I need you!" I leaned over her and hugged her. Not for long, for two or three seconds at most, but in retrospect this was the absolute proof to me that it was important to visit her. This short embrace said more than a thousand words. She seemed to say: "Thank you for thinking of me" and "Come back soon, I need you!"
About half a year later I will notice that I fell in love with her at that moment.
Totally confused I walked around the bed, picked up my bag, looked back. "Bye!" we both said again, and then I left the room. She had given me a wonderful gift, an incredible and unforgettable memory.
So I walked up to the space in between and took off my gown. Suddenly one of the nurses, the one who had been in Mareike's room at the beginning, came into the space and we talked. I said that although she had changed on the outside, she had remained the same on the inside, and that I thought she had a zest for life again. I also told her that I had never thought of Mareike that she could do such a thing. The nurse didn't really tell me anything new, except that she thinks Mareike is a little stubborn and that the nurses have a hard time getting close to her. So I talked to her for a few minutes, then I left the hospital, then the university campus, and finally I took the streetcar to just outside Königsberger Straße and walked up to the home.
It took me more than two hours to write down these thoughts, it is now four o'clock twenty-seven. But it was worth it!
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2020.09.24 19:25 Anschnallpflicht I don‘t fit in, what can I do?

I know, thats a dumb question. Many people asked that before and the answer is always the same: find likeminded people.
But my problem is: I cant find likeminded people
Im a indian man born in germany to first generation immigrants.
There are only few indian immigrants living in germany.
I cant speak the language of my ancestors and I am not religious in any way, my relatives and the indian communty in germany are religious and can speak indian fluenty.
I cant establish any connection to indians, because their culture is a bit alien and too conservative.
I also happen to be homosexual and thats still a taboo in our circles, so people form the country of my parents arent a good choice for me.
So what can I do?
Befriend with germans? Works better than with indians,(I can befriend them, but not deeply as i wanted to be) but there are still too many differences.
I changed my personality for my schoolmates in order to befriend them, but that took me down on a mental level. I was friends with them, but only superficial and fake. Now I dont wanna change myself, but then i wont find a group to fit in.
What can I do?
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2020.09.24 17:24 FerriteFox Persona: Worldwide (18+ Literate server)

Are you a fan of Persona and Shin Megami Tensei? Did you ever want to solve mysteries and fight monsters with your schoolmates in a strange and hostile world? Then this might just be a server for you!
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Features:
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If you'd like to pay us a visit and be one of the founding members, feel free to drop by! even if you aren't too versed in the world we would love to bring you up to speed!
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2020.09.24 17:22 FerriteFox Persona: Worldwide (18+ Literate server)

Are you a fan of Persona and Shin Megami Tensei? Did you ever want to solve mysteries and fight monsters with your schoolmates in a strange and hostile world? Then this might just be a server for you!
Persona: Worldwide takes our students on trips around the world as they uncover the mysterious dimension known as the "New World", a place of murder and death connected to history across various countries. Join the Voyager Class as they fight, grow, and get closer to the penultimate truth behind this world.
Features:
- Budding new server just waiting for creative minds and eager writers!
- Plenty of open spots!
- In depth character creation!
- Lax server rules, no need to stress here!
- Literate server with writing requirements to maintain quality!
- In game calendar with events!
- Balance your social life with exploration!
- Level Up System for completing events and good roleplay!
If you'd like to pay us a visit and be one of the founding members, feel free to drop by! even if you aren't too versed in the world we would love to bring you up to speed!
https://discord.gg/EKW4wq
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2020.09.24 15:06 bobogamer2 My 15M gf 16F is getting more and more kind to me since the start of this school year. Is it a good or a bad thing?

Hello again, dear reddit. Before starting I will admit that I’m a very socially anxious person. I feel like I have severe social anxiety and overall anxiety. This is affecting me, my mental and physical health and my relationship... This community became my go to place when I feel anxious/worried/paranoid. You can read some of my posts before in my profile. Others I have already deleted because I am disgusted of myself for asking that much and searching the whole internet for such stuff. Since the start of my relationship I have became anxious about everything and there are some things that lead to it. The things I believe led to my social and overall anxiety getting bigger and bigger are that: I lost one of my grandmas to COVID (I think but I’m not exactly sure because in my country there were not confirmed cases yet in February, but her x ray of her lungs is like the ones of other patients suffering from severe COVID cases), also before that my then best friend betrayed me for the second time, then there were a lot of problems in my relationship with gf and with my parents and schoolmates and teachers and society overall... There are a lot of things I was worried about in my relationship but with my gf we always sorted things out and now there are no problems which are not talked about and unsolved. There was a time she was a bit more cold to me and this affected me and my self esteem in various ways, thus I didn’t see the reasons which where other problems in our relationship for which sometimes I was to blame and I would take full responsibility about and mostly because of her strict and overly protective parents who are always scolding her... After a lot of talks she did get more kind and we got to a normal state of our relationship where we were kind to each other and spending quality time together, which was with the knowledge of our different main love languages, hers being quality time and mine being words of affirmation. There were still problems but we sorted things out eventually. Here came the end of the end of the summer break and started school. It was challenging because we were both worried and anxious mainly about COVID. I have dark expectations about the disease and it’s future after the start of school. So with the beginning of all this and me starting 7;30 pm and going home after 1:15pm and her starting 1:20 pm and going home after 7pm it makes a lot of sense that we would be able to see each other only on the weekends. Now when we see each other she is more kind and talkative and positive than ever. I am getting worried what if this is a red flag so I’m asking here. Also when she is at school she rarely texts at breaks and here in my country there are 40 mins school hours and 10 mins break after every hour. Can it mean something or that she is doing something and feeling guilt? I hope people don’t judge me for being such a moron...
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2020.09.24 14:05 Guywithswordz Society Comb Over Effect

edit: fixed a few transitional issues
This is my first attempt at a short story. This is based off a dream I had
Society Comb Over Effect
Anna is a first class citizen. she was born into wealth and luxury. Anna and her family live on a great city ship. City ships are gargantuan spaceships that function as an independent and self sustaining nation. They are governed by the Administration, with the leading council in charge of all affairs. City ships have 3 decks. These decks are where the citizens live. The City Ship decks have a strict class system. The richest, the 1st Class, live on the top deck. They have the best living conditions. They have access to the best food, homes, schools, doctors, and their environment is plentiful and beautiful. 2nd Class citizens live on the 2nd deck. 2nds live in close together housing blocks and work in good conditions. 2nd Class is the processing division. The receive goods from below and process them before distribution. Raw materials and food are prepared and sent to workers. These workers make the furniture, food, clothing, and everyday essentials like soap and parts for the ship. They have access to good and nutritious food, good doctors, good schools, and a good environment. From here though, things get worse.
3rd Class citizens live on the lowest deck. 3rders live in small one room apartments in an industrial complex. 3rd Class are manufacturers. They live and work in factories and make all the goods and material the City Ship needs to function. They have access to tasteless but nutritious food paste, basic doctors, basic clothing, and a basic environment. It’s a harder but more fulfilling life.
There is one final class on the City ship. No class. The poor souls here are not even treated as people. They are enslaved by the Administration and forgotten. The classless are forced to work. Each classless has an obedience collar on them. They also have two cuffs on their wrists. While they work the cuffs are active and force their arms above their heads. These cuffs also ace as transportation to work. At the start of every shift the cuffs latch on to a rail that sends the classless to their destination. They work brutal hours in brutal conditions. They sleep and live in a communal area separated by sex. They have no doctors or clothing. Work never ends. When a worker is not performing optimally their collar gives them motivation in the form of a shock. The pain from the shock is intense and is motivation to get back to work. When one group can physically continue the next group is brought in. What is their work? They are the lifeblood of the ship.
The classless produce. They are the power plants, they are the farmers, they raise the animals. The power plants have the classless produce the electricity for the rest of the ship. The classless are strung up and forced to generate power by stepping on generator platforms. The ship’s fuel is produced by the animals. The classless feed the animals and their waste is turned into viable fuel for the ship. The farmers are forced to grow and harvest engineered crops that grow quickly. The classless spend their entire lives working. Their life expectancy is significantly shorter than the Classed
Now back to Anna in 1st Class. She is in her last year of school, age 18. Anna is a beautiful girl with long red hair and stunning blue eyes. She has a bright future ahead as an architect. She has a big interest in buildings and their designs. Anna is really curious about the lower decks. The 1st Class know there are other decks but not more than that. Anna really wants to explore them. This is strictly forbidden by the City Overseer. Anyone caught crossing between decks faces a strict punishment. It’s less severe for a 1st Class than for a 3rd Class though. On one of her walks Anna found a forgotten passageway between decks. She showed Sophie and both wanted to check it out. Sophie is Anna’s best friend. She has shoulder length brown hair and Green eyes. She is Anna’s age and schoolmate. They both are really excited about the find and plan an expedition to see the lower decks. School vacation begins soon and they plan to spend as much time as possible exploring.
The day of the expedition has finally arrived. Anna and Sophie quickly head to the hidden passage. Both girls are really excited to begin. They go through the passage and see a large door. They open it and descend the stairs on the other side. “ I can’t believe we are doing this!l Sophie excitedly exclaims. “We would be in so much trouble if we’re caught!”. “Nobody ever comes around here” Anna replies. “We will be fine!”. The girls continue down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs is a door. The girls open it and see a hallway. One large door is at the end and another set of stairs is close by. Anna ad Sophie walk to and open the large door.
The door leads them to 2nd Class. Anna and Sophie open it and step through. They see one of the buildings nearby. It is a housing unit. Anna sees that it is a multi family home. She notices that the house isn’t as nice as hers in 1st Class. She looks around at the area. “Compared to our deck... this place looks... dingy. I don’t like how this deck looks”. Both of the girls sneak a little closer. They see that the surrounding area is filled with buildings. There are some trees and parks, but there are a lot less compared to 1st Class. “There are a lot more people here than I thought” Sophie says. “We have to be really careful.”. They continued exploring, eventually walking by a group of school kids playing a game outside. They watch for a while before deciding to return to the stairway. “So,” Sophie says,” do you want to head back?”. “No, let’s continue” Anna says. “I really want to see the lower decks”. They close the large door and continue down.
Anna and Sophie reach the bottom of the stairs. They approach the door that leads into 3rd Class. Anna heads to the door and opens it. The sight on the other side shocks them. The girls see a large industrial complex. There are many factories that surround a tall black tower. It is at least 50 stories tall. Along the side the tower are large machines. They are humming and whirring, making noises that are not known to the girls. “What in the heck are those?!” Anna yells. She starts going toward the devices. Sophie stops her and says “ I don’t think we should be here. That place, It looks horrible!”. They find a hiding spot and observe. A whistle sounds and a large amount of people leave the factories and head to the tower. All of them look exhausted and covered in dirt and grime. Anna and Sophie watch in horror as the shambling mass walks by. “My God!” Anna says “what has happened to all of them?”. Sophie says “Coming here was a mistake. We need to get out of here! I want to go home!”. “You’re right, we need to leave.” Anna replies. They start to head back to the door. However, a monitoring droid spots them. An alert is sent to the monitoring facility, and an agent is dispatched.
Anna and Sophia are almost back at the door when a strange noise erupts near them. A mechanical orb flies towards them. “RUN!” Yells Anna. The girls try to meet to the doorway but the orb is faster. It catches up and launches restraint cables at the girls. Both are quickly ensnared. The orb brings them to the monitoring facility. They are taken inside and put in a small cell with their wrists cuffed. “What is going to happen to us, Anna?”. “I don’t know, Sophie. I don’t know”. One hour later an administrator comes to talk to the girls.
“What do we have here? Two deck jumpers, eh?”. “No!”. Anna says “ we just wanted to explore the lower decks!”. Sophie is too scared to talk. “This is a serious violation of the law. You girls are in a lot of trouble. Serious trouble. The Administration will hold a tribunal tomorrow to decide your punishment.”. He leaves, saying “This is going to be an interesting case”. Anna and Sophie huddle together in the cell and try to sleep.
In the morning they are taken from the cell into an audience chamber. The 5 members of the Administration appear as holograms. The attendant reads the case to them and the deliberations begin. After a few minutes the lead Administrator speaks. “We have decided your punishment. You both will be stripped of your Class”. “What?! No!” Anna yells. Sophie falls down in shock. “Take these Classless scum away” says the lead Administrator.
Just a quick aside, Anna’s and Sophie’s story gets pretty brutal past here.
Anna and Sophie are taken to an elevator. It goes far into the depths of the ship. Anna and Sophie are send to the intake center. A collar is placed around their necks and shackles are strapped on their wrists. They are hooked onto an overhead line by their shackles. They are pulled forward. At the first stop their clothing is removed. Their legs are forcible spread apart, and several devices with tubes are inserted in them. The devices are inserted into their mouths, urethras, vaginas, and rectums. These devices connect to other tubes to accommodate the body’s needs. The oral device connects to nutrients and water, the rectal tube allows for removal of fecal matter, the urethra tube constantly removes urine, and the vaginal tube is for breeding and periods. All of the body’s wastes is collected and disposed. Anna and Sophie yelp as the devices are inserted and they are sent down the line. They arrive at a three way divide on the line. Anna is sent to the right to work in the power plant and Sophie is sent down the left.
Anna arrives at the power plant. At the end of the rail a there is a many armed machine. It is a grey cube with many appendages jutting out. The machine grabs onto her shackles and directs her to a vacant platform. The machine puts her into place and raises the shackles above her head. The platform has two pedals that have to be stepped on to move. The movement generates the electrical power the ship needs. Anna stands still, and tries to say “I will not be forced to do this” but the device in her mouth prevents speaking. The machine says to get moving or you will be disciplined. Anna looks at it defiantly. She suddenly feels tremendous pain radiate all over her body. This is the effect of the collar, all disobedient Classless will be disciplined. She screams out in pain and falls limp, suspended by her shackles. “Get to work” the machine says. Anna begins to move the pedals. They are stiff and require a lot of effort to move. Hours pass and an exhausted Anna is still moving the pedals. She falls unconscious and is awoken by another shock. This is her life now. A living Hell of emending labor. After her work she is brought to the sleeping area and immediately falls unconscious.
Sophie was sent to the breeding facility. She is artificially impregnated so another classless will be born. This is how the City ship has a continual supply of slaves. After being impregnated Sophie is sent to work in the agricultural section. She has to pick genetically modified crops that grow at a fast pace. This food is send above to 2nd Class for processing. The food will be divided between 1st and 2nd Class.
Days, weeks, months and years pass. Anna still toils in the power plant. Her interest in architecture means nothing. Her once leisurely and luxurious life means nothing. Her mind means nothing. All she does is work. From the years of enslavement her legs have gotten strong. She can work long hours before tiring. She is a slave and will always be a slave.
Sophie has birthed child after child. Classless babies spend a small amount of time with their mothers before being taken away. They are raised to be slaves. Their communication skills are non existent. They can understand some words, but they cannot speak. All of the classless are forgotten. Their existence is unknown to the Classed. The 1st Class still live in luxury. The 2nd Class still live good lives. The 3rd Class still live fulfilling lives. The City ship functions normally.
Anna and Sophie spend the rest of their lives as classless. They grow older and eventually die. Their bodies are jettisoned into the vacuum of space. Anna and Sophie spent the rest of their lives never seeing one another again.
Society lives on. The stories of Anna and Sophie are fictional, however real people are still treated little better than slaves. Children work in sweatshops for very little pay. People in China make a lot of our daily needs and relieve little pay. As long as first world countries get the products they want all is right in the world. Wether it’s a fancy gadget or brand name clothing, as long as the first class gets what they want everything is great. Nothing else matters. This, dear reader, is what I call the Society Comb Over Effect. We in the first world are more than willing to overlook the suffering of others as long as we gain the fruits of their labors. We comb over their toil, not unlike how someone combs over a bald head, and pretend that the exploitation isn’t happening. While conditions may not be as bad as the classless, people are still being exploited
Written by Bobby Sliko
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2020.09.24 08:38 Xrnal Am I not putting myself out there enough?

Ive been silent from my personal insta whom I follow my former schoolmates on since March! My insta account is practically dead and hasn’t shared a post or a story since March, therefore my phones REALLY dry...Could this be a reason why I don’t have any friends or im losing friends from my school (specifically my school district)?
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2020.09.24 08:37 Xrnal Am I not putting myself out there enough?

Ive been silent from my personal insta whom I follow my former schoolmates on since March! My insta account is practically dead and hasn’t shared a post or a story since March, therefore my phones REALLY dry...Could this be a reason why I don’t have any friends or im losing friends from my school (specifically my school district)?
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2020.09.24 08:31 Xrnal Am I not putting myself out there enough?

Ive been silent from my personal insta whom I follow my former schoolmates on since March! My insta account is practically dead and hasn’t shared a post or a story since March! Could this be a reason why I don’t have any friends or im losing friends from my school (specifically my school district)?
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2020.09.24 07:27 McScaryChicken Those Masks You Wear, Make sure They're Not Alive

I only have 2 hours to write this, they're onto me, they know, they know I saw, they know I know. I'm so scared, I'm so alone, my friends, family, neighbors, heck my schoolmates, all dead. where the hell do i even start? its all so fuzzy, too much blood. too much anger and sadness. it all started with that goddamn virus, Corona virus, I'll tell my story, it needs to be heard. And NEVER wear a mask under any condition. it started on [redacted date] on my first day of school, highschool grade twelve, my first day of school, but ironically my last year. the corona virus had gone on for a couple of years now, the first vaccines had failed, and were still being made. and well life continued, i had gone to summer break about three months early, it was all a blur and before i knew, I was walking to school. as i approached the looming school, i felt the anxiety rise, all the days spent alone, walking around the school and listening to music, the memories rushed back to me. I had some friends, but I thought of myself as a selfish leech, and stayed away. i walked into my class, this year i had taken Japanese, as i had last year, my parents always told me to know another language, it looks good on the resume or something. I was surprised to see four acquaintances I knew. first, Kite, he was a cool guy, really smart, I had known him for about a year now, getting help from him on words I didn't know. second, Mike, if you were imagining kite to be smart, Mike was about ten times smarter, i remember in about grade eight he was sent to a different math class because ours was not as advanced. i had known him for about nine or ten years now, since kindergarten. and lastly, Paul, i had known Paul for 2 years now, Paul was a funny guy, always telling memes and i doing the same, although he never paid attention in class. and lastly me, my name is Brick, Brick Dunham, a very unique name, one chosen by my father, a very hardworking man, although i had been told my mother protested, my father was a very stubborn man. Anyway, I walked into class and made my greetings, and I decided to do so in Japanese. ohayo gozaimasu, or goodmorning, as my friends called the same back. The day was boring, I'll spare you the details, but the important thing is i had got through school, and invited Mike over to hang out. Me and Mike walked home from school, wearing our masks because it was law, no mask is a fine, then a bigger fine, and so on. Me and Mike talked about many things, the games we played, the things we saw online, the new things we had, oh i wish i was that happy now. My home was considered a nice home, three floors. Of course I lived in the smallest room, and the hottest, and my pet bearded dragon Hoodini made it no better. When Mike walked in my room he immediately stated "do you live in a sauna?" and i replied "i don't know man, always been this way." We played games for hours, he destroyed me in Splatoon and he had no chance in Mortal Kombat, he would always ask how i got good at it, and i would always answer "with practice" and he would answer "ok boomer" and we would laugh. he eventually left, although it was Friday, and the last day of school before the weekend, ironic since it was the first day of school, He left because I had Sun, the literal sun in my life. Sun was my girlfriend of 3 years, we loved each other so much, we almost did everything together, until tonight. Sun had knocked on my door that night, but my father had opened the door, much to her surprise. "Hello sun, you here to see Brick?" he had answered in a tired voice. "Yes, may i come in?" she had always had good manners, she had seemed so perfect, so precious and valuable. i was surprised to hear a knock on my door, and the soft tone of suns voice. "Brick, I'm here" I slowly opened the door and replied "Brick who?" she giggled, "you silly" she replied. she walked in and flopped on my bed, looking at me excitedly, "well?" she said, "what are we doing?" "loving you" i had replied, hoping to gain brownie points with her. "your so sweet, i love you.'' We both stared deeply at each other, her lying on my bed and me standing in the doorway. I closed the door and approached her, sitting on my bed. now i know you know what happens next, but that moment was my last happy one, and that's not the point of this story After we settled down into bed, laying next to each other, we talked for a while, before drifting off. I don't know when it was, but later that night, I was awoken to muffled yelling, almost not audible, coming from Sun. I looked over and to my horror, a creature had latched onto her face, and was doing something. it looked like a turtle shell, but no turtle, it had fifteen legs sprung out from its shell and had four very long tails, each wrapped around her arms and legs, restraining her. i immediately got up and tried to remove it, grabbing it, punching, tearing at it, my fingers bleeding at nails coming off, but nothing worked. I eventually went upstairs and grabbed a knife, and looked for my parents, but I remembered it was their anniversary, and went for dinner. I felt chills run up my spine, as I heard a soft moan behind me. i turned and puked on the floor, Sun was standing there, but her stomach.. her stomach was bulging like it had eggs in it. I looked at her, puke on the ground and my face. "Sun?" but there was no reply, just a lunge. she grabbed at me, making noises like clicking and moaning, and at that point I snapped. I plunged the knife in her, once, twice, three times, four, five, ten, one hundred, I lost count eventually. she looked like she came in a blender, her boned in odd places, her eye sockets had blood pouring out, her stomach had green and yellow goo dripping out. I took one last look at her, and ran into my room, hoping to kill the creature in my rage. and on the bed lies a face mask, I stopped and curiously stared at it, intrigued as to how it was there. when suddenly, little legs poked out of it, and i immediately stabbed it, instantly killing it. yellow goo slowly made its way down the mask, and settled inside the little curve on the mask. i went upstairs, not knowing what had just happened, dazed and confused about the situation. i started to clean, picking up her gooey body, and putting it into a bag, and putting it into the back of my parents second car. I drove to the nearest river, and sat and cried for some time, I punched a tree stump, resulting in a fractured finger, and more anger. I finally threw the body into the river, and drove home. After that day, everyone acted.. differently, all looking at me strangely and whispering, and I found out why. I happened upon my mother doing the same thing the creature did to my father, when I had looked into their open bedroom door. i immediately tiptoed into the kitchen and made it look like i was up for a midnight snack, my mother not knowing i saw, closed the door completely. After that, I packed up some stuff and ran, ran as fast and far as I could, and found the place I'm in now, and abandoned shack in the woods. I haven't had sleep in five days, I can hear their moaning and clicking getting close, and the voices are getting louder, more angry. The amount of sleep I've had has clearly affected my mental state, but the voices get louder every night, the sleep deprivation, the moaning, i don't know if i can take this much longer. I finally did it, I ran, and ran. I ran till my legs gave in, I got back up and kept running till the next town over. I stopped at the gas station and very quietly stole some food and water. Unfortunately, the clerk caught me and asked what are you doing? It only took one look at me for him to realize the situation, my pale face, the bags under my eyes, the way I drooled at the food. He told me to take more and go, just to not mention it to anyone, and turned an eye to me. I spent the night in the gas station, after the clerk found me sitting outside the store, he said to sleep in a certain corner and not to move, as the cameras had barely missed that corner, I nodded. I woke up in the middle of the night to something in the store moving, I started to shake, and started to sweat. I started to silently cry, i asked why this was happening, i still don't know why anything is happening, I'm just so tired. Turns out it was just a small rodent, I watched quietly as it scoured the shelfs, looking for something to eat. I looked at it jealousy, looking at the Twinkie it had discovered, it looking at it hungerly, i thought of it in almost the same situation as I'm in. I woke up to the clerk tapping me,” wake up” he said, “I think your parents are here for you.” I immediately went even more pale, and he noticed “what's wrong?” he asked, i stumbled quietly “t-they are the r-reason I ran a-away, you d-don't want to know” he nodded and said “I'll go keep them busy for 5 minutes, you run into the forest behind the station” i thanked him and went. As I was running for the forest, I remember the screaming, the loud snap, and the moaning turned into screams of delight. I ran even faster. I made it to another shack in the forest, this one more hidden, more out of the way. I had to climb a small mountain to get to this one, but in doing so I had injured myself, I had fallen down and broken one of my arms. I had climbed the rest of the mountain uneventfully, and reached the cabin, although this one was lived in. i reached the door and went to open it, and I suddenly had a double barrel shotgun in my face, and was asked “who are you?” in a very gruff voice. I only had been able to utter “help” as it all faded to black. I woke up in a bed, a very comfortable bed. I looked over to my left to see the man sitting in a chair, he was very big, probably 6’7 and 250 pounds, and he looked at me and said, I made you some chicken soup, it will help you sickness, you have a bad fever. I took the next three minutes to quickly slurp down the soup, and thank him each bite, to which he always answered “no problem” in that gruff voice. After I had finished, he said, I'll go get you some water, than I can talk to you properly. As he walked away, he came back with a glass of water, and a big dog, “this is Gord, he is my guard dog and best friend, feel free to pet him while telling your story to me and your parents” “parents?” I replied, the next thing i heard in the room to my right was “Hi sweetie, long time no see” from my mother.
P.S if this story is actually picked, this is my first time writing a story!! So sorry if its not good or doesn't meet anyone's expectations, and sorry for any spelling mistakes, also my grammar is not that good, I did spell check the story, I guess I'm just a little anxious about this.
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2020.09.23 23:20 InDaysOfYore Feeling uncomfortable for being included in “girls’ club”

So... thanks to online school, some of my schoolmates just heard my voice for the first time today, three weeks into the new semester. A few were shocked coz they thought I was a guy, and immediately invited me into their girls’ group chat (I didn’t know it existed before!). Well, I can’t really say no, since that would be weird, but I still feel uncomfortable. I know it sounds like I’m crazy.
Although I don’t have a strong male gender identity either, casually I still prefer being “one of the guys” in social settings. Anyone can relate?
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2020.09.23 23:12 JakeHaydes I just finished Normal People

What a beautifully written and observed story. It connected with me on so many different levels. I wrote a little stream of consciousness review to get a few of my thoughts on it in order and to use as a springboard if anyone wants to talk about it:
'Sally Rooney's 2018 romantic coming-of-age drama follows two lovers from the beginning of their relationship to what could be considered the end. Connell Waldron's story is in large part one of coping with anxiety. Particularly in college, during the book's first handful of chapters, Connell is near-crippled by other's opinions of him, an affliction that causes him to sacrifice not only his own happiness but that of the people around him. It takes Connell much of the book to become comfortable with his effect on the world around him, an internal struggle that is set up with a quiet elegance at the end of the novel's first chapter with the line 'He stares out the windshield and pretends not to see'. Whether or not he does this out of genuine ignorance on his effects on other people or because choosing to ignore those effects is more convenient, it is clear that he makes a conscious effort to nullify himself: he speaks in non-committal mumblings and the sparse writing style creates the impression that eye contact from him is rare. It is no wonder that Marianne Sheridan, whose mother employs Connell's as a cleaner, sees him as a mystery. Marianne 's affliction is the opposite to Connell's: where he cares so much about other's opinions of him so that he doesn't have to form his own, Marianne is at times despised and at others admired by her schoolmates, and neither reactions have much effect on her. All that matters is how she sees herself. And she hates herself. It is clear the words of her brother (and likely her late father) have echoed through her mind so long she's forgotten their points of origin; that she is disgusting, worthless, a freak, high-and-mighty, nasty, spoilt, unsociable, perverted. Marianne may not truly believe these things, but they hang over her all through her formative years. These issues impede Marianne and Connell's relationship time and time again - Connell keeps his relationship with Marianne a secret and leaves her at university because he's too afraid to ask to live with her, both damaging her self-esteem. Marianne chooses men she doesn't respect and allows them to disrespect her, her poor self-image allowing her nothing more, thus keeping Connell at arms length.
Their undying attraction is strong enough to survive these roadblocks, however, and the two allow each-other to grow into far healthier, more self-assured people. By the book's end, Connell is displaying more confidence than ever, and Marianne has rid herself of her chronic loneliness so effectively that she can encourage Connell to take his own path in life, comfortable knowing that the person she's become is as much Connell as it is her, and vice-versa, and they'll be together forever within one another, regardless of physical distance.
Class plays a large role throughout the novel, Rooney observing it's influence with a keen eye. Connell's working-class background contributing to his anxiety and Marianne's affluence masking a coldly abusive family. While mention is made of Connell's material deprivation, the effects of class are shown more subtly on an emotional level. A small moment early in the novel features Connell's mother asking if he'd threatened Marianne to keep quiet about their relationship, the kind of question that could only have come from a woman with heavy experience of violent men in and out of prison rather than Connell's timid, sensitive personality. This kind of accusation, possibly repeated in different shapes and forms throughout his childhood, may have contributed to Connell's fear of his effect on the world, of his power over Marianne.
Rooney's writing style is short and blunt, reminiscent of the work of Cormac McCarthy, an influence made clear in the lack of speech marks to delineate dialogue. As a result the story has a sense of urgency that propels the reader and heightens the emotion by allowing the reader to fill in the blanks. Every now and then Rooney will uncharacteristically over-describe or clarify an action in a way that breaks the novel's otherwise flowing sense of confidence, but these moments are few and far between and hardly dampen the experience. The emotional subtext laden in every interaction is so potent and relatable that only a few lines of description are needed to completely immerse the reader in the moment. The aforementioned lack of speech marks also contributes to the piece's overall message: that no one can ever be independent of other people, so why not give up the attempt and go running in the other direction?'
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2020.09.23 22:42 pancakemuffin6 Cringe childish friend

I cringe every time I am with my friend (who is also my roommate and schoolmate) because of her weird behavior that I consider childish. What do I do? She clearly thinks she is cool but when i am with her I can’t believe someone would find it I don’t know - cool?
Its just the certain words or phrases she says in a childish way or the weird kinks that last few months when she is saying for example some short phrase after everything she says.
It is extremely cringe and I can’t even go out with her without cringing all the time what should i do?
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2020.09.23 18:46 bobogamer2 My 15M gf 16F is getting more and more kind to me since the start of this school year. Is it a good or a bad thing?

Hello again, dear reddit. Before starting I will admit that I’m a very socially anxious person. I feel like I have severe social anxiety and overall anxiety. This is affecting me, my mental and physical health and my relationship... This community became my go to place when I feel anxious/worried/paranoid. You can read some of my posts before in my profile. Others I have already deleted because I am disgusted of myself for asking that much and searching the whole internet for such stuff. Since the start of my relationship I have became anxious about everything and there are some things that lead to it. The things I believe led to my social and overall anxiety getting bigger and bigger are that: I lost one of my grandmas to COVID (I think but I’m not exactly sure because in my country there were not confirmed cases yet in February, but her x ray of her lungs is like the ones of other patients suffering from severe COVID cases), also before that my then best friend betrayed me for the second time, then there were a lot of problems in my relationship with gf and with my parents and schoolmates and teachers and society overall... There are a lot of things I was worried about in my relationship but with my gf we always sorted things out and now there are no problems which are not talked about and unsolved. There was a time she was a bit more cold to me and this affected me and my self esteem in various ways, thus I didn’t see the reasons which where other problems in our relationship for which sometimes I was to blame and I would take full responsibility about and mostly because of her strict and overly protective parents who are always scolding her... After a lot of talks she did get more kind and we got to a normal state of our relationship where we were kind to each other and spending quality time together, which was with the knowledge of our different main love languages, hers being quality time and mine being words of affirmation. There were still problems but we sorted things out eventually. Here came the end of the end of the summer break and started school. It was challenging because we were both worried and anxious mainly about COVID. I have dark expectations about the disease and it’s future after the start of school. So with the beginning of all this and me starting 7;30 pm and going home after 1:15pm and her starting 1:20 pm and going home after 7pm it makes a lot of sense that we would be able to see each other only on the weekends. Now when we see each other she is more kind and talkative and positive than ever. I am getting worried what if this is a red flag so I’m asking here. Can it mean something or that she is doing something and feeling guilt? I hope people don’t judge me for being such a moron...
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2020.09.23 14:05 beacabi Confronted my schoolmates about their mental illness and getting diagnosed, as someone self-diagnosed with anxiety

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2020.09.23 11:09 Glioblastoma21 [O Levels] Notes and Tips for English Paper 1 and 2

Editing

Visual Text
The repetition of the word/phrase emphasizes that ___
The use of the word "now" invokes a sense of urgency in readers, so that they will quickly ___
The use of pronouns (you/your) invokes a sense of responsibility and personal involvement in readers, so that they will be willing to ___
The use of shocking fact/statistic invokes (sympathy, guilt, excitement, other emotions) in readers, so that they will be more willing to ___
Message of the text could be "Education is important for children", for which the corresponding purpose would be "To convince parents to enroll their children in schools"
The image shows ____ , emphasizing that ___
Think : what group of readers can do something to achieve the purpose of the text?

Compre Section B
["quote phrase" suggests that ] x 3 or x 2, depending on whether it is 3 or 2 marks
One would expect "word/phrase" to mean ____ , but in this case, it is described as "contrasting word/phrase in the same para or sentence".
It is effective as it emphasizes that ... (writer's emotion, personality, thought etc can be anything really)

Compre Section C
ONLY PICK POINTS, NOT EXPLANATIONS
Answer in your own words : paraphrase verbs (actions) and adjectives (pretty, ugly) , DO NOT CHANGE NOUNS (jobs, names)
Link points together with conjunctions : however, moreover, additionally, and, furthermore, apart from
IF U CANT PARAPHRASE ANY WORD, JUST CHANGE THE SENTENCE STRUCTURE AND USE CONJUNCTIONS
for example, if my points are : "Alcohol gets you lit boiiii", "alcohol helps you meet your dead relatives" and "drinking alcohol will make you a turbo virgin", i will rewrite it as :
"Apart from getting you lit, consuming alcohol will enable you to encounter your deceased relatives and turn you into a Republican."
REMEMBER TO WRITE THE FINAL WORD COUNT IN THE BOX ON THE NEXT PAGE! FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN DEDUCTION OF 1 MARK

Situational Writing

Continuous Writing
Para 1 :
hook - statistic, interesting fact, real or fake quote that is relevant
background info in today's society, people tend to ....
Thesis statement i think that ___, to a large extent
Para 2, 3, 4 are body paragraphs, each para 1 point
Conclusion : overall view + possible solution + outcome to solution

Para 1 :
hook - statistic, interesting fact, real or fake quote that is relevant
background info in today's society, people tend to ....
Thesis statement__ can be a double-edged sword, as it has its benefits and flaws
Para 2, 3 are body paragraphs for pros
Para 4,5 are body paragraphs for cons
Conclusion : overall view + solution to mitigate cons + outcome to solution

Jiayou for Os guys! don't burn out while studying k??
I take bio, chem, phys, a math, e math, ss, elect history and pure geog. If yall have any questions for these subjects, feel free to ask me. (physics weak tho)
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2020.09.23 09:10 snooklepookle_ A small appreciation post for the hvm in my life

I just posted a rant and sometimes the hvm posts here really give me a bit of much needed hope.
My little brother has a girlfriend for the very first time at 24, and it absolutely warms my heart to see how far he's come.
He was caught watching porn as a teen and it was fascinating to see how he reacted to it. He didn't get angry, or make excuses or blame it on puberty. I remember we had a talk about it and he just said it really shook him how he was starting down this slippery slope of absolute degradation and it was a dark path. Since his teens he's NEVER had any respect for boys who would objectify women, and was always highly uncomfortable being in situations where other boys ogled women or made "locker room talk". Boys made fun of him and would accuse him of being gay, but he NEVER gave into the pressure in order to prove any kind of masculinity.
I had a (ex)boyfriend over at my house at one time and he stated he didn't find Eva Mendes pretty at all (like wtf does it matter, who asked you?). I was incredulous, and turned to my brother and asked if he thought eva mendes was pretty. He just stated simply "All women have beauty, and we do not talk about them that way". This is a friggin TEENAGER talking like this.
He wasn't always like this and he chalks up his views on women to a trip he took in his early teens to stay with our older cousins over the summer. Our cousins were very into partying and drinking, and my brother was put in a lot of awkward situations where he was stuck alone at parties with much older teens who ignored him or pressured him to underage drink. There was a girl in my cousin's friend group who took notice of this, and she started hanging out with my brother that whole summer. She'd get him out of situations where he wasn't feeling okay, drive him home safely when my cousins were too drunk to do so, and if he was feeling left out on the trip she'd always show up to take him out to ice cream or go do something fun like a theme park or zoo.
After the trip he was so excited to tell his friends and schoolmates back home about this new friend he made over the summer and the whole experience. He'd show them the fun photobooth photos he took with her and his friends' first reactions? "Wow she's fat".
I think since then my brother really understood how women were viewed in this world. He met this amazingly generous young woman who took care of him like he was her own little brother, and at the end of that story all she was seen for was her looks.
The way he talks about his new girlfriend is SO kind, he's so proud of her and her accomplishments. He talks about how they've liked each other for a while but he didn't feel right asking her out until he felt better in his job search because he's determined to be a provider. He told me her name and I mentioned it's the same name as a candy and he got so excited, saying he had to look it up and buy her some because he knew she'd find it funny. He gets her flowers every week. I jokingly asked him if I should join church and find someone like he did, and he immediately said "a lot of guys hide behind God to get away with things, you have to be very careful".
We grew up with an extremely LVM father and despite all these influences, my lil brother has somehow come out of it with a HV heart of gold. He's got his mistakes but he's such a good kid, and he's never made excuses for himself. Sorry for the ramble, but if my little brother knew better as a teen there is NO EXCUSE for any of these lvm out there!
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2020.09.22 21:00 TheKeating5 Cryng about a sorry letter of a wrecked heart at 2am

He sent an email just now. I don’t know what to feel. I just wanted to hug him. But he’s over 11,600 km away from me. I’m sorry. I wish I know, Michael.
[Long Email Content]

It was a saturday night nung nag-celebrate ng debut ang friend natin.
I was with you, your bestfriend, and my bestfriend Dio. We're both shocked nang nalaman natin that they're in a pseudo relationship. That party ended at around quarter to two in the morning. Habang ihahatid ka na namin sa bahay mo, hindi sinasadyang mabanggit ni Dio ang offer sakanya ng isang university sa US. Nagalit si Kathleen, bakit hindi niya daw 'to alam. Sa malawak na kalye ng Taft, nag-walk out ang bestfriend mo, at hinabol naman siya ni Dio. Naiwan tayong dalawa sa loob ng kotse, silently starring at them outside.
Habang pinagmamasdan natin sila, bigla kang nagsalita.
"Anong kayang feeling ng secret lovers?" Medyo nagulat ako sa sinabi mo. And I know naman that you still don't have any idea because you've never been in a relationship at all. At taga-share ka lang ng kilig sa mga couple friends natin.
"Gusto mong i-try?" sagot ko naman. Pero wala akong idea bakit ko yun nasabi. Nabigla ata ako. I was thinking out loud na pala. Pero, hindi mo agad na-gets yung sinabi ko. Kumunot ang noo mo dahil sa pagtataka.
"Gusto mo bang tayo rin? Pero secret lang......hindi lang natin ipapaalam kahit kanino." Pero wala parin akong nakuhang sagot galing sayo. I held your hand pero hindi ka pa rin makapag-react. Tinititigan mo lang ako. Walang ni-anong salita ang nanggaling sayo.
Lumipas ang mga araw, masasabi ko na masaya ako. Masaya ako kapag kasama kita. Kilala na kita since high school, we're schoolmates remember? Ikaw yung tipong medyo invisible pa dati, until you came-out in your shell. Unti-unti kanang nakikilala dahil sa ang galing mong mag-laro ng archery. Medyo nahihiya pa akong i-approach kita dati, baka masabihan mo ako ng feeling close. You're cute. Charming. Lalo na ang gray eyes mo. You keep on smiling kaya kita napapansin dati pa. At matagal na kitang kilala. I just keep on starring you... . from afar.
Walang nakaka-alam that we're on a relationship. Even my friends or my twin sister. Alam lang nila we're just schoolmates dati, close friends, or minsan, classmates tayo sa ilang subjects.
Minsan, tuwing lunch natatawa nalang ako kapag sinasabi mong "uuwi ako" . Kakaripas ka agad ng takbo, ako naman ang dami ko pang excuse na gagawin. Minsan sinasabi ko nalang sakanila that pinapauwi ako ng dad ko or may kukunin ako sa bahay. Minsan iba yung dinadaanan ko at dumadaan pa ako sa kabilang building pa ko para lang hindi sila makahalata. Minsan din dadaan pa ako sa soccer field bago ako pumunta sa parking lot para mag-kita tayo.
Being in this relationship was so hard. Not in a way where in, we're both guys or what. It's just kailangan mainggat, kailangan wala silang alam. One time pumunta tayo sa isang bilyaran kasama natin ang barkada, kasama mo sa isang sulok yung ibang mga kaibigan natin habang ako naka-upo lang sa upuan at nag-tetext. Ikaw yung ka text ko nun diba? Nagpapa-turo ka kung pano mag-bilyar. Tawang-tawa pa nga tayo kung pano kung turuan kita, ano kayang magiging reaction nila. Pero habang nagta-type ako, lumapit sa akin yung isa nating kasama na babae, nag-papaturo kung paano mag-bilyar. Ayaw ko naman na maging mukhang bastos kaya pumayag nalang ako. Hindi ko namalayang nakatingin ka pala sa amin. Hindi ko napansin at naisip na makikita mo kami. Alam kong medyo iba yung galaw nung babae, minsan sinasadya niyang idikit yung boobs niya sa braso ko pero hindi ko nalang pinansin yun. And then, the next thing I knew, wala ka na sa bilyaran. Inikot ko ang mga mata ko sa paligid pero ni-anino mo hindi ko makita.
Panay ang text ko sayo. Pero hindi ka man lang nag-reply. Ang tanga at gago ko. Bakit hindi man lang sumagi sa isip ko na magagalit ka. Magseselos. I dialed your number pero nakapatay yung phone mo. Alam kong galit ka. Pero paano ako makakapag-explain kung ayaw mo akong kausapin?
Nakaupo lang ako sa isang gilid, naghihintay ng reply mo pero biglang bumukas ang pinto at niluwa ka nito. Gustong-gusto kitang lapitan at kausapin pero bawal, makahalata sila.
Pero bakit parang the emotions are real na? May gusto na ba ako sayo?
The next thing I knew, I was inevitably falling in-love with you. Paano 'to nangyari? Pero sa tingin ko, it just happened. I found myself getting excited when I'm texting or talking to you over Twitter, eating lunch or snacks with you, sharing my assignments. I would check my statistics answers thrice just to make sure you would copy the correct solutions.
At my twentieth year, I fell in-love with you. Everything around was multicolored as I live my world in fantasy. I wanted to believe that there was a meaning behind your stolen glances, at sincere ka kapag you said nice things about me. A glimpse, a little compliment or genuine laugh from you really made my day, assigning different interpretations to what your words and gestures really meant.
Pinaniwala ko ng novel series na Sweet Dreams na no matter how impossible things were, the main characters would still end-up together eventually. Kaya naniniwala ako na there was a happy ending for us someday. But the book didn't tell me na sa realidad, love could be solitary feeling that exist. Whether it is returned or not. Because at our senior year in high school, my feelings for you was not only reciprocated, but also unappreciated.
Loving you taught me a lot of lessons, but the toughest one I had to learn was to realized that love knows no gender. Hindi ako sanay na may hinahatid ako kahit dis-oras ng gabi. Hindi rin ako sanay na may tatawag sa phone ko para malaman kung naka-uwi na ba ako or kung pano ako umuwi kapag hindi tayo maka-sama. Hindi ako sanay ng may nag-sisend sa akin ng kanta or gagawan ako ng playlist sa spotify.
Hindi rin ako sanay na tinatakbuhan ng ibang tao. Tulad 'nong sobrang galit ka kase nag-away kayo ng kuya mo, alas-dos ng madaling araw, ako yung una mong tinawagan para maka-usap. Hanggang ala-syete ng umaga tayo magkausap sa phone, kahit na antok na antok na ako, hindi parin kita pinabayaan. Hindi ako sanay, pero ng dahil sayo nasanay ako.
Pero, sa tingin ko hindi talaga pwede. Kase kayo, ang alam niyo may girlfriend ako. Dahil may pinakilala ako sainyo dati. You never met her eversince, pero minsan kasama siya sa jamming ng barkada. Sayang nga lang wala ka lagi.
Ang alam rin ng mga kaibigan at pamilya ko, I'm in a relationship with her. I remember noong birthday ng kapatid ko I invited her. Nasa pool kami that time, naka-lublob ang mga paa namin sa tubig habang nag-lalaro sa cellphone, nagshe-share pa kami nun sa iisang earphones, nasa tenga ko ang isa, habang nasa kanya yung kabila. "I Really Like You" ni Carly Rae Jepsen ang kanta nun nang bigla niyang tinanggal yung earphone sa tenga niya. Tumingin siya saakin at sabay sabi. . "I need to tell you something" . . Tumigil ako sa paglalaro at tinanggal ko na rin yung earphone sa tenga ko. "Ano yun?" sabay tingin sakanya. Biglang kumabog ang dibdib ko. . . . We're both eighteen-years-old when we met. Both fresh graduates from our senior year in high school. It was a summer vacation when we met during our climbs. Iisang team lang kami that time. Mataas yung bundok na pinuntahan namin, it took us 1 1/2 days bago kami makarating sa tuktuk and 1 1/2 days din kaming magkasama. After that climb, we've been close to each other. We talk over FaceTime 'til 5am. Gave her flowers and chocolates, while she gave me a DVD set of Detective Conan Series for my 19th Birthday in exchange for posing as her boyfriend to make her ex jealous. She said "I love you" once, but I'm not sure if I heard it right because we're both drunk.
I like her. She's simple, smart, elegant, generous, and superb humble. She's perfect. Kaya lang, ayaw niya ng commitment, we just let our gestures do the talking for us. I assumed at that time that she likes me too. Wala pa namang siya ina-admit about anything yet, but I let her hug and kiss me. Oo, parang kami pero hindi.
Hindi ako sanay na pinipigilanang feelings ko. Ako kasi, kapag nag-mamahal ako, pinapaalam ko. Pero sayo, hindi ko man lang maamin, dinadaan ko nalang sa mga biro. I don't know that if you feel the same way as I do. Baka nag-a'assume lang ako na you like me as well kahit hindi naman talaga. Even na I'm dying to tell you that I like you, I can't. Because I'm not sure if you'd like it. Baka mapahiya lang ako.
Yung mga oras na nagkaka-yayaan tayo mag-kape kung sa asan. Over cappuccino and latte, nagki-kwentuhan tayo about random stuff in life. And how universe can actually play around and make something unexpected yet so good. That very first day we had a coffee together, I secretly kept that cup sleeve sa kapeng ininuman mo kasi doon nakalagay ang pangalan mo. Tinago ko siya as a memento ng unang coffee date nating dalawa. I don't know, siguro feeling ko kasi masyadong naging significant sa buhay ko ang araw na iyon. May nga gabing di na ako matulog dahil siguro nasobrahan na ako sa kape, at nasobrahan sa iyo.
Dumating ka sa buhay ko nang hindi ko inaasahan. Pero kasabay ng pagdating mo, ang pagbago ng mundo ko. Sa kabila ng pagiging abala ko sa mga bagay bagay, pagkadating sa iyo, nasisira lahat ng plano ko. Hindi ko napapansin ang oras kapag magkasama tayo. At napapansin ko na lang, na lagi kitang hinahanap. Parang hindi kompleto ang araw ko kapag hindi kita nakikita. At kahit na laging kutang nakakasama, nawala ka lang ng sandali sa tabi ko, miss na kita agad. Lahat na ng mga kabaduyan, pumapasok sa isip ko kapag naalala kita.
Ikaw, alam ko na hindi ka nakabubuti sa akin. Alam ko that in the long run, masasaktab lang ako sa iyo. Pero bakit habang maaga pa, hindi ako umiiwas? Kasi sa ngayon, napapasaya mo ako. Napupunan mo ang ilang taong pagkukulang sa buhay ko. At pinapadama mo sa akin ang mga bagay na akala ko noon, hindi na darating sa akin. . . . "I need to tell you something" . . Tinanggal ko na rin yung earphone sa tenga ko. "Ano yun?" tanong ko sa kanya. Biglang kumabog ang dibdib ko.
"Promise me that you won't be mad ha" sabi niya na mas lalong nagpakaba sa akin.
"Okay" mahinahon kong sagot habang hinahanapan ko siya ng clue sa mga mata niya.
"I'm a lesbian. And.....I'm currently in a relationship with someone" I was shook, I wanna ask her a lot of questions pero, I should be the one to understand and be her friend to support whatever her choices in life.
"Nearly a year na. Kaso she's still in a closet. You know how society reacts naman diba?" I just nodded. Habang nakat-tingin sa tubig sa pool. Now I understand kung bakit ganun ang treatment niya sa akin after all this time.
"One last favor"
"Ano?" sagot ko.
"Pwede bang magpanggap ka tomorrow as my jowa? Kasi si Patrick ang kulit na naman eh. Promise, last na 'to. Ang dami ko nang utang sayo. Pero kasi, ayaw pa din ako tantanan." Sabi niya na may irita sa kanyang boses. Yung ex-boyfriend niya pala gusto pa din siya.
"Ok, sure" sagot ko na naman.

Kinabukasan, nagkita-kita kami sa mall. Nagka-yayaan manuod ng sine pagkatapos kumain. The Martian. Saktong sakto din, fan ako ni Matt Damon. Pagkatapos ng pelikula papalabas na kami ng sinehan, sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, nagka-salubong tayo. Medyo gulat ang mukha mo nung nakita mo kaming magkasama. Nataranta ako. Nagalit sa sarili ko. Alam ko, sinaktan na naman kita.
Hindi ako makatulog nung gabing yun. Kating-kati na akong tawagan ka o i-text man lang para makausap ka. Para sabihin sayo na wala lang iyon. Habang naka-titig ako sa kisame ng kwarto ko biglang tumunog ang cellphone ko.
Nag-text ka. Kinabahan ako bigla.
"Itigil na natin 'to. Ayoko na ng ganitong set-up." Text mo sa akin. Para akong binuhusan ng malamig na tubig. Napa-upo ako sa kama ko at nanginginig na nagtype ng reply ko sayo.
"Huh? Bakit? So, anong gusto mong mangyari?" Sagot ko naman. Sa totoo lang gusto ko nang umiyak. Bakit ganun? Ilang taon kitang minahal sa malayo at ngayon na nandito ka na sa akin, tsaka naman tayo magkakaganito?
"Ewan. Hindi ko alam. Basta ang alam ko lang, Ayoko na ng ganitong set-up ng relationship." Sagot mo. Hindi ko na naligilan ang luha ko. Gusto kitang puntahan sa inyo para kausapin ka at para maayos natin ito.
"Does it mean..Gusto mo na ba akong i-break?" Sagot ko. Naka-titig lang ako sa screen ng cellphone ko at hinhintay ng sagot mo. Umiiyak at umaasang magbago ang isip mo at maayos natin ito. . . .
What I had for you was a classic tale of almost lovers but not quite that lasted for how many years. No, I am still not over you. There would be times when the memory of you still visit me. I paused at the strum of a song and thought of you, forgetting what I was doing. It has beena year since I last saw you up close yet I still could picture every detail of your face, every fiber, every line, every shade even with the photograph fades and crumbles, even if I won't see you again, you would still be vividly remember because you were captured by something more powerful than the camera.
Para kang sisig, yosi at kape sa buhay ko. Hindi ko maiwas-iwasan, hindi ko kayang tanggihan, kahit na alam ko na iisa lang naman ang patutunguhan nito—sakit sa puso.
You would always be the air in my lungs, something that is always close to my heart, something that would be with me until my last breath.
I missed you.
-Michael
———
Bakit ako umiiyak? At bakit ngayon ko lang ‘to nalaman? 🤧
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BHANU schoolmates / a small video dedicated to my buddies ... SCHOOLMATES ❤️ SchoolMates  Episode 1  GachaClub Voice Acting Series ... THE MAN FROM EARTH REVIEW  SCHOOLMATES PRODUCTIONS - YouTube Sneak Peek of SchoolMates Part 2 - YouTube THE WHISPER CHALLENGE  SCHOOLMATES - YouTube

SchoolMates Find your old school friends, college ...

  1. BHANU schoolmates / a small video dedicated to my buddies ...
  2. SCHOOLMATES ❤️
  3. SchoolMates Episode 1 GachaClub Voice Acting Series ...
  4. THE MAN FROM EARTH REVIEW SCHOOLMATES PRODUCTIONS - YouTube
  5. Sneak Peek of SchoolMates Part 2 - YouTube
  6. THE WHISPER CHALLENGE SCHOOLMATES - YouTube

Here it is. The first episode of SchoolMates. This took a while to make. Here is the list of voice actors that partcipate in this voice acting Gacha Club ser... REVIEW #THE MAN FROM EARTH Bhanu schoolmates/ short video I'll make the thumbnail later. if you see this outside your house get out and RUN away as fast as you can! (someone is watching) - Duration: 21:10. Stromedy 991,410 views. New So here's our 3rd youtube video on 'The whisper challenge'..watch till the end for full entertianment.like,share and subscribe for more such amazing,crazy an...