Moon time today

Hi guys,
in honesty I come with a mixture of sadness, frustration and heartbreak. Today I lost everything to an account hack. Somehow the hijacker was able to get past my 2FA, and countless walls I've used to secure my account over the last 15 years.
Since I was a child Runescape has always been a home away from home, as silly as it sounds some of my greatest memories and friends I have ever had are thanks to this silly little medieval point and click game. I've poured so much into this game, and in a way the hack only took away some of what this game meant to me.
Coping with the time lost to developing all the items I've had in this game led me down a path to remembering much of what Runescape has been for me, between overcoming cooks assistant to completing every quest, I've grown so much both physically (I was like 7 when I first started) and emotionally.
What hurts the most is my inability to want to log into this game anymore, logging into an account with nothing left just feels a bit too raw, hell I'm 25 now, but logging in makes me want to sob like a 7 year old. In many ways allowing myself to get hacked and choosing not to bank my items that one time I logged out makes me feel like I've really let my younger self down. I remember whenever I was asked "if you could wish for anything, what would you wish for?" as a kid I'd always say unlimited membership.
Why am I even writing this post? Well I just want to use this time to thank the community and share some of my fondest memories.
When I first started Runescape I shared a single computer amongst 4 of my brothers, we would take turns using the PC in 30 minute intervals and we all played Runescape. I remember the first time I played Runescape I was in disbelief at its sheer scale, listening to each individual soundtrack for every new place are some of my rawest points of nostalgia.
Between each turn I would spend time before it was my go on the PC literally discussing with my brothers how I was going to use my turn to progress in the game, we'd share ideas and we'd celebrate our successes together, being at the table during dinner gloating to my siblings about how lucky I was to get a Draconic Visage from a black dragon and how I was going to sell it to share the treasures with my brothers are some of the most joyful moments in my life.
As I grew older Runescape stayed with me, from secondary school to college and even university when I had some free time. through those days I made some amazing friends, if 69Mullet69 is somehow reading this, I love you brother. Even though you never celebrated Eid you always wished me a happy Eid and I happily repaid the favour at Christmas. I won't ever forget the little gifts you'd give me to help me celebrate, they'd make my whole year, I know you quit runescape quite a while ago but I still think of you.
Even if I tell myself everyday how I've outgrown this game, I'll never outgrow the love I have for this community and all those friends I've spent hours wasting XP with.
I do wish I never got hacked so I could spend my free time running raids with my friends and trying out the new skill I've been extremely excited for but I'm going to choose to be happy about this, happy that being hacked has allowed me to be introspective about all the amazing memories I've made in this game.
My final note would be, Bank everything every time you log out. Secure your accounts with 2FA and change your passwords regularly.
for the people who I've since lost contact with on runescape feel free to shoot me a PM, happy to stay in contact through socials (My RSN for the longest time has been: "Have trust")
With much love and appreciation <3.

I have the week off. My job is very stressful and physically demanding. The only thing I wanted to accomplish this week is paint the entry door.
My mom, whom is my next door neighbor, needed some help with some labor intensive projects over the weekend. We had a cookout yesterday.
A pipe burst in our basement over the weekend. My spouse and b-i-l fixed the pipe but made a terrible mess doing it. The broken pipe is sitting in my laundry room. My mom and I did hours of work today. My spouse had to work late tonight so I had to take our son to a local game night for some role playing game he plays. My spouse said he would come over as soon as he was done with work. He just texted that "it's all you". I know I had the day off work but 3 of the times I came upstairs he was playing video games. I still have 2 more days of work in our laundry room. I would rather be at work at this point.

Things were going fine for nearly the whole semester. I’m a fairly diligent student and almost never fail to attend a class or hand over my assignments on time. I like to have a lively discussion about different topics, but I always try to keep things civil and remain open-minded. I’m not sure the latter word applies to one of my professors, though.
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Without getting into the nitty-gritty, I’ll mention that we were branched out into a subdiscussion during class on political movements of the 60s, and how they correlate to today’s politically active groups. As the discussion went on, I felt more and more like the professor was getting increasingly partial and steering me towards accepting a specific viewpoint, which I resisted. After several minutes of this back-and-forth, we circled back to the main topic of the class, but you could cut the air with a knife afterward.
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I felt a bit uncomfortable for what seemed like a sparring match with my professor, but I sure as heck knew I’d kept myself within limits. The very next week, I had the chance to make sure that my professor saw otherwise. He didn’t waste time showing me there’s a new regime just for me. I got the brunt of the questions, including those that covered things from future chapters. It was obvious to me what he was doing, but it stopped being fun after the first 10 minutes. He was after my ass, dead serious.
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Then things got worse. I started getting the extra-difficult assignments, and even when I thought I pulled through quite fine, I’d get a C+ at best. I work damn hard on my essays and rarely get less than A minuses, so I knew something was up. I even did an experiment for shit and giggles and handed in an essay I did via a paper writing service. The professor’s verdict was a B-, and I know for a fact that paper was solid. I felt very tempted to tell him the truth and see the look on his smug face, but I don’t doubt this MF would’ve turned that against me as well.
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Can you present a case of biased treatment to the university’s board? I know there might be the option of switching professors, but the other one, while a nice fellow, isn’t as qualified. I’d rather try and work things out with Mr. Attitude and get through the class with valuable information by the end of it.

I haven’t posted here in a long time but today, well the past few hours, have changed a lot for me.
Today was actually a pretty good day but like all my good days it had to halt. So basically I (22F) have been out of the house for the past few months working (I’m a dog sitter) so just the past couple weeks have I finally been home. And I was already starting to lose my mind with my family but my parents have had this trip Planned forever where my mom accompanied my dad on his work trip for two whole weeks. Me and my brother we’re EXCITED to finally fucking relax and actually be able to chill. I can’t do anything with my parents here and my room has no door so I was so excited for the TWO WHOLE WEEKS of freedom and privacy. So today all day was spent running errands to get my mom stuff to go on this trip in a few days.
Well, I come out of the shower and she’s like we need to talk. She talked to my dad (who is currently on a seperate work trip) and his coworker called him out for being an alcoholic and said he’s going to report him. My father definitely is an alcoholic and definitely deserves that but this affects us all obviously if he loses his job since he’s military and we’re all in a foreign country because of his job. My mom of course immediately said now she doesn’t want to go on the work trip since this same coworker will be there and also because now my dad may be investigated. I’m immediately upset, what if we have to go back to our home country suddenly and my father loses his job because of this? And my mother gets mad at me and says “this doesn’t affect you.” WTF YES IT DOES IT AFFECTS US ALL?? My father has to get drunk every day on his work trips despite all of us telling him it looks bad and getting several warnings so as much as he deserves this, we certainly don’t. And now my mom doesn’t want to go on the trip, if she even still can, because she says it’s going to be awkward since that same coworker will be there and she had planned on drinking herself. Plus my mom loves to make up hypothetical scenarios of what might and probably won’t happen and tells everyone they’re face because she “just knows things” and she’s convinced now they will use that trip in a few days as some sort of intervention for my dad??? Which makes no sense but anyways.
So then we got into a huge fight where she told me “well maybe if you didn’t cuss so much things like this wouldn’t happen” because I said the word fuck and I told her that’s literally nuts to say that if I didn’t cuss then my father wouldn’t be being threatened at work for being an alcoholic and she said “that’s not what I said, I said you know maybe you shouldn’t cuss so much that’s all I said” and that’s finally when I left the argument because the gaslighting for that was literally insane, she had JUST said it then told me “no you misheard me” when she had JUST said it. So they’re both insane.
So yeah I don’t know what’s going to happen now or if my dads coworker was bluffing to piss my dad off. Either way, it’s not good. And definitely affects me and my family. And the worst part is? You want to know what I’m most upset about right now for some reason? Is that my parents most likely aren’t going on that damn trip now. For some reason that is all I am upset about right now. Like I’m pissed about it. I’m still holding out hope that SOMEHOW my mom goes on the trip still and I still have my two weeks to actually be allowed to have some fucking time to breathe and freedom. Like i really am, that’s all I can think about is how excited I was for that and all the fun things I planned to do and meals to cook and all I could ask after me and my mom fought was “are you sure you still don’t want to go on the trip?” Like my whole life could be ruined from my dads alcoholism and his coworker being an ass and I may have to move countries and leave everything behind and who knows but all I can think about is how I hope it’s all fine by the morning and my mom still goes on the trip. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just really wanted this never happened before ultra rare two weeks alone with my brother at home to breathe and now it looks like that’s not happening

I was at the gym today, my safe space, and I saw her for the first time since February. We saw each other and didn’t say and thing. I felt completely back to square one and I’ve never been more afraid. I couldn’t finish my workout because I started crying and felt like I was going to be sick. I thought she went back home 4 hours away for the summer but she’s still in our college town. I can’t help but to think why. I feel like a fucking loser. Why the fuck can’t I just let go and be happy? I just want my girl back. I’m tired of feeling this badly.

It’s Day 1 again. I finished my workday and went outside to plant some things near my mailbox (dirt therapy). TBH It was hard to not jump in the car and head to the store and pick up a bottle of wine.
You know what though, a bunch of neighbors kept walking by and we all had the sweetest visits. I would have missed it!!
It made me wonder about all my sober friends . . . what did you have time for today because we weren’t drinking/shopping for drinking etc?

Hello fabulous friends,
Day 30! You can wrap up today or tomorrow folks! I hope you’ve had a lovely day today.
Sign up post -
https://www.reddit.com/loseit/comments/13w5xh9/30_day_accountability_challenge_june_sign_ups/
Log before I eat everything & aim for more fruit, vegetable & pre/probiotic foods for my tummy health: On it. Probotic yogurt drink & over night oats.
Calorie goal 1800-2000: On it today.
Exercise five days a week: TBD.
Journal for two minutes before playing my Switch: On it. 28/30 days.
Engage with the lose it folks: I haven’t had the energy for much of this. I spend too much time on screens for work so I'm finding myself not jazzed about it afterwards.
Today's gratitude list: Today, I'm grateful for bernadoodles. Go ahead and google it.
Random self-care action I want to conquer today: Get some sleep & sleep in past five tomorrow. Yeesh, brain let me sleep.
Your turn folks!

I’d like to know if something similar happened to others. I’m deaf with cochlear implant. A year ago I visited with friends the aforementioned casino, and I was leading the group since I knew the location, so when we arrived at the door I was one to be asked something. Not having heard the security guy, I asked what? The guy talked faintly and very fast, so I replied what a couple more times and then asked my friends to step in as I do when I can’t manage to communicate. We were turned away on the basis that I specifically “very intoxicated” and the guy would speak over my friends trying to explain I was deaf and wouldn’t let them explain at all. Fast forward to today, me (M) and my boyfriend were stopped once again, and the guy asked me something I didn’t hear. I was being asked if I came in the past and was turned away which once I realised they meant the incident last year (and was confirmed by them that it was for the one a year ago) i was once again told to leave on the basis that I was once again intoxicated. Not having been taken aback this time and with a new guy as well as the same one being there I tried to explain that last time I might have been mistaken as intoxicated because of my difficulty in communication, and I made sure to show my cochlear implant this time around. Only for once again to be met by constant talking over me asking me to leave as I was “too intoxicated”. Not backing down this time and repeating that we haven’t in fact, drink at all the guy turns to my boyfriend insisting that he was drunk and proceeding with the same tone to ask him if he’s drunk. This time around my boyfriend was taken aback so didn’t reply promptly, which I tried to explain that since we aren’t British he doesn’t speak English as much. We were turned down once more, feeling frustrated as we weren’t allowed to speak for ourselves and left wondering if it’s because of my disability, sexual orientation or xenophobia.

Hi everyone
I am a TA at an elementary school. Although I really do enjoy working with students, I have to say this is not a career I want to pursue in the future. I earned by BA in an entirely different field. All this to say that there are a lot of pedagogical tools that I lack due to my educational background. I am aware of that.
Everything was going well until I was transferred to a 3rd grade classroom. From day one, I’ve had difficulties with the teacher being generally condescending and rude to me, as well as me not knowing how to support one student that is often sent to me, who tends to throws pencils, books, and yell at me. I decided to suck it up because I loved the kids, but lately it has become unbearable. The teacher is still constantly disrespectful and although I try to do my job as best as I can, I feel like I no longer know how to do it. Today, the same student threw a pencil, slammed the book on the ground as they just kept starting at me. The teacher just asked “what did you do?” All I did was instruct him to do a written assignment, which I was helping them with step by step. The teacher knows this is a constant, but I don’t get support from them. Exactly what they told me to do.
I was determined to finish the school year, but I’m not too sure anymore. I want to do things right but it’s come to a point where it’s significantly affecting my mental health. I get severe anxiety every time I’m about to walk into that classroom. I can’t keep doing it.
I want to make very clear that I don’t blame the student- or any student- for anything and I am aware that I hold much responsibility for my current situation. I’m just at a point where I need to put myself first.
Who should I be talking to? I think I’m gonna quit.

97 days into my sober journey part 2. So many good things going on in my life right now, I feel like a spoiled brat even typing out how down I feel. I’ve struggled with depression, anxiety, and disordered eating for a solid decade. Of course alcohol made those three things worse. Way worse. But now, depression and anxiety are still there even though I am doing all of the right things (like I eat fruits and vegetables and run 4-7 miles 4 times a week and my number 2s have never been healthier). And I find myself fixating on my eating. Or lack of eating. I do realize I am trying to find a way to feel like I am in control. For such a long time, alcohol was the boss. Without it, this is going to sound dumb, I feel so lost. Who is going to tell me what to do? I.e. have a mimosa on a Monday morning because a bird chirped so nice at me and it must be celebrated by getting obliterated. I have an addictive personality so what can I cling to now that will provide me the same feelings alcohol did? I gradually starve myself and think losing a pound every other 2 days is okay. I throw myself into running/exercise and try to outdo myself every day and not in a fun motivating way. But I’ve yet to find anything that made me feel the way alcohol did—not the shitty disgusting hungover moments but the [very] brief moments where everything felt okay and actually nice. I sometimes think “I’d do anything for those first 30 minutes of bliss”. I HATE the dentist but find myself eager to have to get some work done because I can ask for nitrous oxide which is the closest thing I’ve found that makes me feel airy and weightless and kinda tingly like alcohol made me feel. Like what???
I never liked and/or found myself before I started drinking, I thought I had a good grip on who I was when I was drinking but that was all fake, and now… I don’t know. Am I going to be a sober but depressed, anxious, and weight obsessed person all my life? Is that so much better than being a drunk nuisance? And you know what doesn’t help? Having a “we are all dying so who cares?!?!?!?!?” outlook on life. It can be such a good mindset at times but very dangerous when you use it to justify awful behavior, which is what I was doing with my drinking.
Not the most positive post, I know, but days like the ones I’ve been having recently really test me. However, I did not drink with you today and I will not drink with you tomorrow, damn it 😤

Hi everyone. Please help, I don’t know what to do.
I am a TA at an elementary school. Although I really do enjoy working with students, I have to say this is not a career I want to pursue in the future. I earned by BA in an entirely different field. All this to say that there are a lot of pedagogical tools that I lack due to my educational background. I am aware of that.
Everything was going well until I was transferred to a 3rd grade classroom. From day one, I’ve had difficulties with the teacher being generally condescending and rude to me, as well as me not knowing how to support one student that is often sent to me, who tends to throws pencils, books, and yell at me. I decided to suck it up because I loved the kids, but lately it has become unbearable. The teacher is still constantly disrespectful and although I try to do my job as best as I can, I feel like I no longer know how to do it. Today, the same student threw a pencil, slammed the book on the ground as they just kept starting at me. The teacher just asked “what did you do?” All I did was instruct him to do a written assignment, which I was helping them with step by step. The teacher knows this is a constant, but I don’t get support from them. Exactly what they told me to do.
I was determined to finish the school year, but I’m not too sure anymore. I want to do things right but it’s come to a point where it’s significantly affecting my mental health. I get severe anxiety every time I’m about to walk into that classroom. I can’t keep doing it.
I want to make very clear that I don’t blame the student- or any student- for anything and I am aware that I hold much responsibility for my current situation. I’m just at a point where I need to put myself first.
Who should I be talking to? I think I’m gonna quit.

I just can't get over my ex girlfriend. I don't know why but i just can't. I know it all didn't went down just becouse of me but at the same time i blame me for all off it. For every bad thing that happened to her since i know her i blame me. I just want to end it all. I just can't live without her. I don't want to do thia shit no more. I know i sound like a little piece of shit but i don't know. I don't know what tf im writing right now or if it even makes sence. I need help. I already have therapy but I still can't find a really good reason to keep going. I had her and now im just not myself no more. I am going to end it. Not today and probably not tomorrow. But im gonna end it. My fucking life. I know im gonna hurt feelings and im sorry for it. But fuck that. I sound like a selfisch piece of shit right now. I don't know how I keept going till now. Im sorry N. For everything i done to you.
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Small win at my class today: I was able to climb all the way to the ceiling for the first time. I didn't get it on camera, so no video, but I'm very happy about it anyway ❤️

Timestamp and Pics https://imgur.com/a/YwNx3jB
Sorry no trades today!
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Finch Cherry Bomb [B] $70 Only used to open a couple of boxes. Has tiny “scuff” on blade that the camera can’t even pick up. Still an awesome little knife though for the price. Nice action and lockup. Droppy for a little guy too.
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Think I might’ve injured it, but it seems pretty mild? Or does it sound like something else. Gonna see the doc but they’re slow(several weeks) so thought I’d ask you lovely people while I wait. Just wondering if this is how it presents in others. Any advice welcome as well. Cheers!
Onset: Started 5 days ago-did my morning workout and all dandy. Then a couple hours later sat for an hour for an online meeting in a terrible chair. When I went to get up felt a bit of pain in the back of my knee. But didn’t rest. Walked heaps. Drove 4 hours in a cramped car with knees bent the whole way (I’m tall)
Which brings me to today with the following symptoms. (No pain in back of knee after first 2 days)
Symptoms include: -bit of a funny feeling as I stand up(more if I’ve had the leg bent vs keeping it straight) -occasional mild pain 1-2 out of 10 if it doesn’t like a particular movement( <5 times per day) -knee feels like it really wants to pop (like a good kind of crack, like a satisfying back crack while stretching) but it won’t. Stiff, I guess? Some slightly reduced ROM.
Does that sound like a tear? If so what sort of severity?

My ex broke up with me last week on our 1 year anniversary, saying he gave me 1 year to change the things about myself that he didn’t like, and he couldn’t love me through my flaws.
2 months into our relationship, he went on a guys trip to Canada. When he was gone, I noticed he started following a bunch of girls on Instagram. I questioned him on it, he called me manipulative and controlling for accusing him of cheating, and said he was uncomfortable. I told him I just wanted answers and him to be honest with me, but he always claimed he never did anything. I didn’t ask for it, but he would send me photos of him sitting at the club, showing me that he was staying away from people, and checking up on me throughout the day. So I believed him since he did this on his own that he truly was worried about me, and was also texting me saying he couldn’t wait to come home and see me, that I was the only girl he wanted, and that I was his future wife.
I was extremely insecure our whole relationship about his guys trip, but he told me the whole time we were together that nothing happened, so I believed him because I loved him. After we broke up, I realized how much I didn’t trust him because of what happened and also given the fact that he had a long sexual history of sleeping with multiple women a week, also without protection every time. He only had one other serious relationship before me when he was 21. From the time he was 22-31, all he did was hookup, and very frequent. He admitted that he only hooked up with people for sex, and that if they caught feelings he was quick to cut them off.
When I realized I didn’t have anything to lose following the breakup, I decided to message the girls he followed from Canada and ask them for the truth. Only one girl responded to me, however she confirmed that they made out at the club, and he tried taking her home. I called him immediately after to let him know that I finally knew the truth, and that I didn’t want to remain friends regardless of how much he did through our breakup. He claimed that the reason he did it was because it was his “closure for his single life” knowing he was gonna come home to me and marry me.
There was also one other night, he said he was going to call me in 10 minutes and then didn’t respond for 4 hours. Even today, he claimed that he was just too drunk and fell asleep, but I don’t know what to think given that I now know he’s a liar, I just know it’s time for me to move on.
Do you believe this was the only time he cheated, and how do I move forward now knowing that my gut was right the whole time but believed a liar?
TL;DR: My ex lied during our whole relationship about cheating on me, and I didn’t find out until after we broke up that he lied.

Question for people who took and failed mesalamine then moved up to biolologics:
Did you keep taking the mesalamine? Did you taper down or stop taking it entirely?
I am on my first biologic and just finished the loading doses. I thought I was supposed to stop the mesalamine since i failed it multiple times even with pred but I went to pick up my depression meds today and my mesalamine script was still good so they gave me that too. I will definitely ask my gastro about this next time I see him but it got me wondering about other peoples experiences.

Both me and my best friend Sarah have borderline personality disorder. She is currently secretly dating James, her best friends brother Joe. For whatever reason the two bothers Joe and James do not get along. In fact I would go as far as to say Joe wants nothing to do with his brother. Sarah and Joe just graduated today and she mentioned that Joe had a grad party and it was a really big pool party. My friend Sarah is not very popular. In fact I was the only one who celebrated her graduation with her out of all her friends. Joe considers Sarah to be one of his best friends (or so Sarah says to me ALL THE TIME) but for some reason Joe did not invite Sarah to his party. I immediately got upset that she would be excluded. But she defended Joe saying that it would be uncomfortable for Joe if the two brothers and her were to be at the party at the same time. Joe does not approve of them dating and is still unaware at this time. My counter argument was that if they are fine with being in the same room together then what’s the difference if a mutual friend is there as well among all the many party guests? The two boys are very calm non confrontational . She then kept insisting “you just don’t get it” and then would move on to another reasoning “well the family is really serious and blunt”. I’m like you could just go as a mutual friend. She literally keeps insisting that it’s completely fine that she basically celebrated her graduation alone and her boyfriend and best friend didn’t even invite her to the grad party they had. She literally keeps saying she’s moving in with the boyfriend in august. Like I think it’s just so messed up they didn’t even ask her and she’s just making excuses for them. What do you guys think? Am I missing something? I really don’t get how this is okay to her.

So, having deep conversations has always been something I like to do, but these last years it's become more of a struggle.
I think improving my knowledge of psychology and just social issues in general has been an important factor on how often I turn a casual conversation into a deep one, my close friends don't have a problem with it and participate when I do this, and sometimes they look for me to have these kinds of conversations.
How is this a problem, one might think, a person talking "too" much is highly subjective, and my friends don't seem to have a problem with it. However, I do, they drain me out. The more often I have them, the more drained I get and the slower my brain will process information and even movement slower than usual the following days, and that ADHD "time blindness" really does get so much worse.
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My friend has come to me lately starting conversations which demand more than just some short back and forth answers, with topics such as education, the ineptitude of mental health professionals in my country, relationships, etc, that require more of my mental energy and attention than usual.
When I try and bring a stop to the conversation, I just can't help but get deeper, and deeper into the topic because I genuinely enjoy it, but I always reach a point where I feel like I am on automatic mode and I just can't stop- I start getting tired but my brain feels filled with hyperactive thoughts that need to be released, or otherwise they will keep rounding my mind and bother me.
To add to the issue, if my point in the conversation gets misunderstood, I'll have to dig deeper and find other words to make my point clear, tiring me out further.
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Today has been the third consecutive day I have had a conversation of this kind. I feel insanely drained and I finished talking an hour ago, but my mind feels heavy with emotions and thoughts. My hyperactivity is often more internal rather than external, so I tend to feel like this when something requires deeper thinking.
I just don't like how I have to make everything feel so... Intense and big? How I just can't do anything the normal way without going into such depth it burns me out. It felt like I just couldn't just play a game, watch a show or listen to music and enjoy it for a bit rather than filling my head with it. Now it feels like I can't even talk the normal way. Curiosity and a skill for analyzing things into detail don't feel like an advantage anymore, but rather like a burden. I can't stand my thoughts being much more than I can just process anymore. I am afraid that I will start disliking my friends for coming up to me for these things when I enable them, but sometimes I can't help but associate them with a feeling of exhaustion.
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Though I enjoyed expressing my thoughts in today's conversation, it made my whole day go by in a blink of an eye, I'm mentally exhausted and sad. I hope to find people who relate to me or just will offer me some comforting words, if you even have some advice then, hey, it's welcome :(