Heaven waits for me tyler perry

Hi,
I recently got introduced to Demonolatry and as I was reading upon different entities I found one "Seere" that I thought can help me with a legal situation I have.
The book I read said they can help to have people or situations rule in our favour and to speed up certain processes. I currently have a case of residency that is in a different country from where I am now and thought he might help me get the approval and speed up the process as I have been waiting for almost a year.
The only issue is that the situation and the people making the decision are in another country and another continent. Do you think they can still help ?
My understanding is that time and space doesn't exist in their realm and the situation is still related to my life, but I saw mentions online that when people are away the magick might not work.
I wanted to ask for your opinions or experiences if you ever used magical help to turn a situation in your favour that wasn't in your country. Be it legal or personal I just want to know if in general physical distance is an issue or not ?

Hi, I hope everyone is doing well and hanging in there.
So, title - yeah my previous PCP, who was super, has left to go pursue functional medicine which sounds cool but is not covered by insurance, and I can't swing any more out of pocket costs.
I am looking to get established with someone knowledgeable about EDS and who can help coordinate care from the various specialists (but who do not communicate with each other) I see periodically.
So, I'm wondering if anyone has or knows of a doctor in or around Spring Tx, The Woodlands, etc?
I've tried using the EDS Society HCP Finder website, but not finding anyone local.
I know there is a clinic at Baylor, but I'm very much trying to avoid going into Houston bc I can't make the drive and wait times have been unreasonably long. Plus, my experience with them as a researcher in a related clinic really gave me "ick" vibes.
Thank you very much for reading and for any help/advice.

I'm done with feeling like this. The withdrawal gets harder and harder. Last time I got clean was in 2013 after a few years of prescription pain meds for chronic pain. 6 years later in 2019 I decided I needed to get back on oxys to be able to work. As the time passed, quickly I ended up buying extra pills, spending thousands of dollars my family could have used.
The last 4 months I have been off work. I have been using presses and my legal oxys since. I feel I overdosed a few times but just forced my way through the nod. But with those presses, I feel your memory takes a pause.
I snorted a press a couple weeks ago that was cut with some kind of detergent, because I was desperate and in withdrawal. And I still smell the floral scent in my nose. It's nauseating but getting better.
I went on one last week and a half long presse bindge recently and found myself again in withdrawal.
Along the way in the last month I had to find a new doctor that could fill my triplicates. He 'fooled' me into getting off oxys. He put me on a buprenorphine patch and I was using presses at the same time. I ended up taking the patch off and just using presses. Then I ran out of presses and put on a new patch but still went into withdrawal.
I showed up at the clinic after being told several times I wouldn't get to see the doctor for a couple weeks. This wasn't an option for me. So they said I could come in as a walk in, but it would be a long wait.
I was so messed up. In that waiting room. I waited an hour and stood up feeling like I was going to pass out. Weird sensations along the sides of my skull. Bubbling hot and cold. Hard to describe. Like maybe a mild seizure?
I went to ask the lady at the desk if it was okay that I wait in my car as i felt i was going to collapse. She just kept saying over and over to 'sit down'..'SIT DOWN'. 'SIT DOWN!'. She said the doctor will see me soon. I felt like a kid in school again...
The doctor looked at me and asked me when I used oxys last. I told him 10 days. But truthfully, I used my last press about 2 days before seeing him. Anyways, he told me to go to the pharmacy in the building, they would have some meds for me to take. Gave me instructions and I took them and waited in agony until the withdrawal calmed. He gave me 2 x 8mg suboxone, 300 mg gabapentin and klonopin.
He said after I found my composure they would evaluate me and set up a plan.
I begged him to please give me one last refill of oxys not knowing what suboxone meant. He informed me and I felt stabbed. Tricked. Duped. He gave me 12×2mg suboxone tablets and said see you in a week. Try to use the tablets as needed and sparingly.
I am coming up over 50 hours after taking that big dose of subs. I have mild withdrawal symptoms. I just took a heaping spoon of kratom, been smoking and eating THC and using high doses of CBD.
I read that suboxone can calm your withdrawals from 24 to 60 hours.
Does that apply to quick release tablets as well ?
The way I feel now makes me believe I can do this.
But if I start to slip back into that heavy withdrawal I'm afraid I will take some of those tablets he gave me. Which was the plan.
But I just want off this shit all together. I have serious chronic pain but still don't want to have my life ruled by meds. I feel the world is so fucked rn too that if it all falls apart, I want to be able to function.
P.s. my doctor called to check on me yesterday.

Hello! I am currently a non-EU Master's student in Munich and I plan to drop off and start working (I am already in the process of getting employed at a lab in UniBonn). However I am not completely sure how the process will go if I get the job. I plan to either move to Cologne or to Bonn for the job and my main question is: Given that waiting times are probably crazy in Ausländerbehörde, is it possible to get a Notfall Termin for cases like me? And is it even possible to get a temporary work permit as a Fiktionbescheinigung? Currently I only have a student visa and it only lets me work 20h a week and if I get the job I know that I can get a blue card if the job pays enough, but I am just asking in case that I cannot get an appointment from the Ausländerbehörde in time, is it possible to have an "urgent" application?
Also any knowledge and information about changing visa types would be great, I would be very thankful to the person sharing the info 😄

My bf and I are in our 20s, we’ve been together for 5 years. (No we are not married yet and plan to get engaged soon, we didn’t feel the need to rush)
We bought our first home in November 2022. My parents were the only ones who knew because they helped us through the process of buying and then moving. We posted a picture on Facebook of us standing on the front porch holding up our house keys as the announcement. MIL called and congratulated us, said she couldn’t wait to come over for dinner! Within 2 weeks we invited her, her husband and my bfs little sister. She said that they couldn’t come cause her hub had to work. That was fine we get it, but it started to happen again and again with different excuses. They finally came around Christmas time and we did presents with them. MILs husband was saying weird shit that made me uncomfortable and my bfs little sister (13) kept saying how “horny” our lab was because she was humping her stuffed animal. (Normal behavior for an excited dog) The morning after I checked our ring camera and there was footage of them standing outside talking shit about us. MILs husband was saying that we’re to irresponsible to own a home because we had a crack in our skirting and our pipes were going to freeze. He was also talking about how he was blaming his farts on the dogs. (I let them out 3 times while they were over because I thought they were just gassy from dinner. They normally aren’t gassy dogs)
My bf and I made the mutual decision not have MILs husband over again. So now she is refusing to come over or go out to dinner when we invite her and SIL but then turns around and says that we never invite them over. (According to MIL it’s not a full invite because we don’t invite her husband as well) She refused to come to bfs birthday also. We’ve given up and that’s their loss. I also won’t go over to MILs house anymore but that’s my personal decision. Her husband has always given me the creeps anyways.

Last week I was playing Jedi Survivor and it suddenly crashed and since then every time I try to open the game it freezes on the opening screen. I got bored of waiting so I picked up Spider-Man only for that to freeze as well, and I’ve never ever played that game. I’ve also tried Gang Beasts, Battlefront II, and Hitman which all worked however are very glitchy with particles and glitches flying all around the screen. Non of this had ever happened to me until Jedi Survivor first crashed while I was playing it.
It’s been 11 days and nothing has changed I’m running out of options.

This is a throwaway because I don't want this to appear on my normal account. For context when I was younger I grew interested in video games and anime heavily. I noticed that in my very small school no one shared these hobbies so I became dependent on online communities on Instagram and Twitter to make friends and talk about the things I love. To the point where I began to value my internet friends over my real life friends. Flashforward to when I'm 15 and through another friend I met a person my age who ended up being one of my closest friends.
We were part of a much larger group chat but throughout the years it grew smaller from 8 people to 4 people to just the two of us talking to each other. We'd have late night texts, calls, and just watch stuff together. For a few times whenever we needed to vent, we came to each other. Flash forward and at this point we're both 18, and I should mention we were both really comfortable talking to each other about our sexual preferences and such. At a certain point I realized I developed feelings for them and never told them, but I was probably very obvious. I was very on the fence about these feelings because:

1. We discussed before how we couldn't have an online relationship again because being distanced from our partner is something we don't think we could handle
2. I am very insecure about having an online relationship because I felt as though my peers would mock me for it, despite being in two before.
   
3. They lived in Australia, I live in America. It believed it'd just be hard to handle.
   

One day we came to a point in our conversation where they told me "If I knew you in real life, I probably would've done stuff with you." And later I had just brought up the idea of if we were still virgins in our mid 20s, we could arrange to meet up and become friends with benefits. They agreed and in the next week we had exchanged NSFW photos and videos. A month had passed and I noticed that all their socials were just gone, they went on a mental health break and didn't tell me. I worried for a while but didn't feel like it was right to reach out. As if they wanted my help they knew they could've spoken to me.
One morning I wake up to a message from them and we reconnected quickly. They were really happy to tell me they made new friends and have been doing better mentally, while also being scared I would've been upset of them. I was really happy but after this I realized they were just not giving me the same energy as before.
No more video calls, no more late night conversations, just once in a while texts and that began to stress me out. I understood to respect their boundaries but I couldn't help but overthink and realize that they don't feel the same way and don't really think about me like they used to. They once then brought up the idea we downloaded Locket, an app where people would send each other photos and it would show up through a widget. This made me really happy as I began to believe I was just overthinking things and went back to normal, but the dry behavior kept up.
I began to do my best and prepare for the worst by telling myself it was best to do what I can and just move on, but I was also desperate for their attention. Most of my story posts on Instagram were efforts to get them to reply and start a conversation with me. A good portion of these were just small rants where I expressed my feelings of being pressured by my family with my future. This lasted for about 7 months.
Eventually in September last year I realized they just stopped being active on social media at all, and I had assumed they were just on another break again. I tried my best to not think too much about it and respect their distance by not reaching out to them. Then a month later I realized they cut me off completely. They removed me from Discord and any games we had each other friended on, and also created all new social media accounts (their new twitter was suggested to me, while also having a link to other brand new social media)
This pretty much broke me, I realized what it meant and after going to it with other friends I understood that I may never get closure. I blame myself for my desperate behavior driving them away and wish to do my best to better myself while also waiting for the day I get over them. Despite how badly I want to contact them and maybe apologize as I'm convinced they thought less of me, I understand the best thing to do was just not contact them at all. However it's June now and while I've realized I've stopped thinking about them I'm still not truly over them. Everyonce in a while I'll be doing my own thing and suddenly have something remind me of them then I get really sad. A couple times recently I'd forget about them briefly then dream about them and go through a small rough time. I'm partially ashamed of myself for not being able to get over someone who I've really never met and I'm scared I won't be able to for a few years
TL;DR Fell in love with an online friend of 4 years, offered to become friends with benefits, didn't confess my love. Realized they weren't giving me the same energy and panicked between wanting to respect their boundaries and wanting their attention. Eventually they just cut me off entirely, and I haven't gotten over it while also being ashamed I haven't gotten over it.
Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this, and I apologize that I wrote so much.

I’m looking for a male workout partner or partners comfortable in his own skin and passionate about fitness and body positivity!
Let's workout at home, try out some yoga, or guided meditation.
Let’s alternately speed-walk or jog in Central Park, or along the East River or Henry Hudson Parkway before returning home for our at-home fitness for variety.
By working out together, we'll both get a chance to confront any body image issues head-on and build confidence in a safe and supportive environment.
I'm looking for a platonic workout buddy who shares my values of body acceptance and self-love.
So what are you waiting for?
Send me a Reddit email or chat request let's get moving toward a healthier, happier summer and fall.

I only had 6 hearts and low-level weapons and was all out of fairies and powerful food. I had the urge to lay a travel medallion down and go stock up on those things, but I just had this burning desire to battle it out anyways, for hours, until I won.
That felt satisfying enough all on its own, but on top of that the reward was something I had been waiting all game to find, as its universal enemy disguise properties and (most importantly) the fact that it’s from one of my absolute favorite Zelda games had me itching to find it. What an absolute blast I had and I’m so glad I stubbornly took on this challenge when I clearly wasn’t ready to and won anyways!

"Why would anyone trust me to organize?": A Fail Story.
53M recently diagnosed. I recently tried to put together a D&D game with a cool twist. I'm in Oregon and there's a popular product that's legal, cheap and easily available here. I've found it useful for anxiety myself. On a couple of PDX subs here, I proposed a weekly game where everybody brings some to share and some to bribe/compensate the DM. Turned out to be a popular idea and many cool sounding people expressed interest. Myself I'm straight white married middle aged dad in the suburbs, but I'm way into including everybody and benefitting from expanding my understanding. It was awesome.
But since I proposed it, people expect me to organize it.
I dunno why these strangers would do that. I don't organize gatherings. I show up early and wait before entering gatherings because if I'm not 5 minutes early, I'm late. I stress about really esoteric details if I'm organizing. I will not send out reminders...or requests. I'll definitely say something awkward in text that sounded funny as hell in my head. I will propose very few solid solid rules because I'm an impostor and definitely shouldn't be telling people what to do. They should know better. I even said something like "I'm way too AD/HD to organize" but neurotypical don't really know what that means.
Grumble.

Ok so here is a good one for you guys! A little back story here, I got the truck about a year ago, ran great until late September 2022. Had a hot no start, turned out after re-sealing the entire HPO system that it was the upper injector o-rings. It has been great since November 2022! And I recently found out the the truck has gotten a new EGR valve, EGR cooler, oil cooler, new #1 injector, all injector lowers resealed, new HPOP and new transmission in February 2022. Had the service history pulled from my long time friend that is the service manager at my local FORD dealership. Well now I have a no start when the engine is cold/not weather. All the PIDS are correct except the IPR and ICP. IPR at .84 and ICP at 390-440psi. High pressure oil leak right? But wait there's more! When the engine is at operating temp and I shut it down, it will fire right back up....every time! It did struggle a few days ago after sitting for 8 hours at work. Now it will not start unless the engine is warm. I did get it going today after doing a bad thing, I used Either, don't judge me on that! Again it starts every time until the engine cools down. If it was a HPO leak wouldn't it also show when the engine is warm/hot? I'm at a loss here!

This is a burner for somewhat obvious reasons. I love my girlfriend and she loves me. But sometimes after a lot of affectionate cuddling and making out I can get kinda drained of it, not to say I don't enjoy it, it just becomes a little boring or tiresome after a while. When I try to back away or look interested in something else while we are laying in bed or sitting on the couch she'll just stare at me and wait for me to turn my head back to her so we can continue making out. I suppose this is kind of a non-problem-problem but some advice woule be nice!

Let me start this off by saying no, this is not some PTSD-induced incident. No, it's not the stress. No, I'm not crazy and you need to listen to me before, this happens to someone else. It all started several weeks ago during the best day of my life. The day I found out that I was pregnant with my first child. Everything was amazing, we called both of our parents. We threw a party. We celebrated, and we were filled with joy and amazement. Then we went to the doctor, everything was fine with the child, but there was a problem. You see when I was 8, I was diagnosed with a generalized anxiety disorder and prescribed Alprazolam. This could cause complications with the pregnancy, and I could no longer take the drug. Instead, I would swap over to a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor that would still work without affecting my baby. So, I swapped over to the new medication and went on with my life. Now it didn't work as well as the previous ones and I would still find myself being overwhelmed, but I could cope with it.
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During all this Greg, my husband, was amazing. He did everything to help make my life easier, from the big things like taking over most chores around the house to small things like rubbing my feet after a long day at work, just staring into the deep wells of his bright sky-blue eyes would make my worries disappear, he was my rock. Then we got an unexpected phone call. Greg’s father, Travis had a nasty fall in his garage, damaging his spinal cord. He needed emergency surgery and even in the best case, he would stay wheelchair-bound for several months. Travis lives alone down in Florida and he had no one to take care of him. So we did the only thing we could. Greg took a leave from work and flew down to Florida to take care of him while he recovered from his surgery. And while this might sound selfish, I was really worried about what I would do without him. And soon, that tiny house we lived in began to feel like a giant, empty mansion. And I never felt as alone as I did in those weeks. I would come home every day after work. From some microwave food or order out from some delivery service. And then I would sit alone on the couch and watch TV until I fell asleep. Wake up and do it all again. Not the healthiest thing for an expecting mother, I suppose.
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And then one particularly stormy night, as I was coming home from work, The rain was cascading down it seemed like it was some sort of torrential rainfall or some terrifying storm that was blowing in. The wind was howling. Thunder cracked in the distance. A freezing gust breeze blew through the neighborhood. The trees swayed, bent, and cracked under the weight of that wind. It seemed like it would be one hell of a storm. And then I saw it. Sitting in the corner of the driveway. This little cat. It was a tiny black cat. And he looked so small, and drenched by this torrential downpour. And I felt so bad for the little guy. He must be so cold. So I got out of the car. Quickly ran over to him and surprisingly, he didn't flinch or run away. He just sat there staring at me with those large amber eyes. I quickly scooped him up into my arms and carried him inside. He looked a bit malnourished. He was thin and scrawny, with his fur matted against his body, completely soaked. So I got out my hair dryer and a towel. I set it to a low heat and dried the cat. I then got him some food, an old can of tuna we had in the cupboard. Now at first, the cat was somewhat catatonic. It seemed that the severe cold and malnourishment left him in a bit of a state. But I tried to be very gentle gave him some food and I put him in an old cardboard box with a blanket inside, and left him alone so he could rest.
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After my escapades with this animal, I made myself a quick microwaved dinner, turned on the TV, sat down, and flipped to one of my shows. Eventually, the pictures on the screen began to blur as my eyes began to droop down, with the relaxing pitter-patter of the rainfall and howling winds outside. As my eyelids drooped lower and lower down I drifted off into dreams.
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But this dream was different. it was a strange dream, something I'd never felt before. And I awoke with a start, terrified. My heart was beating out of my chest and my breath was coming hard and fast. It was a nightmare like I've never felt before. Now, I don't remember any monsters or people hunting me or anything like that, not even any visual from the dream. The only thing that I could recall. Was a feeling of something watching me, something very, very hungry watching. And I jerked open my eyes looking around in a panic. And froze, as my blood ran cold, sitting next to me on the couch was that cat. Staring up at me with those large amber eyes, but these eyes weren’t normal. There was something wrong with them. Something all too human in them. I freaked out, jumped up, and backed away from it. Now don't judge me too hard for this, But I ran out of the room, opened the front door, grabbed a broom from the cupboard, and chased the cat out of my house into the dark cold rainstorm. Then I slammed the door behind me locking it tight. Only when that strange animal was outside could I relax again. Eventually, when I sat back on the couch and started thinking it all through, I felt so stupid. It was just a cat. That weird human-like intelligence behind its eyes, that that was just my imagination, just something left over from that nightmare and I honestly reacted badly and I shouldn't have chased him out. Well, it's too late now, and after about an hour of sitting on the couch again and watching some more shows, I eventually fell asleep again.
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Now when I woke up in the morning, I had all but forgotten of the cat. So I woke up, got off the couch, and did my normal morning routine. I had a shower, got dressed, made myself some breakfast, and then got ready to leave. When I reached for the handle to open the front door, something was wrong. I heard something moving outside the door. It wasn't big, it wasn't a loud sound. It was as if some small animal had started running away from my front door, and I remember the cat and felt really bad. The poor animal must have been out there all night trying to avoid the rainstorm. I could hear him running away, and I couldn't do much at this point. So I opened the door, took my keys, and went to work. From then on though it kept happening. Every time got home from work I would hear the cat around, always outside of my eyesight, but I could always hear him there in the background. When I would leave for work, he would run away from the front door. When I got back, he would run away into the bushes in the corner of the driveway. I didn't really see the cat again, not for at least two weeks. But I could always hear him, and it bothered the hell out of me. I did try to befriend him again. Getting some catnip from a local pet store and some cat food which I left outside. I hoped maybe I could repair the damage I did to my relationship with this cat. But things didn't get better. In fact, they got a lot worse.
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But eventually, I did see the cat again. I was making dinner for myself, and outside the window of the kitchen, I saw it sitting there in the corner in the shadows. Those large amber eyes stared up at me from the bushes. And it filled me with some strange dread. Those eyes look wrong. The moment our eyes met he bolted back into the shadows, disappearing from my view. And this pattern continued. At times when I would think I was alone, I would get this strange feeling of being watched. I went I would take the initiative and start searching. I would always, invariably find those large amber eyes staring at me. Through a window, or a crack in the door. The only place I felt safe was in my bedroom. So I stopped watching TV at night. And then even that changed. You see, after a particularly bad day at work when I was feeling so overwhelmed. I got home, I got in bed and I just wanted to fall asleep and forget the world. Then I heard some scratching. That wasn't possible. I was on the second floor of the house. There was a window, but there were no trees outside of it. There was no easy access to it. It isn't something you could easily climb or access. Yet I heard something at that window. And when I looked over, I saw a pair of large amber eyes staring at me. Which then bolted, dropping two stories to the ground miraculously and then running off into the shadows again. This was not possible. However, the hell did it get to my window?
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At that point, I had had enough. I called the pest control specialist and told them there was a stray cat in my yard and I wanted it gone. Their large, burly man came one day in a beat-up truck. Screeched down the driveway, pulling in and stopping for Huff. The man peeled himself out of the car a large and overweight man that seemed covered in scratches and scars from who knows what. He seemed perfect for what I needed. I told him there was this cat and I needed it to go anyway, doesn't matter how. He looked at me and I could tell he was thinking I was on hysteric Karen, but I didn't care. He said with a grunt. Sure, I'll handle it. I'll put up some traps outside. It’ll be gone in the morning.
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But the strange thing was I never did see that man again. He did place some traps around my yard, but he never did collect them. I called his company's number, but nobody ever answered, and I had to assume he'd probably fled town for some or another reason and forgotten all about my job. but to his credit, the cat didn't show up again. At least not for the next week. But when he did return it was so much worse. You see, he stopped hiding as much from me. I would catch him watching me more often, and when our eyes met, he would wait for a bit, watch, and turn around and walk away. The more he watched me, the more I watched him back, and the more I noticed strange things about it. Yes, it had those strange human-like eyes, but there was more to it. Now that I started paying attention, I noticed that its front paws were longer than they should be. They honestly look a lot like the length of human arms would be. it just tucked them into his fur so you don't notice normally. Then there were its paws, I could swear it looked like there were almost thumb-like growths on the side of them.
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Honestly, at that point I was pretty scared, so I called another pest control specialist. Which sent out another person. After a few days, they told me there were no cats around, they couldn't find anything and there was nothing to remove. Bloody idiot. So I tried another company and then another. At that point, I had tried at least seven different pest control agents and none of them could find this bizarre cat. But strangely at this point was starting to get less scared of the creature, it did deeply disturb me, but at the same time, it was always at a distance. It never approached me. Sure, it did watch me, and that scared me. But it never did anything. So even though I saw it, I stopped feeling threatened by it. I just felt that it was wrong. So, I decided that I would put it out of my head that this was a source of stress I didn't need and I would just ignore the animal and forget about it.
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It largely helped. Even though I kept seeing the creature, I stopped getting scared and I stopped really doing anything about it. I just figured that it's a weird cat and I'll leave it alone. But that was a mistake. I should have gotten the hell out of there. I should have gotten a gun and shot the bloody thing. I don't know what I should have done, but I shouldn't have done what I did. Because the cat started getting more comfortable, it stopped running when it caught my gaze. It stopped fleeing every time I was around it. I would find it watching me for longer, but I just kept ignoring it. And then one night, I awoke in the early morning, but something was very, very wrong. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. It was dark, but I could still see a faint light coming in from the curtains. But I couldn't move.
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My arms wouldn't respond. My legs didn't move. I couldn't roll over or move my head. I could just lie there and blink. Now at first, I panicked, and I was freaking out, I tried desperately to figure out what was happening. But after a few minutes, I realized this had happened before. When I was a child. There were a few nights when I was affected by sleep paralysis. Where I would wake up and for a few minutes I wouldn't be able to move until eventually I would regain control of my body and I'd be fine. So, I just have to wait it out and not stress.
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So, I lay there for a few seconds. Until a sound, broke the dead silence of the night. The sharp sound of breaking glass, but no footsteps, no sounds of people, nothing like that. It was just breaking glass. And then? The door handle moved. But there were no sounds of footsteps, just the rattle of the handle. The door slowly pushed open with a loud creek as a small black form slithered into the room. A pair of glowing amber eyes caught my gaze, and I could swear you could see a small furry grin appear on its catlike muzzle. At that moment, I could see it in his eyes. Not just a human-like intelligence, but a hunger? Next, the creature did something so bizarre, it stood up on its hind legs and slowly with the grace of an old-timey gentleman sauntered over to the bed, disappearing from my view. Then something slithered up onto the bed underneath the covers. I could see it, I couldn’t move or even scream, but I could hear the crinkle of the bed sheets as it pushed its way toward me. Then an excruciating pain filled my stomach, the pain was unbearable and never-ending it felt like something was tunneling through my flesh until eventually, I blacked out.
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I awoke in a blood-soaked bed; with a shaky hand, I grabbed my cell phone and dialed an ambulance. After hours of tests, the doctors told me, I had a sleep paralysis incident, leading to a panic attack which caused a miscarriage. I was in a horrible state, full of fear and a deep hatred of that monster, I wanted nothing more than revenge. So, I left the hospital and went to a gun store. Apparently, I couldn’t get a gun that day, but I could get a crossbow, So I bought what I could get, a hunting crossbow with some bolts, and headed home. But that thing didn’t show up. I waited for hours. So I sat down at my computer and started writing this, crossbow at my side and waiting for the familiar feeling of being watched. After hours I finally did feel it again and looked up out my window to see not one but two pairs of eyes. One glowing amber pair and one sky-blue pair, the exact same shade of sky-blue I’ve seen a thousand times before. I froze staring at the uncanny human intelligence of the sky-blue eyes and felt a strange familiarity to it. After a few seconds, the pair fled back into the shadows leaving me sitting here in tears. What should I do?

My wawa has the highest homeless population in the area. There’s a woods in the back they camp in. They are usually taking up space in the picnic area. They also treat the bathroom as a hotel shower. I feel bad for them but what ticks me off is them not cleaning up after themselves. There’s always cigarettes and drinks laying on the floor or tampons and hair in the bathroom. We deal with his everyday. Everyone abuses the coffee island and fountain drink area. I clean it and it only lasts a good ten minutes. There was this one man who took dry napkins without asking me, he blew his nose. I didn’t realize until I went to set a drink on the bev table that he left the damn used towel on the table. There was only one person in deli , 7 pages back but I had to wait since the register person called out and I’m usually the one they like to move around. The LCSA tried to kick a woman out the picnic area, she slapped him and then shat on the bushes. Then they were telling me the AM was angry that the whole store was a mess. Like dude I wish you could spend a full day with us to see what we have to go through just to keep our head above the water.

Life is boring
I (18m) kind of feel like i'm just waiting until i get older, i had a vision the other day of me being like 35 years old with a wife and 3 kids sitting down at a beach watching the sunset with one of those big camper vans made for road trips.
I cant wait until i get there tbh but i'm so bored with life atm, most (not all) of my friends are assholes and school is sooooo boring, i'll finish it after a year and then i was planning on working for 1 semester, then going to a folk high school abroad for 1 semester and then going to an university in that same country. I'm looking forward to the folk high school and uni but the wait until will be so boring.
Usually throughout my life my 'purpose' has basically just been to find a girl and settle with them, i ended things with my ex not too long ago and since then i have been feeling kinda lost, i want to find a new girl but i also dont because i know its too early and i havent really gotten over her yet and also there are barely any girls around where i live.
Of course i know it's not good that that is my 'purpose' but it's not like i can change that.
I kinda just feel so bored day to day and feel like i have no purpose.

First I've been waiting for my 18 birthday. Than for leaving from my parents house. Then for the any job opportunity that I could combine with university studying. I've lost hope to start transition before 20, but I've got hope that at least I will be able to start it in a few years - and now the government in my country concealing the legal process of transition at all. I feel like I just would never be able to start living as me, I will always be waiting and waiting and waiting. I feel like I've lost my teenage years, and now I feel like I'm losing my adult years as well

I think of all the the amnesia games released; this has the most post launch potential.
its a great, haunting story on its own, but you can also look at its a series of connected mechanics and systems perfectly designed and ripe for tinkering and modding and it seams almost like a tech demo (in a good way) where devs are teaching us what's possible and trying to teach players how to use these systems in creative ways. ive never been or considered modding before this but this game sold me on giving it a try. cant wait to see what modders are cooking up on this. theres a lot of ingredients here to cook up some real good story telling scenarios. i hope the devs consider re-using these systems again in another game, it would allow them to focus more on the narrative.
also im sure the speed running videos are gonna be bonkers

I (18m) kind of feel like i'm just waiting until i get older, i had a vision the other day of me being like 35 years old with a wife and 3 kids sitting down at a beach watching the sunset with one of those big camper vans made for road trips.
I cant wait until i get there tbh but i'm so bored with life atm, most (not all) of my friends are assholes and school is sooooo boring, i'll finish it after a year and then i was planning on working for 1 semester, then going to a folk high school abroad for 1 semester and then going to an university in that same country. I'm looking forward to the folk high school and uni but the wait until will be so boring.
Usually throughout my life my 'purpose' has basically just been to find a girl and settle with them, i ended things with my ex not too long ago and since then i have been feeling kinda lost, i want to find a new girl but i also dont because i know its too early and i havent really gotten over her yet and also there are barely any girls around where i live.
Of course i know it's not good that that is my 'purpose' but it's not like i can change that.
I kinda just feel so bored day to day and feel like i have no purpose.

Might seem off topic, but I think getting parts from faraway is a common requirement of the job yeah? For prototyping especially. DHL just nailed me with a bill that was massive for two small boxes. I don't need it to arrive in 5 days usually. I've had this problem many, many times now. Usually ordering samples on alibaba. I don't know why they cannot use whatever service the aliexpress guys use, whatever it's faults it's cheap if you can wait a solid month.
I'm ordering bearings, motors, stuff like that. It has to be very particular parts in some cases that are not available from other sources.

I've had the worst customer experience ever in buying a pixel 7a from u/mintmobile.I was sent what i consider a seriously defective phone, i had very concerning issues from the day i set up the phone. I've repeatedly contacted mint and Google and i cannot get an RMA. So now I'm waiting on another phone, from another brand that i bought to swap my number to. I had to make a claim to my creditor to get my money back . Mint offers great deals on service , and a good deal on the phone too, but after spending over a week being ignored and neglected, after taking a new line of credit or to finance this garbage phone. I'll never buy another phone from mint. The techs and general customer service are horrible ,and I've been trying to get an RMA or solution to problems I'm having since day 1. I have no proper proof of purchase to give to Google, even after asking and getting a chat transcript sent to document when i was told I'd be given the rma and proof of purchase, i only recieved the chat transcript and a survey on the phone you will not take back in a timely fashion. and i switched from att for nothing at this point. I'm upset that you expect me to send a phone back before a replacement is issued too, you're not Google, stop that. You should have stuck to selling affordable service, and spent more money on salaries than marketing, imo. Because mint's lack of physical locations to run diagnostics, service, and exchange the phones makes me wonder why i didn't buy the phone elsewhere to begin with. I will keep the service and gladly stick with it as long as it works well on the new device i ordered elsewhere. I'm very unhappy with the measures i was forced to take, to say the least.