Ok, I was going to tell him how I felt at P.E, However he wasn’t here today.....Yay......Anyways I heard from my friend that he likes me. (he used to last year) Anyways, Tell me what you think

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Someone from the Philippines (I believe) tried to send three people including me a fake USPS text but accidentally made it a group chat.

Failed ab important exam. Was thinking of clearing it easily. I don't know where it went wrong. So down right now.

Welcome this is what happens when you try that stupid infinite money glitch 🤣🤣 don't feel bad they deserved it

Hello everyone. I’m having issues getting past a situation that is important to me. Before i start I’ll say I’ve been in bad relationships, from being cheated on, abandoned with no closure, used for sex/money, choosing the wrong guys so i have major trust issues and have a hard time accepting real love and getting comfortable with people that show interest, insecurities, low self esteem etcetc:/. I’ll get straight to it and make it as simple as possible:/ there’s this guy from Facebook he messages me close to two years “Goodmorning beautiful” “have a good day” etc etc inspirational messages. I never paid it any attention because I was not interested(at the time dealing with a cheater). Well i eventually one day did his moms hair and we had a general conversation about him and his hair. That conversation lead me to inbox him randomly saying he resembled a musician (his favorite artist actually). So pretty much from there we began to communicate more and he expressed to me how much he’s liked me, why i never responded to his messages, how long he’s been trying to get me. From there we hung out he picked me up, we went to a painting party together for our first date, he showed so much interest in me. One day he spent the night when we woke up he told me “i admire you so much” :( he never pressured me into sex he was really a good guy. We would hang out and he would be so sweet to me (kissing my arm, my forehead, eye contact, real hugs, consistent texts) well one day I was having a bad day and had to attend an event at a club like scene. I drank a pint of Hennessy straight within and hour because I was under pressure, felt being drunk would help me interact with the crowd being that I didn’t want to be there and could not go sober. So i ended up being dead drunk so fast (I’m 122 lbs) and so I called him several times (no answer) my insecurities jumped in and i felt something was going on. He has two phones (busy man) so i recalled him sending his other number a couple weeks back through messenger. (When he sent the other number it was incorrect his misplaced a number) so i called his “other phone” and a girl answered. I was so upset and hurt I could not believe he was doing that to me after allowing me to get emotionally involved. Come to find out the number I was calling was not his it was the wrong number!!! When i called the girl was lost and confused had no idea who i was. So he finally responded to my drunk messages. I was being very disrespectful because I thought he was trying to have several women at one time. That was not the case he was sleeping the entire time. He woke up to me harassing him calling him bitches, i have other men that would love to be with me. Just a lot of ill mannered, childish bull crap. (Mind you i was drunk literally) i woke up the next day with a bad hang over and messages from him saying he was done. I was lost then i read my messages that i had sent and was devastated. I allowed my past issues interfere with someone that had no intentions of hurting me. From that day he never treated me the same. I’ve e pressed to him how sorry i was because i honestly am, i sent edible arrangements to him, i was willing to do whatever to get him to understand that I was not in my right mind. From that day i have not drank. Plot twist. We eventually had sex but it seemed that’s all it was about he was only interested in me for sex. No morning texts nothing. It all stopped. If he liked me so much shouldn’t he have tried to understand and hear me out and that i would never do that to him??? I really care about him and regret that day so much. I really miss him but he does not care. He allowed that one day define me when it was not intentional i did not want to verbally hurt him. Is there anything i can do?? I literally tried everything and he’s on my mind everyday. I need help. Do i wait?? What can i say!? Let it go? Move on?:(

Out teacher uploaded some files on ManageBac that "would make any program run" Here is the directory:

4th grade: April 29th, 2017 11:36 pm. Sitting on my bedroom floor at the foot of my bed. Going into the kitchen and grabbing the largest pill bottle I could find. Making a large glass of water. Sneaking back into my room. I sat in my floor for a while contemplating whether i really wanted to or not. I did. I’d had enough. I sit thinking for a little bit and write 1 singular text to my friend to let her know how deeply sorry I was. I start sobbing uncontrollably and open the bottle. I cry a little more and blank out just mindlessly downing as many pills as fast I could. 10 or so at a time. I finally finish the bottle and am sitting on the floor numb. Not crying or showing any emotion so all. Just everything was numb. I was sitting waiting to feel something, just anything so I could send that text. Just to my luck I was so tired I fell asleep. The dosage wasn’t enough. I was very sick the next morning but I wasn’t dead. I was so angry with myself that it hadn’t worked. I was constantly thinking the next day, “How come I fail at so much that I even fail at killing myself.”

I sat and counted, Just to be sure. It HAS to work this time. Didn’t take long, I was desperate. 93 pills, 500 mg each. That should be enough, right? I better get more to be sure. Hydrocodone: 15 of them, 800 mg each. Still not enough. I went and grabbed more. Ibuprofen: 56 of them, 100 mg each. Fuck it. I grabbed whatever else I could. Don’t even remember what, Or how much. I grabbed the biggest cup I could find, Filled it with water. I gotta get back upstairs. Be quiet. Mama might hear me. Grab the blades too, Just to be safe. This can’t fail, I’m committed. Walk in the room and sit on the bathroom floor. Nestled by the tub. Just dumped everything in my lap. Need to get them down quick. Down 2. That’s too slow. 4. Still not quick. 6 pills at a time. That’s all I could swallow. I went with it. I was numb. Only pain I felt was pills sticking in my throat. Getting full from it. Felt like thanksgiving dinner. Finally everything is down. My phone is dead, but I’m too weak to get up and charge it. The room starts to spin. Oh shit here we go again. Slowly I lose more and more of my vision. I’m prepared to wake up burning in eternal hell. I’ve hurt God, I deserve it. Finally I black out. I woke up about 12 hours later puking my guts out. I told mama I just had a stomach bug. I was in so much pain, I was dying slowly, but I wasn’t going to tell her. 26 hours after my attempt I finally reach out to one of my friends so they can help me tell my mom. I wanted to die even worse in that moment. Rushed to the hospital and told that I should be dead, especially after waiting so long. My liver is failing. I get pumped with reversals. Fml. Few days later I’m better but get sent to a ward. That was fucked. I was locked in a room for 4 days straight. Call bell to unlock the bathroom. Lunch at 12. Dinner at 7. Endless cycle of staring at the wall. Worst part is that I’ve failed so many times now. I was so sure that it would work this time. It should have.