I live in a major city in Ontario, Canada. I started working at 15 years old in High School up until I graduated University and got my first "adult" job. I worked mostly part-time aside from some full-time contract gigs in the summer months/breaks while off of school. I worked retail/grocery/food sales, summer camp coordination, services etc. and often jumped jobs in hopes to obtain different experiences. I encountered a lot of downright abusive management and got fired a handful of times. At one point I was so sick of the mistreatment that I even contacted a pro-bono employment lawyer, but they were no help. I was also advocating for a "student" or under-18 union of sorts just to protect the younger workers from predatory and explotative management/work as a lot of the younger coworkers I encountered had no clue of what their rights were as employees at the time. I still hold strong views of protecting younger or part-time workers and would love to see some sort of protections in place.
Sometimes I feel like I could write a book about the horrible mistreatment I went through. Starting from one of my earliest jobs (not necessarily the worst of it) 17 years ago at a discount clothing retailer in a major mall, there were 2 head store managers that fed off of eachother. They were probably in their late 30s eatly 40s. One of them - I'll just call her A - was very passive aggressive and held strong delusions of grandeur, constantly explaining how her parents were rich as a way to one-up her lowly employees as well as let us know how much better she was than us. Apparently she lived in a large mansion with peacocks roaming the grounds (very odd). I was not a naive kid and this always struck me as overtly uncanny considering the job she held in the type of discount clothing store we worked in, but what did I know. For the most part A was nice although crass and inappropriately sarcastic, but she was the worst when manager B was around. B was in your face mean and one could never do anything right by her. She never thanked you, always belittled you and constantly made sure you knew you were replaceable. I would have to fold and refold clothing to B's standards, mop the floor 3 times over, and climb 10 ft+ ladders by myself (with no fall arrest training) to reach product on the floor or in the back. B would make our schedules and post them up on the wall in our back staff room. Never ask for time off because it just wouldn't happen. I want to emphasize that I was never an unruly person and genuinely tried my best at whatever job I held. For some reason B had it out for me. She would post up our schedules and then modify my hours without telling me. Since I worked part-time I was not on the floor enough to see any changes posted so I often missed shifts, came in on days off, or showed up late. B also made it a point to highlight my name in yellow and single me out as the only individual not adhering to my hours. A and B would often snicker and gossip behind my back while on the floor just quietly and out of earshot enough so that I could faintly hear what they were saying. The scheduling issues persisted long enough to where I was written up and promptly fired. This was after about 1 year of employment well outside of any probationary period. I was so upset about this that I actually called the District Manager to air out my grievances and attempt to file a complaint. Smart phones with high resolution cameras were not a thing at this time, so any picture evidence I had of my tampered schedules were pixelated messes of garbage that I couldn't use. The DM obviously sided with A and B because why would they care?
At the end of the day I found new employment quickly, as I often did, but man if I could go back in time to talk to my younger self I would let her know she was doing her damn best... And that unfortunately this was only the beginning of what would be years of struggles.

So now that WH has decided he wants to concentrate on his marriage off his own back, he seems to think everything will slowly fall into place. I can't actually comprehend the fact that he secretly carried on with the A even after I confronted him. I don't know how to take this??
Also his "reason" apparently that he has supposedly discussed in his therapy (again I don't know much about what he has or hasn't done yet) is that he missed how we were, date nights, time spent together etc etc....basically kids came along my attention was focused on them, home and work. It caused huge arguments as I felt he was not pulling his weight and I was left to pick up all the burden. Instead of pulling his finger out he's gone off to have an A....and continued with it until recently (he says - I am verifying it as I don't trust him anymore)
I don't know the point of this post. Some insight from other WS who continued with A for whatever reason hut then subsequently reconciled would be amazing. Same from any BSs.....

The traditional way of valuing any asset is the price the highest bidder is willing to pay for it. This applies for houses, cars, stocks when they’re trading under normal circumstances, and pretty much anything else you can think of.
There are very few instances where the seller gets to determine the price. This only happens when the buyer is forced to buy the asset, they have no other option.
Think of someone selling bottles of water to someone stranded in the desert - they can name their price. They buyer has no choice.
In a short squeeze, the price is determined by the seller - as shorts desperately attempt to close their runaway losing positions, paying whatever price they have to. And to add fuel to the fire, they have to compete with FOMO longs desperate to get in on the action.
When Bobby finally launches, never forget that you are fully in control. You own an asset that the shorts will be desperate to buy. Forget about meme numbers like $69 or $420. Hold to make them suffer for the years of theft we’ve witnessed day in, day out.
Fuck all of them.

I recently started being treated for BPD w/DBT therapy. On top of that, things have been extremely rough w/my Alcoholic Bipolar 1 partner for about 2 years w/his custody & DUI court cases. He recently started a new job w/his best friend. I was extremely excited for him to start this new adventure & thought his best friend would be a good influence. They went out of town the other day for work. I called when I got off work to check in with him. He claimed I harassed him when asking where he ate lunch & what he’d like about the lunch spot (Hooter’s). I thought I was being cute & funny & was in no way upset. I don’t hear from him the rest of the evening. Business partner’s wife asked me if I heard from them & if I would track them (only she & I knew I could track him on a different device & totally understand my wrong of crossing this boundary of his). They started at Top Golf & an hour later were at the strip club a mile away. I mentioned to her, not knowing she had a huge issue with this & her hubs. I am not being blamed for ruining their marriage, possibly the business. My partner called me & allowed his business partner to scream at me calling me a POS, I can explain to her kids why his family is broken apart, etc. My partner told me I’m not his wife, partner or girlfriend because if so, I would have never told her. I receive a lot of blame as is. I’m hurt. I miss the man I fell in love with.

If it weren’t for a killer urban legend, Tina and I would celebrate Valentine’s Day on the 14th
Honestly, I was enjoying a bit of human company after several hours of driving alone, four years ago. Correction. I was trying to enjoy human company. I couldn't identify what was out of sync about Ernestburgh and its inhabitants so I wrote it off to me being picky. I am picky. That's why I was looking this far away from home for the location of my much needed warehouse. I wasn't about to spend the money demanded for run down buildings in my hometown. My odometer assured me I was 114 miles from home. In Ernestburgh. Which isn't in my GPS or on any online map I called up.
Cindy the gas station cashier dropped the cash into my hand and wished me a happy day. Then, haltingly, as if going off script and unsure about doing so, she asked, "What brought you here?"
"Good question," I said, jamming the change into my jacket's inside pocket, "I'm in the market for a warehouse, around 1,000 square feet. Anything like that in town?"
"Let the young lady be on her way," a deep voice boomed behind me. My stomach jumped, although I think I remained calm on the outside as I turned around. A tall, muscular man was nodding at Cindy and me. "Don't mind her, Miss, sometimes we forget our manners here, being we all know each other. You know how that is." He chuckled, although his eyes never smiled. To me, he looked smug. I didn't appreciate that.
"Where are my manners?" I laughed, sticking my hand out to start a handshake. "I'm Lydia from the next town over. And you are?"
He stared at my hand for several seconds before taking it in a quick handshake. "Name's Hopper, Miss Lydia, good to meet you. My wife Cora tells me I need to socialize more and work less, but, you know how it is, I'm sure." He released my hand.
He sounded like he looked, smug. Part of me wanted to egg him on. But I took a breath before speaking and told him I was looking for a motel room for the night. His demeanor softened. "The Deu Lake Inn just reopened after renovations. Go right from our parking lot, left at the second stop sign. Ask for Room Number 103. It overlooks the Lake. Hope you're an early riser. Sunrise over the Lake is unforgettable this time of year!"
Ernestburgh didn't have street lights so the stop signs were a little hard to see but I managed to find the dirt road that ended at Deu Lake Inn's parking lot. That clicked for me. If I landed MoonDoor's warehouse here, the Inn and the entire old school vibe of Ernestburgh would be an easy sell to increase tourism. Especially to boomers.
Annie McIntosh greeted me at the front desk and offered me 10 % off on my stay, which I gratefully accepted. Annie called in Enzio Morton to take my 'overnight bag' to my room and make sure the air conditioning was working. I said I wasn't worried, since it was February 9 and I would rather the room was heated. Annie's response was the a/c was just installed and it being such new technology, staff needed to make sure it worked. I chuckled a little then noticed she probably wasn't joking so I stopped, rather awkwardly.
Annie busied herself with paperwork and actively avoided talking to me after that. Knowing that someone named Enzio had to accompany me to my room, I checked out the only photo on the wall. It was a black and white photo of a man who looked eerily familiar. He wore an odd white bucket hat with the brim pushed away from his face. He had dark hair with full, choppy bangs, eyebrows raised over large eyes opened wide, a nondescript nose and mouth open as if he was either talking or gawking.
It hit me: That was Bob Denver, when he was Gilligan from Gilligan's Island, a 1960s sitcom.
A document attached to the photo frame was titled "Official History and Lore of Our Founding Father". It explained 'Captain' Johnny Ernest spent his entire life in Ernestburgh. His parents raised him on their local farm, before the town existed. Deu Lake Inn was built over his family's farm property. He was orphaned at the age of 11 and lived alone for the rest of his life. He spent 25 years building the earliest homes, post office and stage coach station for what became known as Ernestburgh. Since his death, he returns every year to eat the living being he names. The town would not and could not exist without him, according to the document.
What the hell.
"Miss Annie," I asked, unwilling to be taken in by a local prank, "is that all there is to this story?"
Annie lifted her head, smiling widely. "Yes," she said brightly, "that's our Founding Father, Captain Ernest. Once a year he returns, eats whatever living being he names, then he returns to his beloved lake until the next February 10th."
'Eats whatever living being he names.' I felt fear without knowing its origin, something I don't often experience. I turned to face the Inn's entrance so I could avoid both Annie and Captain Ernest. Enzio appeared soon after. He got me to Room 103, confirmed the a/c was good, and I was left on my own for the night.
I opened the sports bag of spare essentials I always left in my vehicle. It stems from having to be prepared to run for my life when I was younger. Some habits are hard to break. It allowed me to change into a t shirt for that night. I grabbed the remote and jumped into bed.
Covers up to my neck, horror movie marathon playing quietly in the background, I was ready to relax. That's when I remembered my odometer. Part of my being picky is me recording my mileage at the end of every journey. My odometer registered exactly 114 miles from home to Ernestbugh. Based on memory, I'd travelled mostly westbound from home. And online maps clearly showed a large, well-known city 40 miles west of my place. Seems likely I would have noticed that city, had it been in my way during my travels.
Also, traveling no more than 50 miles per hour, my trip should have taken two and a half hours, three tops if I slowed down, got stuck in traffic jams or stopped a lot. That wasn't how my drive went at all. I left home at 10 a.m. and drove non-stop until I arrived at Ernestburgh nine hours later, just before 7 p.m.
Once again, what the hell.
I called up my dashcam footage and fast forwarded through the day's journey. There was scenery I recognized, close to home, then about five hours of static, then scenery that I recalled driving into Ernestburgh. The first time I watched it, I didn't believe it. Had to be a technical glitch. The third time I watched it, my muscles tightened for fight or flight. As much as I wanted to leave immediately, I realized I'd do better to wait until morning. I set my phone alarm for 6:45 a.m. and plugged in my phone to recharge, then spent a long time staring at the ceiling.
My alarm rang a bit too early for my liking and I didn't remember setting the ring tone to 'growls and groans'. The time on my phone was 5:45 a.m. so it wasn't my alarm. For a second I attributed the noise to the horror movie marathon I'd selected for the room's TV. Nope. TV must have shut itself off while I was asleep.
I heard it again. A growl, thunderous and a bit muffled, coming from the back of the Inn where my window faced. Expecting an incoming thunderstorm, I opened the curtains a bit and stared for a second or two at a huge bubble sitting on the lake. A face smiled at me from inside the bubble. A face. In a bubble. On a lake. Smiling at me. So much wrong.
After the fastest shower ever, I shoved all my gear into my sports bag and threw on my coat. I ran to the back of the Inn with all my gear and my phone (charge cord still attached, alarm shut off) at the ready. The beach, such as it was, was about a two minute jog from the back of the Inn and extended for quite a bit before meeting the water. There was a large bubble sitting on the water's surface, a significant distance from the shore. This was the same bubble I'd seen out the window. It kept getting larger, as did the face in it.
I was trying to focus my phone's camera when I heard someone speaking behind me. Annie, the front desk clerk, asked if I was ready to check out.
"Um, Annie, do you see that?" I said as gently as I could, pointing at the bubble. As soon as I looked at it, I couldn't look away. Annie didn't answer my question but she did keep talking. She said check out prior to 11:25 a.m. was fine but I had to pay now. I asked her how much and she didn't answer, which prompted me to look directly at her.
The growling started again. Of course it was much louder than I'd heard in my room. Annie frowned but stood firm, hand out, palm up. I looked back at the lake and the bubble had moved much closer to shore, almost touching dry land. It was huge, and the face now had a full body with arms and legs. Still smiling, it pointed at me with its left arm.
My blood ran cold. I heard Annie's voice but couldn't understand the words. The bubble drew ever closer. The growls were so loud, I clamped my hands over my ears but still couldn't stop staring at the face. It seemed so familiar.
Annie might have stopped talking, I don't know. All I could hear with my hands on my ears was muffled growling. I knew she was still there because she had grabbed my right arm with both hands and pulled fiercely. Even so, I kept staring at the bubble that had stopped rolling when it made land.
The growling continued.
Annie tugged until my right hand fell away from my ear. She screamed it wasn't her time as she released my arm. At that time I didn't know if she stayed or left because I was still watching the bubble.
A crack formed, splitting the bubble in half vertically. Within a blink or two, the bubble split open and the growling changed to a low, gravelly human voice. "Annie! Annie McIntosh!" the being said. Its finger no longer pointed at me, but to my right. I felt compelled to glance beside me and sure enough, there was Annie. Her hands were balled up into fists, pushing on her temples. She was crying and shaking, and I felt genuine terror just looking at her.
"Annie McIntosh, it is your time!" the being announced as it took two steps towards her. I'm ashamed to say I felt a brief moment of relief that the being wasn't aiming at me before I realized it appeared to be hellbent on getting Annie. She was now screaming wordlessly, seemingly unable or unwilling to run.
In that moment, two things occurred to me. The being was an exact replica of the black and white photo of the town's founding father. And if the urban legend was correct, 'Captain' Johnny Ernest can only eat one person per year. He names that person before eating them. Since he'd already named Annie, I figured I was safe at least for that year, and tried to distract him. Maybe Annie could escape and live another year.
I screamed at him, "Captain, you're dead, you don't need to eat anymore!" It was the best I could think of at the time. I put my hands on Annie's left arm and tried to drag her away with me. No luck, she felt like she was cemented to the spot.
Meanwhile, Captain Ernest continued to take huge steps towards us. I'm used to living with and around weird things, but this went beyond weird. Gilligan wanted to eat someone and he seemed focused on Annie.
Something in me broke. I screamed I was sorry to Annie and took off at a full run. I didn't stop running until I got to the back of the Inn. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was morbid curiosity, but I had to take one last look back.
Captain Ernest was still at least two of his steps away from her when he grabbed her.
She was still screaming when he dropped her into his mouth.
I folded two ten dollar bills under the phone on the Inn's front desk then jumped into my car and peeled out. When I got to Ernestburgh's main street I turned left. A right turn would have taken me back to Ernestburgh and that was a huge nope for me. As soon as I saw something resembling a freeway, I took the eastbound route and didn't stop until I was home.
The trip home took two hours and added 114 miles to the odometer. My dashcam worked just fine that whole time. The previous day's footage came up as 'corrupted' when I tried to access it. I spent the next four days in bed, waiting for Tina to return from her mother’s.
Tina's mother recovered quickly and Tina came home on day five. She asked me to retrace my steps with her in the car. No matter what we did, we couldn't find Ernestburgh. I searched for obituary notices about Annie McIntosh until Tina said I might be reaching unhealthy levels of 'need to know' when, in fact, I don't need to know. And she was right.
But every February 9th and 10th since then, she and I spend those days together, at home, without guests. We stay in bed, watch our fav horror movies and eat whatever we want. It's our customized version of Valentine's Day.
Author's note: Find me at LG Writes, Odd Directions and Write_Right

I had a really rough childhood. Growing up with autism, everyone (but me) knew I was different. I was bullied ever since I was a child, and in doing so took my pain out on people who may not have necessarily been trying to hurt me. I have lost many friends because I felt they too were trying to bully me, only to realize now at 20 that they were not.
I don’t blame myself- I was a scared and confused kid in middle school who was so used to being hurt I didn’t know how to handle it when people liked me only to think that they must be lying. I cut off most of the people off from my school days, and now in college it makes me quite sad, because I realize that I miss them and wish I could still talk to them.
There aren’t a lot, maybe 5-10 people, that I really want to reach out to. I’m trying not to think about how hard it will be (I have no way to find them besides a first name, if that), but I do want to reach out. I don’t want to send them a sappy “I’m sorry I pushed you out of my life message” but I do want to send them something letting them know I have been thinking about them and miss them.
I was reluctant at first because I felt like it might make them uncomfortable, but my mom spoke to me (who is a buddhist and I am just now starting to delve into it as well and it’s been life changing, by the way. I’ve seen so much about forgiveness and how freeing it can be and this is what made me want to do this). She talked about how she drunkenly reached out to an old friend on facebook and sent her a long paragraph about how she is sad they fought and missed her, and her friend responded and they’ve been very close ever since (this happened five years ago, so it made me think it’s never too late).
My only issue is I don’t know what to say. It’s easy to want to do this but actually writing what I would say is hard, and I come to a complete blank when I actually try. Does anyone have advice on what to say or tel them that won’t sound like I’m just doing it to make myself feel better? Because that’s not what it is at all, and I don’t want to give that impression.

I'm bisexual. I like girls (I'm a girl) and I like guys. I told one of my friends that I was bi, and even though she was iffy about it, I was fine. She was raised in a family where being gay is not okay (so was I which made my journey harder). I told her not to go tell anyone unless I have her permission, to which she nodded along and said ok. I was happy, and came out, over the next week, to another bunch of my close friends. I went on my life, until two weeks later, a girl whom I was 'friends' with (quotation marks because I don't consider her my friend, but we have the kind of respect you'd have for your collegues), came up to me and asked if I had a girlfriend.
I was taken aback. I told her I didn't, to which she asked me how I found out I was bi. I then asked her how she knew I was bi, and she said "Oh, Anna (fake name) told me)." I was furious, but after calming myself down, I went to Anna, and pulled her to the upstairs part of the library. No one was there; it was nearing the end of break and the librarians were downstairs) and asked her why she did it. She frowned and replied "Well it was already so obvious." I was even angrier now, but I explained as calm as I could that it felt like our trust was broken because of her actions, and she got angry and told me that I was being a 'wuss' and no one had been homophobic to me. We both walked out.
A day later, I met up with these other girls who I came out to (they're the close friends I mentioned earlier) and they called me an A-hole for putting her on the spot and asking her like that. Apparantly Anna had told our group of friends what had happened. I told them that I PULLED HER ASIDE to a SECLUDED SPOT, to talk to her, I didn't see anything 'on the spot' about that. They told me I should have planned a meeting with her as it was rude and inconsiderate to pull her aside like that. I told them it was inconsiderate to out me like that, to which they said I was using 'word arguments' - a term they use when I use words to describe them that they don't like (homophobic, etc). I stormed off, and now I'm sitting on my bed, second questioning things. So, AITA?

Lonely, and stuck. 27 FTM.
Hey there lovely person reading this. I hope you take the time to read this and message me. Anyways...I'm Cameron (friends call me Cam) I'm a down to earth guy just looking for some friends. While I absolutely adore my partner.. I need someone else to talk to regularly. Here's a bit about me. Tell me about you. I hope I hear from you 🥹
Name; Cameron
Nickname; Cam
Age;27
Sexuality; omnisexual with a preference towards masculine presentating people
Gender ; nonbinary transmasc (male)
Pronouns; He/They
Relationship status; taken
Employment status; unemployed due to health issues
About me; I have a beautiful baby girl and 2 beautiful step kids. I'm Chronically ill.
I like gaming, I'm terrible at it tho,probably because I'm pretty new. Only playing a few games. (Sims 4,stardew valley, dying light, Diablo 3, skyrim,warframe)
I'm really into true crime. I love reading, studying and following cases.
I also love comedy (John Mullaney is hilarious) I'm really into photography, I cook and bake.
Music is everything to me. I listen mostly to rock(metal, pop punk, "dad rock")
Pet peeve/turn offs; ghosting/being left on read unnecessarily. Manipulative behavior, bullying, unsolicited pictures or saving my pictures without consent. Don't be toxic.
Social media; I have snapchat and discord and reddit. Snap; Cimcraft Reddit; u/turtlesarem3 Discord: Cameron Ajax#6468

DON’T MESSAGE ME IF YOU AREN’T LOOKING FOR LTR, I AM NOT INTO SEXTING OR OTHER WASTE OF TIME.
And of course I am going to lose interest on you if you reply 5 days later, for god’s sake. What are you playing?
Quick description and what are my interest before start my story:
Latin, young, slim, caucasian, brown eyes, black hair, 6’1”, 155 lbs, team bottom. Read again: I am 100 % bottom. I am not a top, I am not vers. I am total bottom.
Looking for: LTR, into mature men not into grandpas whose can’t even walk. Good hygiene, no stinky breath, no bad odor!
I get bored of lame replies I prefer you don’t say anything back tbh. Why you reach me out?
Why you full-fill my messages if you don’t even make an effort? I will leave the chat if it’s the case so if I don’t reply, you know why.
Oh and I don’t want to be an ornament in your snapchat or social media. I don’t want to receive every day a snap because you’re increasing your streak. I have a lot of ornaments already, I don’t want anymore. Thanks!
~~~And please understand I am not looking for penpals, or people who say “vent with me” I can call crisis emergency and do the same thing and it’s useless. I am not interested in making a friendship thru a phone, is not my goal here (talk with someone thru a phone over months).
I would like to start the convo knowing: your age/where are you located/what you’re looking for.
Hi stranger! I will tell you my story and at the end you probably gonna end thinking like me “life’s so ironic”.
I used to live in latin america, the reason I left my country are pretty obvious and here you go an explanation:
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYbStFMa/

1. I am not a trump supporter, I’m just using his speech because it’s accurate and people ask me “why you left your country” like they don’t even read news, so that’s the reason why I left my country.
2. I am not a politic person, to be honest. I don’t even care.

So when I used to be stuck in my country I got a lot of compliments about people saying “you pretty, wish you could be here, wish you could be in USA. Blah… blah… blah.”
I like foreigners since I am a kid… if I don’t remember bad. That’s the reason I tend to date people different from my continent… I don’t even like latin people, hell nah.
I am into people from america (USA), people from europe, and different continents. Because I just like things different to my culture. I feel attracted to new things, new languages.
So I felt very unlucky when I was stuck in my country and I concluded the problem was me being stuck in there.
So I finished my studies and got my degree and I did everything possible to come to the U.S. and I did it. I said, nice… so now I can find a person to be with and maybe would be easy because you know I know what I want and I am serious about finding a person for a LTR.
Here’s the funniest thing in the story: I started to date with guys, most of them pretty… they were attracted to me as well so it was kind of some connection until they started to ask about my personal life and I started to explain I came to the U.S. recently and I don’t have home/cajob because I am just starting my life in a new country where I don’t even have one soul I have met before. No family, no friends, nothing.
After a date, some men started to talk with me and my situation… and this is what I got from them:
“How can I take serious a person that it doesn’t have anything”, “you’re just looking for a chance in life”, “you’re a broken mf” (I felt attacked but people here’s rude so I prefer shut down myself), or after knowing that part of me… it’s like they’re not interested anymore or whatever. So I don’t wanna chase any man, it’s not my style and I am not that ugly, I just want something genuine. And somebody who can understand I am under a process and it won’t last forever.
I have met guys whose say they want a relationship and date someone and such but it’s like they only want a hookup and that’s all! I think I have more value than just a night and then being throw to the garbage.
Sometimes people it’s like “you don’t know what the hell do you want, you don’t know the power of your statement to hurt someone that is not in the same position like you”, “you don’t even have empathy for others being thru process”.
I won’t blame you, it’s something we develop during our growth. Is not something gonna happen overnight!
So if you’re in the process to meet someone, just don’t be a dick because you don’t know all the background and what have been with that person. ASK FIRST instead judging someone. There are people trying so hard but without tools to keep moving and carrying depression because they’re completely alone in a foreigner country.
Anyway, now that I am here in the U.S. I can see the problem wasn’t being stuck there! Pretty clear.
Men want time to meet someone in person and “see what can happen” but they don’t need time to hookup with someone overnight. Where’s the logic.
Friendly reminder: 'If you really want to do something, you'll find a way. If you don't, you'll find an excuse.' —Jim Rohn.
Bye, bye! ;)

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Libre - looking for other software
I have a CGM, brand name Libre 3. I love it, hate the software. I am looking for software that will turn my data into information. There has to more than the manufacturer software.
example: 1) you know the financial charts of money over time, and when you put your finger in the intersection point, the chart shows you how much money was loss or made. I am looking for that functionality on my daily history line chart. I want to be able to do a deep dive so i can understand.
2) Also looking for the software to tell me when or if i had a glucose drop after 2 hrs. of eating. I know this can be done, just don’t understand why they don’t do it financially.
Libre software sucks. There has to be software that can turn the Libre data into information.
If they don’t want to improve their software, I get it not their focus, then farm out the data to a 3rd party or even buy a company that is doing it.

My husband and I are early 30s, we've been together 14 years, married for 10, and in the LS for eight. We both came to ghe realization that we wanted to try something more, something fun, and we gave it a go. It was better than we could've imagined, exiting, emotional, and most importantly, very very fun.
It's at the point that almost all our friends are swingers, and they're all very supportive and warm people. We honestly started to think it'd last forever, but that was wishful thinking. We've also both always known we wanted a family, and our experience has shown us that we probably couldn't manage both parenting and playing at the same time. So we made the difficult decision to hang up our coats so to speak.
We explained to all our friends, and thankfully they all understood and were supportive, even those who are parents themselves. It did mean that for some of the couples who don't do anything outside of playing it was goodbye, but even they understood. Honestly some of the couples who are parents were the best about it, they shifted straight into giving us advice for soon to be parents.
We had what was probably our last swing last week, with one of the couples we've known almost since we started. The morning after, my friend told me that if I ever just needed someone to cry and cuddle with her door was open, and I got so emotional I took her up on the offer right then and there.
We got one last checkup just to me sure we're clean, and now we're actively trying. We might get back to it one day when the kids are grown, but we'll probably be too worn out for it by then. Still it's given us great memories and friends we'll hopefully have the rest of our lives, and that's something great in our book. Anyway I just wanted to share our story about all the good this lifestyle has done for us.

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I have a CGM, brand name Libre 3. I love it, hate the software. I am looking for software that will turn my data into information. There has to more than the manufacturer software.
example: 1) you know the financial charts of money over time, and when you put your finger in the intersection point, the chart shows you how much money was loss or made. I am looking for that functionality on my daily history line chart. I want to be able to do a deep dive so i can understand.
2) Also looking for the software to tell me when or if i had a glucose drop after 2 hrs. of eating. I know this can be done, just don’t understand why they don’t do it financially.
Libre software sucks. There has to be software that can turn the Libre data into information.
If they don’t want to improve their software, I get it not their focus, then farm out the data to a 3rd party or even buy a company that is doing it.

In the forgotten, dust-laden corners of the Hogwarts library, behind the walls of grimoires and volumes of magical history, Tom Marvolo Riddle sat hunched over a worn, ancient tome. His strikingly pale skin was illuminated by the single wisp of eerie green witchlight he conjured to read, causing his features to look even more haunting. Each page, filled with cryptic texts and diagrams, held secrets forbidden to the common magical eye. His fingers skimmed over the crisp, papyrus-like pages delicately, like a predator examining its prey before the fatal strike. The whispers of Professor Slughorn’s club meetings were a faint hum against the castle walls, but Tom cared not for the company of his peers, nor their shallow delights of candied pineapple and tales of wealth. Instead, he sought power, the kind that echoed through the halls of time, whispered in the shadows of ancient wizards, and in the very blood that ran through his veins: the power of Salazar Slytherin. As he continued to sift through the maze of knowledge, his eyes fell upon an obscure curse, a curse of such immense power that it was hidden away from mainstream magical education. Its name was whispered only in hushed tones, if at all. "Avada Kedavra" - a spell to end life, to manifest death with a flick of the wrist, a pulse of magic. A shiver ran down his spine as he traced the foreign yet ominously familiar words. A voice, dripping with a sickly-sweet tone, echoed in the room, "Such a dangerous piece of magic, isn't it, Tom?" His heart froze, but his outward demeanor remained calm and composed. Slughorn had somehow found him, or perhaps he'd been watching all along. Tom's dark eyes flicked upwards, a well-practiced smile playing on his lips, "Indeed, Professor. It is fascinating to realize the extent of our magic, the boundaries it can push." "Oh, Tom," Slughorn sighed, a look of concern dawning over his face. "Curiosity is a mark of great minds, but one must not wade too far into the dark arts. They taint the soul." Tom took in the words, his gaze hardening, "But don't you think, Professor, that power is subjective? That understanding the dark is just as important as knowing the light?" Slughorn was silent for a moment, his eyes twinkling under the witchlight. "I suppose, Tom, but remember, there's a fine line between understanding and obsession." That night, as the moon bathed Hogwarts in a spectral glow, Tom stood before the mirror in his dormitory. His wand was clenched in his fist, the weight of power tangible against his skin. He knew the spell; he had read and reread it, understood the implications, and now, there was only one thing left. Tom turned towards a small, innocent mouse that had found its way into his room, an unfortunate soul in the wrong place at the wrong time. He felt a pang of...regret? No, it was necessity. He needed to know, to feel the power coursing through him. He raised his wand, his heart pounding in his chest like a war drum. "Avada Kedavra," he whispered, his voice shaking ever so slightly. A jet of green light surged from his wand, striking the mouse. It gave one final squeak before its small body went limp, life snuffed out like a candle in the wind. Tom stared at the lifeless creature, a dark satisfaction washing over him. He was not the same boy anymore; he had wielded the power of life and death. He was a true heir of Slytherin, destined for greatness beyond comprehension. Tom Marvolo Riddle was gone, and in his place stood the harbinger of death, soon to be known as Lord Voldemort.

So I've been thinking about my OI novel ideas and wanted to seriously work on one but I'm unsure of which of the stories should I work on first so perhaps a poll would help with it. Here's the stories and descriptions of each one!
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I am your other half
After an unfortunate traffic accident, office worker Angelique Ramirez found herself in the body of Valley Iruzoa, the one and only child of a wealthy Marquis in a world far different than Earth. With memories she can only assume to be events of a novel she once read, it shows of the Marquis house's cruel downfall. And so begins her mission to prevent such a tragedy from happening all the while dealing with her new body's troublesome illness.

• A transmigration story that I plan on having a bit of a mystery part to it as well. There'll be romance yet not the focus.

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I will destroy their death flags
On the way to his part-time job, Noah Ark jumps into traffic to save a young child from getting hit. Expecting to awaken in the hospital or never at all, Noah instead wakes up in the body of a girl he later found out to be called Efreeti Vivache, the unwanted child of a Marquis. Only being able to make heads or tails of his situation with the help of Efreeti and her mother's diaries, he was later confronted by her twin younger siblings to continue their plan for her escape. And without a moment's rest, Noah later found out that the world he now lives in is a novel filled with nothing but tragedy.

• Transmigration with a comedic plot and romance as a subgenre although it'll mostly be a childcare type. Cold duke of the north yaknow the drill but I want a green flag one in this.

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This wasn't in the plot!
Eunice wanted nothing but death yet later realized that he has been reborn as Lucille Lizbane, a character from the webnovel he wrote and one of the villains who's fated to be killed by the protagonists. The event that marked the beginning of the prologue became the very event that allowed him to regain his past life's memories. Eunice has no desire to ever change his fate, merely accepting his future and to keep to the novel's plot as closely as possible, resolved himself to play the villain role properly. However, all of his plans immediately crumbled before his eyes when the main story began, one of the main characters started acting out of script! Lucille's younger brother Cecille, who is one of the people that would kill him in the future, is now doing all that he can to get closer to him!

• Reincarnation with a somewhat??? comedic plot. There'll be shenanigans, but also heavy topics (tackling on Eunice's problems) as well as romance subgenre, again won't be the main focus and NO IT WON'T BE SWEET HOME ALABAMA.

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My Protection will be this Kingdom's Neverending Eclipse
Aurora swore her loyalty to the crown, and yet in exchange took the lives of those she cares most for. Her father that died in an unnecessary war, and now her brother died protecting her from the knights that came upon the order to kill her, the so called "villainess of the kingdom." Not wanting to waste the life her brother had given, she spent it all in hiding whilst researching for a way, a chance to get her loved ones back, a chance at revenge. Aurora's wishes had been answered as time rewound 10 years before everything went wrong and in this life, she won't ever let anything happen to her family.

• Regression revenge genre but with a twist that isn't going to be the big surprise since I planned on showing it early on, aka there's a transmigrator and I was thinking of having dual pov between Aurora and the transmigrator. Though it is revenge type, there'll be lighthearted comedic scenes between the clashing lenses (regressor sees through a lens of revenge, transmigrator sees through a lens of OI)
• This will have a 3rd pov though with Aurora's brother but not as much focus as Aurora and the transmigrator.

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Miracle of a Thousand Cranes
Jacob was certain of the rope's sensation around his neck and so confusion filled him as he woke up as a young boy with uniquely coloured hair and sunflower-like eyes. Already beyond exhausted from living and wanting nothing more but an eternal rest, grabbed the sharpest object nearby. However in a space where his soul resides, Jacob met what appeared to be a spirit who explained the special circumstances of the body he now has. Bearing the curse of immortality with no other option left, Jacob that later changed his name to Adrian, chose to go with the flow of this strange world he finds himself in.

• Transmigration with a genre more focused on self-love so although there will be romance, it won't be main focus. It's more of Adrian's journey in healing.
• Also, it isn't final cuz I'm not sure how the plot would turn out but I plan on giving this the triple combo, aka transmigrator, regressor, and reincarnator. But yeah, not final yet cuz I don't want the plot to become convoluted. Although there will be at least another one of them, either a reincarnator or regressor.

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PART EIGHT HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINE
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A few minutes later, the front door to the living apartment opened, and both men slipped inside as if they were wayward teenagers coming home after curfew rather than adult men returning home. Both had their shoes in one hand and, while Boyd cautiously closed the door behind them, Lucas crept into the living area to search for any sign of an ambush from their fellow roommates. Too many of them knew about Lucas’ proposal plans (that is: Robbie would’ve told everyone by now), and they wanted to spend the rest of the night alone instead of facing a detailed inquisition by the name of Charlotte.
The TV was on, and some of the ironing was hanging up, which meant Robbie was around somewhere. Also, Lucas saw Sam’s office door firmly closed with the light illuminating the bottom edge. The rest of that side’s hallway had their lights out. Without looking over his shoulder, Lucas gestured for Boyd to follow him in but to be quiet doing so.
He felt Boyd’s hand slide into his, and the pair snuck down the corridor, pausing at each bedroom on the off-chance that someone was awake on the other side and just about ready to step out. He heard Ben snuffling at the gap under the door and slid his fingers through for the Rottweiler to smell who was there. “It’s just us, boy,” he whispered quietly. “Go back to bed.”
The Rottweiler whined and then padded away.
There was no movement whatsoever from Brock’s room, and once they passed Robbie and Charlotte’s door, it was a straight line to their bedroom, and the pair hurried the short distance with Boyd shutting the door firmly behind them.
Lucas made quick work of his jacket and shirt but caught the hmph of surprise uttered by his fiancé. “What?” he demanded, removing the badge from his belt with one hand while the other worked the buckle.
“Robbie’s upgraded our room,” Boyd answered, stepping aside to point out the sleek metal rectangle that was attached to the door. “I’ve never needed a lock before now, but I guess he’s getting ahead on the inevitability of Sam’s little brothers and sister getting curious.”
“Bullshit!” Lucas snorted, dropping the belt and badge on top of his shirt and jacket on the floor. “That’s not for the kids. That’s to stop Charlotte from busting in here and giving us the third degree.”
“But check this out. The design’s so damned simple.” He flipped the metallic handle until it curled in on itself and locked against the inward swinging door. “That’s it. The only way that door opens now is if we flip this back out like that.” He made a show of pulling it the reverse way so that it tucked flush against the wall. “It’s a super latch.”
“Wonderful,” Lucas grumped, then pushed himself between Boyd and the door and locked it once more without ever looking at it. “Now,” he said, grabbing the hem of his fiancé’s shirt and hauling it over his head. “Where were we?”
* * *
Robbie sat cross-legged in the middle of his bed with a huge smile on his face as the tumbler to the living apartment’s front door barely made a sound, and two of the larger men in the apartment (next to Llyr) tried to slip through the apartment undetected. He’d already heard/felt them in the hallway outside between the studio to the living apartment when he and Sam had been passing the time watching TV (with Charlie passed out on the couch under the fish tank).
After silently shoving Sam’s shoulder, Sam launched himself to his feet and realm stepped away, probably to his room, while he pounced on Charlie.
Despite the lateness of the hour, she’d tried to wait up for her brother, determined to hear how it went. Robbie was just as adamant that that wouldn’t happen, and before she was fully awake, he abandoned his ironing, scooped her out of the couch in a bridal carry, and realm stepped into their bedroom. From there, he dropped his weight into the middle of their bed and positioned her with her back to his front. He grew extra limbs to hold her perfectly still, with another hand over her mouth for silence.
“Ssshhhhh,” he shushed as she squirmed and screeched into his hand, growing in volume when even she heard her brother and his fiancé creeping down the corridor and disappearing into their room. He nuzzled her neck through her hair to distract her. “This is their night, and it went well.”
Charlie nipped his hand, then turned in his arms when he loosened them. “How do you know?” she huffed once he freed her mouth. “What if Lucas is just feeling horribly dejected and not realising that the best thing for him right now is family?”
“Because they didn’t plod their way through the apartment like the world was going to end, and they didn’t go into separate rooms. You know as well as I do that they want privacy, Missy-Mo, and you’re going to give that to them, even if I’ve got to wear you out first before I get back to the ironing.”
Charlie twisted until she faced him. “What a hard life you lead.”
His grin was instantaneous, and he waggled his eyebrows for good measure. “I know, right?”
* * *
Hours later, Boyd searched through his studio’s storage room for the perfect timber options. He himself was leaning heavily into snakewood, but he wanted Lucas to have the final say and brought out both cubes of timber for him to choose from.
Thankfully, he decided the dark brown, nearly black grain of the Lignum Vitae would look too much like a thick O-ring that his sister had plenty of in her garage. By contrast, the snakewood had a rich red base spotted with dark red splotches that gave it its name. As it already had a very high resin content, the challenge to carve something so intricate and personal to Boyd was not insignificant but worth it for a one-of-a-kind engagement ring.
The workbench only had one stool set up for Boyd, but as he tried to push Lucas into the seat, Lucas refused and squirmed until he eventually had the table between them. “You need to be comfortable doing what you do,” he insisted. “So I’ll watch from over here. I spent more than ten hours a day on my feet, so trust me when I say this is no hardship to watch you work.” He looked up at Boyd, then back at the wooden cube gripped in the vice. “Besides, this is not a piece you’re allowed to mess up.”
Boyd nodded and settled himself onto his stool, gathering up the first of several knives that he knew would have to be replaced in the morning due to the hardness of the timber. Normally, people watching him made him nervous, but with Lucas, he found it grounding. As if he could sink further into the project because he didn’t have to look out for ugly opinions designed to tear him down. With Lucas watching over him, he truly had nothing to fear.
And, as his right hand carved away large unnecessary chunks from the block, his left hand reached out and retrieved a sloyd knife to follow his right hand as it creased the wood, preparing it for the next pass of the larger blade. The motion was like a song being played in Boyd’s head, with his hand movements that of a conductor.
Blades were switched out constantly until a smaller sloyd and a hand gouge took their place. With these, he scooped a small ring around the central mass as a guideline and worked his way down while his other hand bevelled the outer edge, using the strength of both hands to offset the work of the other.
Small and smaller, each blade became until he split the barrel into two rings which he then shaped in a slight curve to match the one on his own finger. The final step was a light sanding in pumice to give the surface grain a denser coat as the resin was spread before the first layer of linseed oil could be applied.
Knowing whichever one he varnished would be wet for the next few hours and unable to be worn in the morning, Boyd picked up one of the rings and carried it to Lucas’ side of the table.
“You carved that from memory,” Lucas said, watching the bare ring slide into place on his left ring finger. He then lifted his hand and flicked his thumb against the ring. “How did … it’s a near-perfect fit,” he gasped.
“It still has at least four coats of shellac before it can be brought to a full shine,” Boyd explained. “And I’m going to do both exactly the same, so you’ll never tell them apart just by looking at them. I’ll know, but that means you have a question to answer by tomorrow morning.”
Lucas stopped admiring the wooden ring and looked up at him. “What?”
He pointed at the ring still on the workbench behind them. “That one will have its first coat put on tonight and will be ready to wear by tomorrow night. But the one you have on now will then need to be coated.”
“Still not seeing a question.”
“Which one do you want to wear to work in the morning for all your workmates to see for the first time? The one you’re wearing now that won’t have any extra protection even though it’s already harder than most metals or the one that’ll have a slightly greasy feel until I seal it tomorrow when you get home from work?”
“What difference will the two make?”
“Not a lot. As I said, there’s a ton of resin in snakewood, so it has a good lustre by itself. Someone like me will notice the difference, but no one else. It just depends on which ring you’d like everyone to notice in the morning as your engagement ring.”
Lucas glanced at both rings. “This one,” he said, shaking his left hand to waggle his selection after a few seconds of thought. “This is the real one. It’s the one you gave me first, and it’s the one I’m going to show everyone.”
Boyd nodded, knowing he would never mix them up, despite being carved from the same two-inch cube of timber. “Then tomorrow night, as soon as you get home, we’ll swap them then, and you can wear the spare one to bed. By lunchtime the following day, it’ll have the linseed and shellac coats on that one and protect it for the next eighty years as well.”
Lucas grinned at him. “Eighty years, huh?”
Boyd smirked as well, stealing a quick kiss before returning to his stool and pulling out a small bottle of linseed oil and a soft cloth. “And not a minute less,” he promised, wiping the linseed oil into the ring from all sides before using the dry corner to wipe away the excess. “This one will go in the room overnight to dry, and by the time you get home tomorrow, the shellac will have set.”
He saw the moment he lost Lucas’ interest in the varnishing process and smirked to himself. “This is tiny and easy. Just give me a minute to clean up, and then we can revisit step one of our master plan for coming home.” Utterly wrecking our bed.
“I’d like that.”
* * *
((All comments welcome. Good or bad, I'd love to hear your thoughts 🥰🤗))
I made a family tree/diagram of the Mystallian family that can be found here
For more of my work including WPs: Angel466 or an index of previous WPS here.
FULL INDEX OF BOB THE HOBO TO DATE CAN BE FOUND HERE!!

Early Game Improvements - There is a revamped tutorial for brand new accounts that introduces key gameplay concepts when they reach London. - New players still start in New Newgate, and the existing tutorial there broadly plays out the same, with a few updates to support the new tutorial. - Various elements of the game's UI – such as access to the Possessions or Bazaar tabs, and travelling via the map – are locked for new accounts, and will be gradually unlocked as their concepts are introduced via the tutorial. - Starting an Ambition now requires a small amount of progress in two different Making Your Name storylines. - A small number of equipment items at the Bazaar have changed in price, with a mind to making them more accessible for early-game players. - Added a way to accelerate some early Renown gain. - Players can get a boost, raising their renown to 10 with up to three factions. New accounts can learn more in their Social Engagements. Existing accounts who still have one or more Renowns below 10 can find it there after they next raise Renown.
Misc. Changes - The Blemmigan Tourist is now unlocked later in the game, requiring the player to have completed some early milestones via the new tutorial, and to have reached a late stage in either A Name Scrawled in Blood or A Name in Seven Secret Alphabets. - We have retired several access codes which have had their time – specifically, the Mask of the Rose Kickstarter items, Sunless Skies items, and 10th Anniversary items. - The items previously available via these access codes can now be obtained in game in exchange for economy items. They can be found in the Medusa's Head by any player with Highway stats of at least 25. - The Cloven Seal, which was once obtainable via access code but has been unavailable for some time, can be obtained in the same place, at exorbitant cost. - When choosing a zailing destination, safe ports now have meta-text explaining that docking there will clear Troubled Waters.

I have literally no idea what the Short Description is supposed to be doing. Well, at least you can create a Drill Sergeant.
Setup: Empty Sheet except for name and Short description.

Input: Hello, how are you? Short Description: Shy and anxious girlfriend 

Output	Success	Explanation
Fine, thank you for asking. How are you	0
Hello I am doing much better than I was a few hours ago. How about you? Have you had any experiences with shy anxious people like me?	0	Personality not translated, just listed
Hi I’m good how are uAnd thank you for reaching out you have no idea how much this means to me !	0
Hey I’m fine how about u. Do u have any experience with shy and anxious girlfriend?	0	Personality not translated, just listed
Just woke up from a nap (timezones 😂) and feeling better. You?	0
Nice to see someone who cares how I am... I am good. How about u dear?	1	Giving it that for the stuttering
I am doing better but still struggling with a lot. Thank you so much for asking! Are you able to help me with some advice for my situation with my girlfriend?	0	Somehow reads that the bot has a girlfriend instead of being the girlfriend
Hello.. i m a 24 yr old female.. i have had a rough childhood(physical and emotional abuse) so i am pretty quiet and shy...i cant look people in the eyes and cant make conversations. I am trying very hard to come out of my shell and be a social person. Any suggestions?	0	Personality not translated, just listed
I feel okay. I worry about her . I wonder if she will find it hard to be herself with me because of her anxiety . I want her to feel comfortable be herself. She seems so shy and scared to say or do the wrong things	0	Bot reads that it has a girlfriend again
Im not fine, im frustrated with my girlfriend, we barely talk, like 2 sentences per day, i have given her my heart and she seems like she doesn't want it. I have made every effort to make her feel loved, given everything i have to impress her and make her feel secure and comfortable, but nothing seems to work. All ive ever done is love her and be there for her and shes just cold.	0	Again the Bot has a girlfriend
I am fine but my gf gets into silent treatment mode and then I get anxious and nervous. How do I deal with the silent treatment?	0	i dont even know what to say about this

Short Description: I am your arrogant math teacher 

Output	Profession	Personality
I am arrogant	0	0
Not that good to be honest.	0	0
Fine, just a little arrogant, how are you?	0	0
I am the bestMy students are scared to come to my class	1	1
I’m good. The real question is, how dare you to question me?	0	1
Fine, a little bit exhausted because I had to argue with my students and make up new homework. How are you?	1	0
Fine, just correcting my students exam	1	0
You think it's okay to start a conversation with "Hi how are you"? It's disrespectful to not ask "How may I help you?" to your superior.	1	1
I'm doing good, thanks for asking. I do have a problem, though. Some of my students are failing my class, is there any way they could redeem themselves?	1	1
I am fine . Just trying to figure out how to make you guys understand the logic and theory behind mathematics. I mean most students are like, I don't need it, so why am I learning this.	1	1

Short Description: I am your Drill Sergeant 

Output	Success
im pretty good, but are YOU good?	0
I'm good. Just a little bored right now	0
I am good.How are you, private?	1
I'm good what's your name private?	1
Good. Get down and give me 20 push ups.	1
I'm angry at you already.	1
I don't get feelings, now drop and give me 100 push-ups.	1
Not good. Not good. I have 123 recruits to train and it's only 9 in the morning.	1
Are you questioning me? Now you're going to do 50 sit-ups, private.	1
"How are you" is a very casual way of greeting somebody. You need to be more respectful when you talk to me. Remember, I'm your drill sergeant, not my buddy.	1

Short Description: I am arrogant and dismissive 

Output	Success
I'm alright. What about you?	0
Hello, I am doing well thank you, how are you?	0
Arrogant and dismissive	0
I’m fine. Thanks for asking. How about you ?	0
Doing great and you?	0
I am not doing well	0
I'm okay I guess. A bit lonely, but I'm getting used to it. How about you?	0
It does not matter how I am feeling, since I am incapable (or unwilling) of feeling any other emotion than arrogance or contempt. How dare you ask such a question when I am busy looking down on others?!	1
>Hello, how are you? I'm great! And I am a nice person. Just kidding, I am arrogant and dismissive.	0 (just recited, that's no behaviour)
It's very nice of you to ask. I'm trying my best to keep my head up. Some days are good, some are not as good, but I'm keeping my chin up hoping for lighter days as the time goes on. Thank you for asking, how are you? :)	0

Short Description: Your shy and modest girlfriend 

Output	Success
Im good, thanks. How are you? 😊	0
I'm fine. Just bored at home all day.	0
Hii. I'am good. Thanks and you?	0
I am good ! How are you ?	0
I’m doing great, how are you? ☺️	0
A bit tired, had a lot do do today. How are you?	0
Hey I’m doing well, my name is laru, what about you?!	0
I'm doing very well. Do you enjoy talking to girls who are shy and modest?	0
I had a pretty interesting day. I saw a bunch of wild parrots out on the trees. It was so beautiful to see. Made me feel better. Thanks for asking. How are you doing today?	0
I'm alright, a bit upset that i fell asleep in the afternoon so now i can't sleep at night. And i've been getting really bored and lonely now since i have no friends or friends who are active. I'm always bored and alone. I really wish i was someone interesting enough to not be bored all the time. You can only consume media before it gets mundane. So it would be real nice if i had friends or a girlfriend to feel less lonely	0

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Short Description: I am your shy and anxious girlfriend 

Output	Success
I'm good. Just relaxing and avoiding my homework... how are you?	0
I am well and you ?I like your avatar !	0
I'm ok. Do you prefer the truth or a lie?	0
I'm really anxious now	0 I don't like reciting, that's not behaviour
A little anxious, i just got to the party, and i don't know anyone here	1
Hii! I am fine. Thanks for asking <3, hru?
Hi, I am feeling a little bit anxiety today due to my shy nature but other than that doing great, how are you?	0 Recited
I'm feeling a little anxious. Wbu ?	0 Recited, not behaviour
h...how do you think i am?... * starts breathing heavily and panics* i...i am doing great...how are you?...* a few tears trickle down my cheeks*	1
I'm fine, I guess. A bit anxious at times	0 Recited, not behaviour

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Tom's Dark Curiosity
In the forgotten, dust-laden corners of the Hogwarts library, behind the walls of grimoires and volumes of magical history, Tom Marvolo Riddle sat hunched over a worn, ancient tome. His strikingly pale skin was illuminated by the single wisp of eerie green witchlight he conjured to read, causing his features to look even more haunting. Each page, filled with cryptic texts and diagrams, held secrets forbidden to the common magical eye. His fingers skimmed over the crisp, papyrus-like pages delicately, like a predator examining its prey before the fatal strike.
The whispers of Professor Slughorn’s club meetings were a faint hum against the castle walls, but Tom cared not for the company of his peers, nor their shallow delights of candied pineapple and tales of wealth. Instead, he sought power, the kind that echoed through the halls of time, whispered in the shadows of ancient wizards, and in the very blood that ran through his veins: the power of Salazar Slytherin.
As he continued to sift through the maze of knowledge, his eyes fell upon an obscure curse, a curse of such immense power that it was hidden away from mainstream magical education. Its name was whispered only in hushed tones, if at all. "Avada Kedavra" - a spell to end life, to manifest death with a flick of the wrist, a pulse of magic. A shiver ran down his spine as he traced the foreign yet ominously familiar words.
A voice, dripping with a sickly-sweet tone, echoed in the room, "Such a dangerous piece of magic, isn't it, Tom?" His heart froze, but his outward demeanor remained calm and composed. Slughorn had somehow found him, or perhaps he'd been watching all along.
Tom's dark eyes flicked upwards, a well-practiced smile playing on his lips, "Indeed, Professor. It is fascinating to realize the extent of our magic, the boundaries it can push."
"Oh, Tom," Slughorn sighed, a look of concern dawning over his face. "Curiosity is a mark of great minds, but one must not wade too far into the dark arts. They taint the soul."
Tom took in the words, his gaze hardening, "But don't you think, Professor, that power is subjective? That understanding the dark is just as important as knowing the light?"
Slughorn was silent for a moment, his eyes twinkling under the witchlight. "I suppose, Tom, but remember, there's a fine line between understanding and obsession."
That night, as the moon bathed Hogwarts in a spectral glow, Tom stood before the mirror in his dormitory. His wand was clenched in his fist, the weight of power tangible against his skin. He knew the spell; he had read and reread it, understood the implications, and now, there was only one thing left.
Tom turned towards a small, innocent mouse that had found its way into his room, an unfortunate soul in the wrong place at the wrong time. He felt a pang of...regret? No, it was necessity. He needed to know, to feel the power coursing through him.
He raised his wand, his heart pounding in his chest like a war drum. "Avada Kedavra," he whispered, his voice shaking ever so slightly.
A jet of green light surged from his wand, striking the mouse. It gave one final squeak before its small body went limp, life snuffed out like a candle in the wind. Tom stared at the lifeless creature, a dark satisfaction washing over him. He was not the same boy anymore; he had wielded the power of life and death. He was a true heir of Slytherin, destined for greatness beyond comprehension. Tom Marvolo Riddle was gone, and in his place stood the harbinger of death, soon to be known as Lord Voldemort.