#old ones from insta will remember this fella

[thatiisantos]

OL1-V3R the robot.

Hello World! This is 'Oliver' i mean 'OL1-V3R'. He is an extroverted robot with a chaotic mind.

He is the creation of Ludwik, a frustrated inventor. The creation of OL1-V3R began in collaboration with a """"great friend""""(gay). With fights and disagreements increasing between the two, so they distanced themselves from each other. This unsettle Ludiwik greatly. He decided to abandon the creation of OL1-V3R after years he decided to finish building it.

The story is pretty vague but that's it.

also this is Gustavo his best friend.

[prorevenge]

My hippie math teacher was real garbage.

So some background: as a kid, I’ve always been pretty good at math. It was always my best subject, I’d catch onto concepts easily, but I hated it. Not because math was hard or anything, but because no matter how much I hoped, my math teacher would always be the type that would be like “Use the formula I gave you or it’s wrong.” Now, see, my mind works in what others call “a super weird way.” Every time I was taught a new concept in math, I wouldn’t use the formula that the teacher gave us because I’d have a hard time remembering it and I thought it was too time consuming and expanded. Instead, I’d come up with a more efficient, step skipping formula that worked just as well.

Other students would ask me how I do the math so fast, and when I shared the formula with them, they found it much easier and did it just as fast.

So rewind to 7th grade. I was like, 12 or something at the time. I had finally got a good teacher that allowed freedom for multiple formulas because “math is math.” We had her for about a few months, and I really liked her teaching. She got into a freak car accident and took her leave, and from what other staff members told me, she was “lucky to even survive.” I never knew how bad the crash really was, but from what I was told, she cheated death. Staff said she was supposed to come back in a few months, and until then, we would have a long-term substitute.

Before I knew about the accident, I walk to class over in the way corner of my school. At the time, I remember having a class right before that was on the opposite corner of school, so I’d often be late if I walked too slow. So, I turn the corner of the building and notice there’s no students waiting outside, meaning the teacher had already opened the door. Unusual, but I checked the time, and I was earlier than normal. So, I knocked on the door. I waited and waited for someone to open the door, because usually it’s the nearest student to the door who opens it. I knock. And knock. It’s about a few minutes of constant knocking until someone opens the door, but he’s looming above me.

When I look up, it’s a new teacher, long hair and a beard, kind of looks like Jesus. Yes, he was a hipster. He opened the door right after the late bell and said “you’re late.” I explained to him I had been knocking the past few minutes and nobody answered the door, to which he responds “That’s because I told them not to. You should have been here when I opened the door to begin with.” I wanted to explain I had a far away class and I couldn’t be considered late since the late bell didn’t ring, but he didn’t take any of it. I had to go to detention that day.

So, let’s call this teacher Mr. Hippie for convenience. I sat next to my friend, lets nick him Bro, and ask what’s the deal with this guy. Bro tells me that I’ve already made a bad impression, told him to elaborate, to which he explains the whole accident long term sub thing.

So to summarize the first part of his teaching, he didn’t actually teach us anything. Instead, we did completely pointless activities that have nothing to do with math. One of these activities was a class game where we had to tell each other a list of jokes and whoever got the most laughs got the most points and won the game.

So we read these jokes that we’ve been given, and it’s a list of inappropriate jokes. They were all pretty racist, sexist, etc which we already knew he was extremely prejudiced based on his everyday, passing language towards us (some include “girls have good handwriting because they waste their time practicing their letters” and “the only guys that climb mount everest are white dudes because they’re the dumbest people out there” and “girls wouldn’t get raped if they just stop overestimating their strength” whatever that one even means). I can’t think of all the jokes off the top of my head, but here’s some I remember:

Why are religious Jamaicans obese? Because at church they chant “Praise the Lard.” What’s Miley Cyrus’ favorite food? Roast twerky. Why can’t the Kardashian’s swim? Because they have more plastic in their butts than in the whole ocean.

I objected against playing this stupid game because of all the offensive jokes in it, some of which I related to and was offended by. He sent me out of class that day. Bro got sent out eventually as well, because instead of using the offensive jokes, he said a stupid knock knock joke that made the class laugh out of pure stupidity. “Knock knock.” “Who’s there?” “Pizza delivery guy. I burned your pizza because it had pineapple on it. Bad move, cuz.”

At some point when we actually started learning math, Hippie was a douche, He did the same old same old docking me points for not using his formula thing. We were doing white board problems, to which he forced me to do the most complex ones. When I did them correctly and showed my work, he’d think I was wrong until he checked his calculator. Bad move. So, instead, he erases my work off the board in front of literally the whole class, and says to me dead in the eye: “You didn’t show your work.” So, I said, “Alright, I’ll show my work.” So I did. Again. And he erased it. By that point, I was fed up with his bull, so I just left it at that.

When we took tests, we would grade the papers as a class. He would tell us the answers, to which he’d screw up on middle school level questions. Every time I got a different answer, I would ask him to do it on the board, and that would prove he was wrong and I was right. He hated me more for asking questions.

Every time I “technically” got a question wrong, he would call me an idiot, slow, stupid, etc. etc. and even passed a few “maybe if you were a guy you’d be more useful.” I tried telling this to the teachers, but they weren’t having it. I tried waiting until he would finally leave, but info came out that our teacher wasn’t coming back, so we’d have him even longer. So naturally, I did some digging.

Bro and I searched his full name up online and found an admittedly hidden link to his Instagram account, which I won’t leak, but it was golden. He posed himself literally as Jesus, with several sexual and racial posts and memes. He had solid evidence of smoking weed and vaping off campus too, and it looked like he was also becoming the path to an antivaxxer at some point. Some posts included things like “You can’t cure cancer, yet you take away our medicine?” Followed by a picture of weed or something of that sort.

Though it wasn’t exactly what I wanted him fired for, I brought it up with the counselor. She said they’d look into it. While it was followed up by several other students, I was walking home one day when I saw Hippie with a big bag of what looked like posters as he threw it in his trunk and drove off. We came back one day to a brand new, female teacher. Posters that Hippie put up were gone, just like the ones he threw in his trunk the other day. She explained to us the old teacher had been fired for suspicious online activities, and will likely have a hard time ever getting a new job. Since then, the Hippie’s name had been removed from the account, but it’s still up and running by him.

We had that new teacher for the rest of the school year, which wasn’t exactly long, but she did teach us math and threw us a big party on the last day of school, though she still didn’t approve of alternate formulas. Sorry this was quite a long one, fellas, but I thought it was worth sharing.

TL;DR: Got a math teacher fired for his inappropriate Insta after he made sexual jokes and racial slurs and straight up insulted me for months.

(source) story by (/u/TheAcidicFire)

[tiava143]

Baby Boy

Chapter II (Highkey long)

Chapter 1

“So what you tryna do while mommy’s at work pop?” Erik said looking over at his son.

“Can we go to the park and hoop with CJ and cousin Cameron please?” Sage said. He enjoyed being around his cousin CJ since he was close to his age. CJ was Cameron’s oldest son, they had their kids around the same time so they are always around each other.

“Lemme see where they at.” Erik said dialing Cam’s number.

Erik shook his head chuckling, thinking about his crazy ass cousin Cameron.They were known as the Demon Twins when were together.(Let Solana and Terry tell it) Cameron is the loud outgoing smooth talker, while Erik was seen but not heard as much. But don’t think for one second they would let something happen to one another. People know not to test Erik but anyone that tries Cameron better move out of the country. They went to juvie together, hit their licks together. Shit they even had their kids together. They were thick as thieves, since they were youngins if you seen one you seen the other. Even though they were cousins ,they were brothers to outsiders.

“If you aint talkin’ money, ion wanna talk its Big Cam the p, what it be?” Cameron yelled in the phone.

“Get yo’ dusty ass up nigga. Ima come scoop you and jr we finna’ hit the park.” Erik laughed as he turned onto his block.

“Fuck you nigga that aint what ya’ baby mama said when i was in ha’ chest last night.” Cameron laughed. “Nigga dont shot, playin’ with my best friend name.” Erik heard his girlfriend Terry say over the phone. “Im just playin’ ma. But ight fool, gimme 10.”

“Hurry yo lanky ass up, we burnin’ daylight.”  Erik said hanging up and pulling in front of his cousin’s house. Sage got out the car and ran to the door and CJ answered the door to let them in.

“What’s the deal lil cuzzo?” Erik said walking into the house dapping him then sat on the couch. Sage and CJ ran into his room  to play video games. Terry came out the room and hugged Erik.

“Hey E. Why you up so early ?” She said walking into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast.

“Wassup squirt, I had to drop yo’ crazy ass best friend off at work. You know she stay on my ass about everything.” He said chuckling.

“Well if you just did what the fuck we ask then we wouldn’t be sweatin’ you all the time. Y'all just don’t fuckin’ listen. Just like ya hard headed cousin.” Terry said rolling her eyes and mixing the pancake batter.

“TJ I do listen to her, everytime some shit happens at her job I’m the listening to her rant all fuckin’ night about it.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m not talking about just that one time E. I mean listen like understand the shit we say and take it into consideration, not just listen as the words go through one ear and out the fucking other. We wanna feel like were valued. Not just a damn object yall fuck on. You wanna degrade and manipulate bitches you better go get Becky with the good hair, because us black queens aint finna deal with it.Periodt.” She ranted while pouring the batter on the skillet.

“Aw shit you done got her ass started.Every time you come over here she starts” Cameron said walking into the living room holding his 9 month on daughter Chanel. He daps Erik and hands Chanel to him then walks in the kitchen. Erik rocks her to sleep then lays her in her crib.

“Don’t even try and front with E. You know damn well i’ll fuck you up myself. Try that shit if you want to.” Terry Said mean-mugging him. Cameron wrapped his arms around her waist and placed soft kisses on her cheek.

“And you know Big Daddy don’t play that shit so I dare you to try me.” He said lowly into her ear then sucks on her earlobe. Erik groans watching then stands up.

“Man c'mon you bullshittin’ she gon’ be here when you come back. Gremlins let’s go or you gon’ get left.” He said walking out the door. The boys ran out the door and hopped in the car.

“I’ll save y'all some food for when y'all get back I know you gon be all grumpy when E whoops ya ass at the court.” Terry said walking Cam out the door laughing. Erik started laughing then hugged Terry.

“That’s a damn shame even yo’ girl know ima whoop yo ass Cam.” He said walking to the car and gets in. Cameron mugged her as he walked towards the car shaking his head.“You disloyal heffa. You suppose to be my number one supporter.” Cam said getting in the car and rolling the window up. Terry laughed as she went back in the house. Erik proceeded to drive off.

“Nigga how you let ya girl punk you like that?” Erik said looking at the songs on his phone to play.

“Fuck you, she only do it around you and Lana. Yall be gettin’ her started on them fuckin’ "I’m independent, fuck all these niggas,i don’t need a nigga for shit” rants. Like fuck…she’ll never be quiet.“ Cam said scrolling on insta. Erik chuckled looking over at him."Remind you of somebody? You like a tape recorder. You just keep going on and on and on. It’s a reason why you still with her. Am i wrong ?” He said pulling into the parking lot of the park.

���Im telling mommy you’re talking about her again. Daddy remember what she said the last time.” CJ said from the backseat looking at his dad.

Erik looked back  at him and started laughing. “What she say CJ?”

“She said ‘Keep that saamee energy.’ ” He said rolling his neck how Terry does it. Erik was rolling when he got out the car and ran. Cameron stayed quiet the whole time as the whole conversation went on. He knew if he said something else his son would snitch on him. He glared at Erik as he walked towards the courts with the boys.

“You done nigga?” Cam said annoyed.

Erik whipped a tear from his eye and took a breath. “Yeah I’m done. I aint know she was doin’ my boy like thaaat.” Cameron shook his head and started bouncing the basketball.

“Look CJ if i can teach you one good thing in this world it’s when you’re around the fellas you keep what’s said to yourself. Don’t go reporting shit to ya mama and what not. That’s guy code man. Trust me.” Cameron said shooting the ball into the hoop.

“Yeah….no matter how scared ya daddy is of a girl that’s 5'2.” Erik said laughing and grabbing the ball and bouncing it to Sage. Cameron shook his head.

Solana’s Pov

I’m so sick of this job. Well not necessarily, it is my dream job to be a fashion designer. Some of my female co-workers here are so jealous, like don’t get mad at me for doing what Jordan wants. He asks and I deliver.Here we are in another meeting so he can tell us what’s to come with the next client.

“Alright everyone great job pulling through with last week’s client Jynesse. A special thanks to Solana, she delivered the most outstanding design for Jyneese and as a plus the outfit was on the cover of Essence magazine. Keep up the great work.” Jordan said clapping as well as everyone else except Amber. This bitch is a fucking hater i swear. Amber’s been working for Jordan for about 5 years and she was his top designer. Well until i showed up, not to toot my own horn but beep beep. I’ve been here for the past 2 years now and clients have grabbed my designs back to back and now she’s mad. Amber has tried so hard to sabotage my designs but it turns around and bites her in the ass every time. One time i had to convince Jordan not to fire her stank ass but she doesn’t know it. She tries so hard to be in my position it’s exhausting. Like bitch get a life. And she better not think for one second that i didn’t catch her dusty ass making googly eyes with Erik’s dumb ass. If she keeps disrespecting me i might have to show her why i got this AK-47 tatted on my leg.

“Now for this week’s project our client Mrs. Keyshia Ka’oir wants a piece for her birthday party coming up in a few weeks. It seems that her and her Husband want to be matching somehow. She wants a dress that’s extra as possible in her words.Oh, and she wants it to be red all over.Rough sketches are due tomorrow and all projects are due next Friday so get to it everyone, she will be here to hand pick which style she wants so it better be extravagant.Good luck.” Jordan said

“Greaaatt, more stress.” I said mumbling as i stand up and started walking towards my office. As i was walking through the door i see her looking at me up and down from her door. Yes our offices are across from each other. A great fucking coincidence right? I turned around and faced her leaning against my door frame.

“Do you have problem? You’ve been looking at me all day with a stank face so what is your issue?” I said glaring back at her as i looked at her up and down.

Amber starts to smirk shake her head at me. “Nope. All i know is you better be prepared to lose your spot on top because once Keyshia looks at my design its game over for you baby girl. So, have fun while you can.”

“Girl bye, nobody is worried about your tired ass, old ass, styles. Amber you’ve put out the same style the past five assignments we’ve had its old sis. You want to impress somebody, impress yourself by trying new fabric or you know better yet try a career because this apparently isn’t it for you.” I said rolling my eyes and closing my door. I can’t believe that bitch really tired me. Just wait till I get my sketch ready, I born to do this.

~At the park~

Erik and Cameron were playing one on one while Sage and CJ were playing on the other side of the court. The kids got tired of just playing basketball so they wanted to do their own thing. Erik was whooping Cameron’s ass just like Terry said too.

“Where the fuck was you at last night? I called your ass to hit the strip club bruh. All the birds was there.” Cam said wiping the sweat off his forehead with his shirt.

“Man I was handlin’ business last night.” Erik said shooting the ball from the free throw line.

“What bitch was it this time?” Cameron said shaking his head and leaning on his knees. Erik chuckled bouncing the ball in between his legs.

“How you know I was with a bitch?”

“One you chuckling like you holding something, Two you never handle business without me being there or drop your location. So which one was it? Britney? La’toya? or Malina?” He said stealing the ball from Erik and going for a layup.

“I been stopped fucking with La’toya crazy ass. Remember i told you i caught that bitch puttin’ my sperm in a syringe?”

Cameron started laughing. “Hell yeah I remember that shit, that bitch was in love witchu! ’Erik gon’ be my baby’s father!’ It took me and the homies to pry that bitch off your ass.”

“Man, after that shit I was like nah i’m good shorty. But Malina.” Erik said biting his lip thinking about this morning.

“I had to put that bitch out on the curb though. She wouldn’t get out my bed and I had to take Lana to work.I wasn’t about to let this bitch sleep in my room while i was gone. Then fuck around and come back all my drawers cleaned out.” He said getting in his guard stance in front of Cameron.

“Wait, wait,wait y'all fucked this morning? Like right before you took Lana to work.You had to let the bitch spend the night too? Cuz that’s fucked up.You a dog bruh.” Cameron said laughing and pulling up to make a shot. Erik blocked the shot and switches spots.

“Man I was too drunk to take her back to her crib, I had the Henny in my system when i hit her. I told her to meet me at the spot right? She hop out the uber with this short ass dress on Cam like if the bitch bent over you could see the pussy lips wink at you bruh. I was like damn so we kickin’ it ,choppin’ it up then next thing I know she riding me on the hood of the car in the parking lot of McDonald’s. This was at like 3 in the morning too, we was up the street from my crib so i said fuck it slide through. Woke up and got in the guts again then Lana called.Kicked that bitch to the curb literally.” He said laughing as he shot a three. Erik looked back on the other side of the court to make sure Sage was okay.

Cam stood there with his mouth wide open. “Damn that bitch a freak. In the parking lot?!? Of McDonald’s?!?! Shitttt you should’ve called a nigga. We could’ve tag teamed that hoe.”

“Nigga please, Terry crazy ass aint finna’ air the clip out on me because you wanted to fuck another bitch. TJ got eyes everywhere on you. Every bitch in Inglewood know you her nigga.They aint finna’ try her or Lana.” Erik said shaking his head and taking his shirt off.

“I swear her crazy ass got a tracking device on my dick. I go into the bathroom she all like ‘Where you takin’ my dick?’ I say I’m going’ to the store she say ‘That bitch bet not be at the store.’ Next thing i know i get to the store she there waitin’ for a nigga. ‘I was just makin sure you came to the same store you always do.’” Like damn I can’t go nowhere without her being there.” Cameron said shaking his head. Erik looked behind Cameron and seen Terry’s car parked in the lot with her looking out the window at them.

“Speak of the devil, she shall appear.” He said nodding his head in the direction. Cameron raised his eyebrow with  confused look on his face.

“Cuz what you talkin’ bout?” He said turning around. “Gotdamn it ! See the shit I mean she crazy.I been gave yo crazy ass my location Terry!”Cameron said walking towards her car. Erik laughed shaking his head at them.

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[fxckinbaker-blog]

Friendship from my perspective

I go through phases, where I see other groups of females having fun together, being that close they sleep in the same bed after a night out and spooning each other or a work colleague takes time out of her busy schedule to call her bestie and talk her through a panic attack.

... And I feel like I’m missing out, I feel like I should have these female friends, that I can be totally myself around, almost wishing I was out with them on that night out they shared on their Snapchat story.

I don’t have many friends, after realising I wasn’t worth much to some, I blocked and deleted them because they were draining my energy, reading my messages (checking up on them) and then not replying, kept asking them, is everything okay? You wanna meet up soon? Have I done something wrong? (this is just within the last year)

At school I was the reject girl no one liked, I wasn’t pretty, I wasn’t skinny, I wasn’t as confident or outgoing compared to most girls in my school, barely any girls wanted to be my friend until I started my GCSEs and I had 2 friends, who up until recently I’ve just started talking to and meeting up with again.

Out of school I was friends with a girl from another school, who was also bullied, she was my best friend at the time and after she ran away from home she soon became my foster sister and started living with me. We both had crushes, all teenage girls do, I would know who hers was, but I’d never say anything to him. However when she knew who my crush was, she had to have all the attention. One prime example would be that we were at my friends house who I had a crush on, she took his belt off and put it on herself and made my crush and his friend chase after her all around the house, I was sat on the sofa the entire time, not having the best time of course. And this happened multiple times when we were kids. Around 2 years ago we went to the pub where her bf worked, and she was chatting up a bloke from her school “for me” but you could tell she loved the male attention, tying not to make it look like she was enjoying it too much, due to the fella keeping a watchful eye on her. We aren’t friends anymore

I was friends with 3 girls in sixth form, 1 of which used to bully me in primary school, and another got drunk and involved me and her best friend in a car accident, I have a statement to the police and she got a driving ban but her other friend didn’t, to protect her, I guess I may have done the wrong thing in terms of “the girl code” but her excuse was that she was having a hard time because she THOUGHT she may have been pregnant after having sex with a stranger abroad.. (like worrying about being pregnant is the main thing here, she could have gotten a nasty STI!?) and I just felt like, so you put your friends in danger all because you can’t keep your fucking legs closed. We aren’t friends anymore

When I was about 18 I made friends with a 14 year old who was a bit alternative, was mature for her age but certainly showed her real age when she drank alcohol, got giddy etc. We were friends for a long time and I classed her as my best friend at this time in my life, she also had another best friend who she lost touch with a little over the next few years after this, we used to make a thing about getting together every weekend to get drunk and stay at each other’s houses, make each other food, going shopping, all the girly stuff I craved doing with my mates in school, I’d reverted back to a 14 year old. We fell out a couple of times but she left school and got into working at make up counters. when she turned 18 she became a manager at Clinique in Debenhams and she seemed to change, she went from the skater girl I first met, who drank lambrini on the skate park to this blonde, pompous, Prosecco drinking arrogant twat.. her and another girl who hung around with us at the skatepark moved in together, I was asked to go out to Nonnas (a posh bar) after I broke up with someone but that wasn’t the reason she wanted to meet up, as she then said she would have to have a movie night with her dad, then again changed her mind because her dad said they and do it another time.. then asked if someone else could join us for “Prosecco”, during this meet up, I was able to tell my friend what my ex had done for me to dump him, and she sat and told me that I just need to find someone who’s different from me, then carried on a conversation with the other friend she had invited, every time I tried to have an input it was like they were singling me out, every time I went to say something, someone butted in and started talking about something else, I mentioned a trip they went on without me and that was the topic of conversation for the rest of my stay, I got interrupted again by the other friend shouting “let’s get cocktails” knowing they were £7 a cocktail and normally I wouldn’t expect my friends to pay that much for a drink for me, but this time it was like nah fuck it, you can pay, they got martinis in tall pretty glasses and I had an amaretto sour, it only took me till they both turned their backs to me to put their drinks neatly in front of a plant on the other side of the table to take a picture and upload it to Instagram tagging each other in it but not me and then captioned it as “just out with the bestie” no plural, shortly after I said I’m leaving after this drink and this cigarette and I did. There was some discussion about that evening, my friend did say she was sorry and that she didn’t think but then I felt like I was the friend that gets invited out when no one else is available, I’m the last resort, I’m the boring friend that isn’t any fun when I go out with a group of people, that group of friends were just not involving me in anything anymore and again was being ignored on messages. We are not friends anymore

I was friends with a girl who lived in a women’s refuge at the time, who had mental health problems, we became friends because I was making my way to the skatepark after seeing my boyfriend and she was leaving, I asked her why she was leaving and she said because she was being bullied, I said let’s get some weed and take the piss out of them, so we did and we spent nearly every day together after that, but she only stayed with me because I had weed for her to smoke, she kept promising she would get some when she got paid but never did, she got with my next door neighbour and once asked me for some fake tan and I said there will be some somewhere, when I found it I told her where it was and I’d get it for her when I remember, the next day it was gone and I asked her if she had taken it, she said no, however she slipped up by saying the brand of the fake tan, (St Moriz) and staying how it affects her skin, I knew she had lied and had it out with her and she apologised for lieing and stealing, I gave her one last chance, she called me crying saying she had enough of everyone, so I told her to come over to my place, have a night off smoking weed and just chill and have a pamper night, she said she will when she’s done something I asked her what it was and she said she was waiting for someone to come back to Queen’s Park so she can have a smoke with them, so around 2 hours went by and I called her again, she said she was still waiting for this guy, so I told her, do you think you can use me? Do you think you can just use my home like a hotel? And use me for weed? It was clear she was using me due to the fact she was staying where the weed were. We fell out for ages but we became friends again recently (no where near as close)

I was once friends with another girl who had mental health problems, she wanted to move to Sheffield after us being close for a while, she got with someone who was already living there, she saved my life as well, if it wasn’t for her I’d have committed suicide.. seriously.. she split with said guy, moved back to her mums for a bit and then moved back to Sheffield, she told me before she left that she would never forget about me or leave me out because she has an “attachment disorder” and that she is attached to me as a friend. We met up once the first time she moved and I arranged it, and I saw her when she was living with her mum but then when she moved back again, she uploaded a pic to her insta that she wouldn’t normally upload, she isn’t the kind to post pics of body parts let’s just say, so this was weird for me to see, so I asked about it and she basically shunted me and said if you don’t like it fuck off, I was just trying to understand why she felt the need to upload a pic like that, to get male attention essentially. She told me she’s into DDLG (dominant daddy little girl) but she said it wasn’t ever sexual whenever she entered “little space” where she would talk and act like a 4 - 7 year old girl, colouring in colouring books, having a stuffed toy and a dummy in her mouth (she called the dummy her “paci” as in pacifier) I got her to send me a link to a website that explains it in simple terms, I read it and still didn’t understand why she uploaded this picture, she said it was because her insta is like an online scrapbook and she said she thought she looked good in the photo and said she was doing it from a feminist perspective (which I just do not understand) but I respected this anyway and moved on from it even though, in my opinion, she should have more self respect, sorry for being old fashioned but that is just me. Photos aren’t yours once they reach the internet.. Js. After this I kept messaging her, checking in with her, asking if she wanted to meet up and things, I even texted her one day and as a joke I said you aren’t ignoring me are you? And she did in fact ignore me. Eventually after getting sick and tired of being ignored and getting upset about possible reasons why, I decided, this no longer serves me, and blocked and deleted her on all my social media profiles. We are no longer friends

I was friends with another girl with mental health issues, when I first met her she wouldn’t go out drinking, she just invited me over for a sleepover with alcohol and some munchies, which is still amazing, but I just spontaneously asked if she wanted to go out and honestly it was probably one of the best nights both of us had in ages. She started to come out of her shell a bit, we did a lot of things together and got quite close, we had such a laugh when we got drunk together, I probably miss her the most to be honest.. she fell out with me because she thought I was taking her for granted and perhaps I was without realising at the time but no, completely dropped me on my head and said “I don’t want anything to do with you anymore, I’ve had enough of being a doormat” not just with me but she had pied everyone off that she though weren’t good enough to be her friend, soon enough she had no friends but I stay in touch with her cousin and I spoke to her and she said she would pass on a message for me (after about 6 months or more) I didn’t get a message straight away but eventually I got a text from this girl, basically saying sorry it’s taken so long to message, that she had been thinking about what to actually message me, I wanted her to know that if she didn’t have anyone, I’m still here, cause I never meant any harm in the first place, she told me she just had enough and ended up fucking everyone off and her bf were the only friend she had left because she admitted she was too hard on some people. She went back into her shell and seemed to like it there, she came out drinking but only till around 10pm on New Year’s Eve 2018 with her bf and that was the last time I saw her, I tried to check on her and ask if she wanted to meet up, I got a rude reply from her bf which she apologised on his behalf for... and then continued to ignore me, the last message I sent was, have I done something wrong?? And I told myself, I’ll wait a week - a week went by and still no reply so I blocked and deleted her as well.

I started working for a company and a college friend helped me get the job, over the course of 2 years I got to know her a lot better, also had mental health problems, only she self harmed... A LOT and then covered the scars with tattoos, she told me why she self harms one day, she used to invite me to the pub but I never had the money or energy after working at a dog grooming salon - we had a new manager and we spoke about what she is and isn’t doing properly, I said one thing is that she isn’t sticking to the bookings, I would book in a specific breed with myself so that I could put it in my portfolio because it’s what I needed to move forward onto the assessment I needed to do, and because my manager had a big dog booked in with her, she would swap the dog I needed with the big dog so I had to groom the big dog and she could groom the cute small one instead. We bitched about our new manager quite a lot. I had been suspended in my first year because the girl that got me the job, reported me to management after I came in one morning while the main shop wasn’t open, the night before I checked my bookings and everything was fine but when I arrived for my shift, I had a labradoodle which required two people to groom her, she was very nervous, and I had it swapped onto my bookings because the girl that got me the job wanted to groom the smaller dog on her own, the nervous dog was pulling her legs away from me but the girl told management that I was pulling at her legs and swearing at her (WHEN SAID GIRL ACTUALLY PUNCHED A FUCKING DOG IN THE LEG WHILE I WAS RESTRAINING IT FOR HER - YOU’RE WELCOME BY THE WAY - THATS HOW A TEAM WORKS, YOU FUCKING HELP) after being suspended I was investigated and disciplined as gross misconduct, not only this but a lot of bitching and a lot of rumours later, (roughly a year later - after I had been signed off work with anxiety and depression) I came back and during my day I had to deal with a customer complaint, I asked both the girl and another colleague to support me by putting my next dog back in a cage while I help a customer make a complaint, no management were around so I had to wait with the customer, I hadn’t realised that when I came into the main salon area that my next dog was still hooked up to what we call a noose, so I put him away and carried on, I got suspended that day as well and later investigated and had a disciplinary hearing for gross misconduct - the girl told me she felt guilty and shouldn’t have gone to management and should have helped me, I was asked if I would like to be taken out of the grooming salon and into the shop, I basically said you can stick your job up your arse, cause I’d had enough of everyone in the grooming salon banding together to purposefully make me anxious and picking on me. Even this girls parents don’t like me, they look at me in disgust and I even saw this girl yesterday, while she walked past she must have seen me and she muttered under her breath “ooohh god” oh I am sorry for my mere existence?? I’m sorry for doing absolutely nothing to you to deserve being stabbed in the back like that. I actually thought we were friends. I was clearly wrong to think that.

So this now brings me to a sort of conclusion, where I say something like, so all you bitches can suck a dick. No, I’ve held onto this for years, and I can’t seem to let go. I don’t understand why I get misunderstood and mistreated by so-called friends, I don’t understand why people think it’s a normal thing to stab your friend in the back when all they’ve done is try to be there for you, cause I’ve been through some shit, but I think this hurts me the most, when I look back at friendships that have broken down either because of my actions or their actions, I just can’t seem to get closure on this and I can’t seem to let it go either.

So all I ask is this, if you think you’ve been mentioned on this or you think you’ve done something really shitty towards me, then please have some fucking balls, PM me and tell me what the fuck I have done wrong to deserve this bullshit? So I can ACTUALLY understand why? And maybe ACTUALLY move on and be able to enjoy my life a little more? Stop being a shitty person all ya fuckin life

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New year new me...right?

So I’ve had about 3 weeks off from my last semi-drunken post (hope you all enjoyed) had a few uni exams, so had to focus on those too, but now I’ve got some free time and guess what, I’m actually really enjoying it thank you for asking. Nah I’ve took to learning a new language, I’ve always wanted to and the course was on sale so I thought why not may as well. But for now I need to find a movie I can write a review about because it’s long overdue, and I miss doing them. I mean I’ve built up a pretty sizable audience of you fellas not to flex on yall and I feel now that you all seem to enjoy the reviews. Maybe I’ll reminisce today.

So any of you remember the strawberry jawbreakers from like year 7 at secondary school, for my americans that’s like 12 years old so like middle school I think for all the americans and I don’t know, canadians I guess. But what you’d do is after school, so around 2:30 you’d take your saved pound from dinner and go in and pick up a 4 pack of jawbreakers, and every day you’d see how many you could finish at once, I remember one time I managed to fit all 4 in and was happily chewing with a very full mouth until they started getting sour, bought the wrong ones, the ‘acid lime’ flavour, yeah I started frothing at the mouth like a dog with rabies, I remember my face hurt from laughing and also from the jawbreakers, of course none of my friends helped, we were small town working class english, we laughed at your suffering for a good 10 minutes before we’d help you. I miss how easy being 12 was, I mean I wasn’t clinically depressed till 13, then again I wasn’t working out so maybe I don’t miss it so much. 

Now looking back I mean this memory is as minor as minor can get, but for some reason it’s one I remember the most. I mean if I was to live my life by anything it would be to enjoy the little things, I mean the big things are nice, having a kid or getting married or whatever, can’t say I have experience but I imagine they are, but it’s the little things that really make everything better, I mean if you went to the gym and walked out and woke up the next day jacked as fuck it would just be like ‘oh cool’ but if you went consistently every week for years and grinded away, with all these crazy experiences, seeing a guy backflip on a treadmill as a warmup or seeing a bodybuilder doing handstand press ups or watching a guy go on all fours on the stair climber, that crazy shit and the hard work makes it so much memorable and so much more worth doing. I enjoy reminiscing sometimes, I mean I haven’t had the most amazing life, a lot of it hasn’t been the best and there’s somethings that I can’t let go of or forget, whether they be good or bad, but your life is your own and it’s always gonna be that way, you grow with your experiences, whether they are good or bad, too much of one creates an imbalanced person, whether they be too egotistical or arrogant or shy or nervous or anxious or whatever, you have to learn to live with everything because unfortunately it doesn’t go away. 

Now this whole speech may be out of nowhere but I found out on maybe the 4th of this new year that a girl I was in classes with and often spoke to in school is dying of stage 4 cancer, she cancelled the treatment and everything, she’s done. And it’s not my job to feel sorry or pity her, I imagine she just wants to be treated regularly in what time she has left. I’m not gonna mention her name, although it is unusual, or say I was incredibly close to her or look for any sort of sympathy. But this girl I went through 5 years of school with is going to die at 20, she doesn’t get to grow up, or to make mistakes or to start a family or anything, she’s done. Now I get chances she doesn’t I can keep going with my life, possibly start a family, or a successful career or whatever, and looking at what I have now as a uni student I can only be thankful, not some insta #blessed bollocks, genuinely thankful for who I became. I come from a small town like I’ve said numerous times before with not many chances and not a very well off family with which I have a very strained relationship, but at least I get that chance to keep going, what happens I have no fucking clue, and quite frankly I’m most likely alone in the whatever I choose to pursue, but it’s mine, and it’s a luxury. 

Now I’m sorry for the downer but I thought this rather shit situation could be turned into a lesson or something, of course it’s serious what’s happening to her so if you feel like it affected you feel free to bugger off and not finish reading I won’t be offended, we have been an unluckiy year though, one girl dead a few years ago in a car crash and this girl dying, we only left school 3 years ago but I’m sure it happens. Anyway hope you got some enjoyment out of this and I’ll see you all again soon with a more upbeat movie review.