#what it feels like to be helped to solve a problem but like i still have to solve it

[cherryblossombankai]

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: You and Toshinori are matched on a site for "companionship" that touts being able to choose the perfect sugar baby for the client.

Warnings: virginity loss, premature ejaculation, oral sex, creampie, obsession, sex work, sugar baby/sugar daddy dynamics

A/N: Made for a little fic swap between myself and @actuallysaiyan! I hope you love it!

Tag List: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @helloiamadrawer, @satorustar, @sweet-chocolate-sweet,

Toshinori has never had time for romance. For so long he stayed so busy with hero work he didn’t even notice the empty spot in his life. How can you notice that you don’t have anyone to hold at night when you don’t bother going home until your body is nearly useless from exhaustion? You can’t notice how nobody celebrates your birthday with you if you spend all day working instead. He doesn’t notice it until the empty spot has become a great black hole, and then he spends night after night tossing and turning in bed with empty arms. 

He knows it's his fault. He never made room in his life for anything else besides fighting villains and being a symbol of peace. It feels like the time for flowers and romance has passed him by. Even if he wanted to try to find someone, who would want him: a broken-down hero who has never even been intimate with anyone aside from one late-night makeout session with Dave that took place (what feels like) a lifetime ago? 

The first time he saw the ad, he was watching porn. His cock was in his hand, ready for action. Instead of focusing on the pretty girl sucking a cock, his eyes instantly find an elegantly designed ad that looks quite out of place among the lewd positions that accompanied the rest. 

‘Are you lonely?’ the ad says in its pristine script. Then a smaller font says, ‘We can match you with the perfect companion?’

“Of course I’m lonely,” he rolls his eyes and tries to just ignore the ad. He watches the pretty girl on her knees, trying to imagine he’s the one grabbing her hair and thrusting into her mouth. 

As soon as he cums, thick strings that cover his fist, he thinks about that damn ad again. He tosses his phone to the side and goes to clean himself up. However, when he picks the phone up again the ad is still there. This time he can’t help letting curiosity get the better of him. He clicks the ad and is taken to a surprisingly well-designed website. The information he scrolls through explains that the company would require him to take a few different types of personality quizzes and evaluations all to match him with his ‘perfect companion’. 

The fine print, of course, is that his perfect companion will only accompany him for a fee, a percentage of which goes to the matchmaker. That’s the part that causes him to click off the ad and try to put it completely out of his mind. It would be an absolute scandal if it was ever found out that All Might had paid someone for companionship, and maybe even more if— 

No. He can’t let himself picture it. 

Over the next few days, he tries quite valiantly to forget about the whole idea. Still, he can’t completely put it out of his mind no matter how hard he tries. It would solve many problems for him if he was brave enough to go through with it. He wouldn’t have to worry about going through the whole dating ordeal to find someone, the company would take care of that. 

‘Don’t even think about it,’ he tries over and over to dissuade himself.

A week passed before he signed up. He did it so fast that he didn’t even have time to stop himself. There was no time to second guess. He needed someone badly, and this was the one time he would throw some money at a problem in hopes of fixing it. 

It took a couple more days for the company to respond. It came as an email with the attached profiles of three potential partners for him that he could choose from. There was a file that highlighted the complementary qualities as well as points of interest for Toshinori to keep in mind. 

The moment he saw your photos, he felt his heart race with excitement. You are beyond pretty— you’re a goddess as far as he’s concerned. You included some racy boudoir shots in your photo album, and he couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in response. He imagined himself in that dim lighting with you, slowly peeling off that nearly sheer robe to reveal the lace bustier underneath. 

He chooses you without even looking at the third profile. 

***

Your first meeting with Toshinori has to go perfectly. Although you’re nervous as can be, you want this to go well. As soon as the two of you started texting, you felt a connection. He was genuine and easy to talk to. You had a lot in common, including a love for indie movies. However, what sticks out to you the most is how kind he is. Most men would’ve already been asking for nudes or videos, but Toshinori hasn’t even initiated a sexting session. The few times he sent you anything flirty, you were sure it was an accident. He’s gentle, and you like that about him. 

When you walk into the coffee shop for the first time, he’s stunned by the sight of you. For a moment you linger by the door, pretty eyes carefully scanning the room for him. He watches the sweet smile rise to your lips, you’re so excited you even bounce a little bit before coming to the table. He stands up and pulls your chair out for you. 

“I’m glad you made it,” he says shyly, he can barely even look at you right now. If he thought you were a goddess just from the photos, he’s convinced of it now that he’s seen you in person. The photos didn’t do you justice. 

Instead of taking a seat right away, you hug him first. You give him a quick peck on the cheek before sitting down, “Me too! I’ve been so excited to meet you!” 

Years of hero work have made Toshinori aware of when people are lying to him, and he’s shocked to find that you’re genuine in the sentiment. He wonders if you also feel as overwhelmingly nervous as he does. 

“It’s a good thing we’re both here, then,” he chuckles softly as he takes a seat across from you. “I couldn’t wait any longer to see you.” 

He spends a few moments just staring at you longingly. He can’t believe how beautiful you are, and that such a beautiful girl is so happy to be with him. 

“I’m gonna go order some coffee,” you say sweetly, pulling him out of his thoughts. 

“Wait, allow me!” he says as he stands up. “I’ll get it.” 

“Oh, okay!” you tell him your order, and he makes his way up to the front. 

You feel so happy right now. He’s just as adorable and kind as you expected him to be. You can’t wait to see how things go with him. Maybe this time, you finally found a man who wants to take care of you and who will still treat you kindly. The first sugar daddy you found was rude and cruel to you. Toshinori seems different. You almost feel like you’d be happy to be with him even without the prospect of money, but unfortunately, tuition and rent won’t pay themselves. Still, there’s no law saying you can’t have true feelings for him. 

When he returns, he sets your coffee down in front of you. To your surprise, he also sets down a small white box with an assortment of pastries inside. 

“I thought we might like snacks while we talk,” he says bashfully. 

“That’s lovely, Toshinori! Thank you,” you smile at him. 

He feels his cheeks burning at your praise. He’s really done it, he’s made you happy. For the briefest of moments all is right in the world. 

*** 

Pleasing you becomes his favorite pastime. Whether he’s taking you out shopping or he has your legs spread while he eagerly eats you out, there’s nothing he loves more than taking care of you. He becomes obsessed with you in his own way. He leases you an apartment close to his, and that only lasts a few months before he’s asking you to move in with him. You drop the company altogether when he makes a fuss about you having to give a percentage of your ‘allowance’ to them. 

“I want it all to go to you, babygirl,” he had said on the night he brought up the idea. Secretly, he also wanted to make sure he kept you. 

It’s a dream come true for you. The live-in sugar baby to a man who adores you with his whole being and treats you like you walk on water is not a bad gig. Except you feel guilty at times. He gives you so much, and yet he never really asks for anything in return. You’ve offered him things, but he’s so shy he can’t imagine going through with anything. He’s never even mentioned sex. 

You have to take matters into your own hands. 

One night after dinner, you guide him to the bedroom. You have him sit on the bed and wait for you. 

“I have a little surprise, daddy,” you explain with a playful wink before disappearing into the large, walk-in closet. 

Once you close the door, you begin changing into a silk and lace nightgown. When you emerge again, Toshinori’s eyes widen. 

“Oh…y-you look beautiful!” he says as he stands up to come to you. His hands are gentle on your hips. 

“You like it, daddy?” 

“I love it,” he leans down to kiss you. “You look like an angel.” 

When he starts guiding you towards the bed, you know what he wants to do. However, you don’t want him spoiling you tonight. You want to take care of him, this time completely. 

“Don’t, baby,” you kiss him again, then lower yourself to your knees in front of him. You’re holding his gaze as you reach for his belt. “Let me take care of you, daddy. Please?” 

“Babygirl, I don’t want to…Disappoint you.” 

“Why would I be disappointed? I love everything about you, Toshinori. Absolutely everything.” 

His cheeks turn pink as he looks down at you. He runs his fingers through your hair gently. “Alright, alright. Show me what you can do, sweetheart.” 

You’d intended to do just that. You wanted to rock his world, to show him all the things he seems to have missed out on. There were quite a few tricks up your sleeve you wanted to pull out, but you didn’t get the chance. When your hand wraps around his throbbing cock it only takes a trio of gentle strokes before thick strings of cum are covering your face. 

“Oh!” you pull away just from the surprise of it. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Toshinori’s big cock is still halfhard as he tries to force it back into his boxers. He had expected to be able to last longer, after all he jerks off regularly, but there was something different about having you touch him that made him lose control. He begins gently wiping the cum off your face with his shirt. 

“It’s okay, it happens,” you say half-heartedly. 

“No, fuck, no it doesn’t,” he sighs. He sits back down on the bed, his face in his hands to avoid looking at you. 

“Baby, it’s okay,” you assure him again. You sit between his knees, massaging his thighs gently. “Look at me, Toshinori,” you coax his hands from his face. 

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he caresses your cheek. “You know I don’t expect you to lie to me just because you think its what I want to hear.” 

“I’m not lying, daddy,” you kiss his hands gently. His half-hard cock stiffens a little more in response. You suck on his fingers. Then you reach out to free him from his pants again. You kiss and suck on the tip of his cock gently, and he stiffens fully in your hand. “Perfect, daddy. That’s good.” 

“Fuck, baby…” he shakes his head, surprised but also pleased by your tenacity. 

You manage to take him deep down your throat. He is trembling as he tries to hold himself back from cumming again. The pleasure is unlike anything he’s ever known before. His hands tangle in your hair, ready to pull you off of him in an instant if he thinks he’s gonna make an ass of himself again. 

You pull off his cock gently, giving it one more kiss before looking up at him. You stand up and strip off your nightgown, leaving it in a wilting pile at your feet. His eyes are drinking in every inch of your body. He reaches out to touch you, starting at your waist and moving down the curve of your hips. 

“I want you inside of me, Toshinori. I’ve wanted it for a long time,” you whisper softly as you carefully settle on his lap, straddling him. You caress his cheeks gently and run your fingers through his hair. 

“Baby, are you sure?” he kneads gently as your waist, just underneath your tits. He never wants to make you feel like you owe him anything. He wants you to do this because you want him as much as he’s craved you. 

“I’m more than sure,” you kiss him softly, then a little deeper. 

His tongue is soft and warm against yours. You reach down to guide his cock to your entrance. He feels like a teenage boy, shaking with excitement. His head lulls against your shoulder as you sink down his length, letting out a soft moan as your pussy stretches around his cock. 

“Fuck, you’re huge,” you pant softly. 

He grunts, “Don’t say things like that.” 

“Why not?” you giggle softly. You kiss him deeply and continue rocking your hips. 

You don’t quite get to pick up a good pace before you feel him tense up. His fingers dig into your hips as he floods your pussy with his cum. You slow to a stop. He rolls you onto your back, and begins thrusting sloppily. 

“I can keep going,” he growls softly. 

He buries his face against the curve of your neck as he fucks you. He’s sloppy, but oh so eager. You wrap your legs around his waist and your hands are tangled in his hair. Every so often you give it a firm tug just to make him growl against your neck. With every thrust, his cock hits your sweet spot. 

It’s perfect. Everything you had imagined in the last few months failed to live up to the reality of the man you adore making love to you. He reaches down to rub your clit to pull out even more pleasure from you. When you reach your climax, he treasures the way his name sounds being cried from your lips with so much adoration. It means everything to him. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he pants, punctuating every cry with another thrust. He cums inside of you one final time, clinging to you like you could disappear if he loosened his grip. 

When you both come down from your orgasms, he pulls out of you gently. He lays beside you, pulling you to his chest and playing with your hair. 

“You were worth the wait,” you giggle softly. 

“I’m glad, baby.” 

He kisses your forehead gently, then he peels himself away from you. He pulls his pants back up, then goes to the bathroom. A few moments later, you hear the water running for a bath. Toshinori prepares to continue spoiling you. 

[evillinuxuser]

Dear American leftist.

So you want to make the world better. Please here me out.

You recognize that your parties are ultimately just capitalist racists/sexists/lgbt-phobes and capitalist collaborators/copagandists/war criminals. You want to tear this system to the ground (understandably), just have a revolution and build a new one, a democratic-socialist utopia.

That's not gonna happen yet.

Most Americans want to make the world better. But they will not agree with you on the means or even the end goal.

And you *can't have a revolution* without widespread support (or at least most people not being outright hostile to your end goal - the dirty word socialism). Your current representative system is going to remain for some time still. Your president will have power and they will have the largest and most dangerous power over minorities and marginalized people.

It is important who gets to wield this power.

It is important who gets to appoint the next Supreme Court justices. Even if Democrats don't really care about abortion rights and are just using it as a talking point - their appontees consistently rule in favor of women. This applies equally to race and LGBT issues, and to the legislative and executive branches.

On Palestine and lesser evils

I feel like the most important or one of the most important reasons for leftists who do not vote is the situation in Gaza and independence for Palestine and the lack of action on part of the Dems.

I will not actually talk policy here because even if you think both will do equally bad things for Palestine, you just cannot reason that this means both parties are equal or equally bad. Let me draw you a table (tumblr doesn't have tables?):

How the fuck is there no lesser evil here?

If you do not vote for Dems for the sake of your conscience, you are either a coward who is too immature to make hard decisions or you plain *do not care* for LGBT people, women, PoC, or immigrants.

(Footnote: Dems wont solve your existing racism problems. But people will suffer due to government inaction rather than government WANTING them to suffer and actively using its resources to create more suffering)

You're the guy in the trolley problem NOT pulling the lever to save four lives. Sure, it would be PREFERRABLE if there were no PEOPLE TIED TO THE TRACKS. But they are right now and the state of being tied to a track is called marginalization.

Voting third party does not help.

Your system is rigged against you to allow only two parties.

See this video for explanation.

By not voting, or voting third party, you are saving no one (except your own conscience, selfishly). Vote and then do some more actually useful stuff.

How the fuck does voting impact your ability to organize politically in other ways? Do you think low voter turnout will somehow convince both Reps and Dems that actually, they're both illegitimate and willing to give way to a new system now? Obviously not?!

So you want to make the world better. This is not what US elections are for. They are for slowing down the world getting worse. Thanks for reading all of that. Sincerely, and in a deep worry tumblr user evillinuxuser (Not an American)

[in-nova-tion]

The reason why jjk end really pissed me off was because of how anticlimactic it was. Gojo along with all my fav character dying was sure something after some time I couldn't care anymore. What made me angry was how nothing was solved in the end. I always thought that Geto was right about wanting to eradicate non sorcerers. But went the wrong way about it. They had two possibilities to eradicate curses.

Either they informed humans that the negative emotions they released was creating curses that they (sorcerers) had to fight, which could go terribly wrong bc some ppl are just evil

Either they kill all humans, cut the problem from its root, take out all humans -> no negative energy -> no curses. Which is what he wanted to do.

Now Geto was wrong for two reasons.

His hatred for human (created by Toji) was unjust. Humans don't know they create curses so you can't blame them it's not something they control that why you also can't blame them for not being able to use jujutsu.

It was an unfair fight. He can use jujutsu, they can't. He's aware of the truth, they aren't. If humans were aware of curses and we're able to help it but didn't I would've understood his feeling and been like okay fair enough considering he literally has to swallow curses.

So I wasn't so mad at his death but Geto had an idea to get rid of the main issue, they refused and got rid of him. (ALSO HAD GOJO DO IT ?) Went on with their idea and still didn't find anything to solve the problem ? Oh okay when is jujutsu Shippuden coming out because ain't no way this is how this story ends. A repetition of the cycle

[aberrational]

"I understand what you mean, really, about being defined by this in a wholly literal sense, which makes it seem outright impossible to ever fight against the tide, but, like--" it points down at the ground to indicate this interaction in its entirety, "is this, all of this, dictated by someone else? Are every single one of your lines fed through the perception of humanity, or do you consciously choose your words with respect to what is expected of you? Is it full fledged control, influence, or voluntary? By what degree, and what mechanics, are you molded by mythos?"

The Perfect Person has a vested interest in this specific ideology, this coercion to act a certain way. God knows (in a literal sense) he is an unshaking victim to this phenomenon, and almost as if to torment him by forcing it t witness what it could never achieve on its own, to assist someone else in breaking from their own chains is one of his top priorities- though, realistically and increasingly, he doesn't care on a personal level about Lucifer or his plight. He could just turn around and let the man fade from his mind, no longer offer himself up to fix a problem that this devil literally did not want anyone bothering with.

The main sticking point is that being controlled is, typically, inherently harmful and distressing. The happiness and contentedness often felt by victims is a facade; in some way they are worse off for their condition, even if they do not acknowledge it or work around it. "I am fine with what others dictate I am" is often rooted in "I am incapable of changing what I am" which is often itself rooted in an unrealistic paranoid belief or tangible issue which should be battled in some sort of magnificent quest. What can be solved and stands in the way of (as the perfect Person deems it) ideal living must be dealt with.

Still, Lucifer either seems genuinely fine, or more effort than he'd be worth if the Perfect Person really became invested, and overall, the Perfect Person genuinely generally doesn't care. Lucifer is not cute or particularly handsome, nor an actual ideological mess it would be concerned with, so the only thing that would make it sincerely interested would be the bad boy factor. Which leads into...

"Hey, now," the Perfect Person says, big wide smile growing on its cute fluffy little face. Evident in how it offered itself on a silver platter to be attacked viciously, physical threats do not frighten the cat as the nature of its being bars it from feeling nerve based pain. Being loomed over only delights the Perfect Person, proving that it has gotten under Lucifer's skin. If it can't improve Lucifer's life, at the very least it can bother him. "I'm just here to see you happy, y'know? I just want to make sure you know what you need or want, and that you can get it. Whether that be resolving whatever mental tangles have built up in your mind, or just letting you kick back and indulge in-- well, just about anything. Whatever! Whatever you want. If it'd help you." It flutters its eyelashes at Lucifer. "And if you'll only be nicies. To me, at least."

"How? My entire existence is know by mythos mitosis." Generally speaking, there'd been so much media that had his-- "Ah, God." He clarified. "Elohim. God. Yahweh. Allah. Heavenly Father. Pops."

"To borrow some words; I am that I am." And no one needed to know more about him. His personal quirks, as it were. When he was summoned or worshipped or thought about or rotated in a human mind like a curious blorbo, no one was really thinking about him outside of his role--his Mantle. What he got up to outside of that was his own business. His own life. The two overlapped, of course. So where does the Mantle end and where does he begin? Who knows. What he could say was that Sam was a whole different manifestation of the Satan-Mantle than Stan was. Performatively? Not very different. They both hurt him and had an obsession with him and his torment. Granny Smith versus a Honeycrisp. They're both apples.

As for...hedonism and mindlessness? His expression grew stony. Anyone that asked that to his face was out for blood. Like Sloth and Stan and Ashema. And his old friend heroin. Alcohol. Quaaludes. Overstimulation that lead to deep crashing out.

"How is that any of your business?" He asked while leaned in closer with a harsh voice.

[bueris]

okay maybe I should seriously reconsider my path in life and sell my soul to marketing or journalism instead

[naivety]

have to go pick up a washing machine tomorrow a coworker snagged for $75 [!] and lug it all the way upstairs [....] to hook up before somehow draining the old one [...] because it broke mid-cycle washing sheets not once but twice thrown up on by cat [...] and we can't even get it to drain [....] 🙏 and hopefully finish putting together a 2 weeks late little birthday gift box for my sibling because i literally forgot until the night before and wanted to die. and get my axle looked at cause it might be bent. day off ❤️

[sundragon]

I remind myself they can get that need met elsewhere, so it's not mine or your responsibility to be the one to do it. I like thinking about other people's emotions too, but it's usually in a "this is exhausting, how do they live like this" kind of way lol. To me it's so much hair-splitting. If I get in my ego about it I start to think I could solve a lot of humanity's problems. And maybe I could, but it wouldn't be my place, they wouldn't really learn anything from a sky daddy fixing their issues even if it was me doing it.

So yeah haha, it does sound familiar! To me it's just...logical. Not to sound like a stereotype but when all else fails, I can rely on clear thinking to sort it out. I don't support marginalized people because I feel their pain myself and get in my emotions about it, but because it's the right thing to do and I'd be a hypocrite not to - I wouldn't want to be assaulted, killed, trapped in a cage, tortured, etc, and I'm sure no one else wants that either. You can be detached and still understand that, so to me, if anyone takes issue with you not knowing what to do with the waterworks, then they're just not getting their need met elsewhere. Not your problem.

I'm asexual too, and it's very similar. Some people genuinely suffer without sexual contact in a relationship and that is so alien to me! I need sex like I need a broken wing, so all I can do is shrug and just take their word for it, and go from there. \o/

I'm the only guy I know who genuinely enjoyed the covid lockdowns, because I could walk outside and have peace and quiet and not be expected to do much at all (after I left my retail job at least), but according to other people I've talked to this was traumatizing. I'm still baffled by that one but again, I just take their word for it.

I'll be honest and even say that if the friend I mentioned died tomorrow, I wouldn't cry about it. It would be... weird to have them just gone suddenly, but I wouldn't be sad. For their sake I'd hope that whatever's on the other side is peaceful, or at least blissfully empty, and that they didn't die while suffering, but that's about it. I'd definitely take care of their gecko though. To some people this makes me a capital M monster and well, alrighty. At the same time I'd still save their life if I had the choice to, because being alive is (usually) preferable, and I know plenty of so-called good and kind people who wouldn't lift a finger to help them because they're queer. So if we're the monsters for not being able to mirror their emotions 1:1 then I think that's great actually. There's times they need us too, for what we do offer, and if they're good to us then we'll be around.

i dont know how to explain that i lose the capability to speak english and type when i shift. and it is almost impossible for me to conceptualize trust or friendship or comfort or anything of that nature whatsoever. people who talk to me call me emotionless and unsupportive and I just say "I don't understand what to do here," they beg and ask me if I understand love or have any sympathy and I just say i dunno. yeah i dunno man. maybe I don't? when I shift I feel seriously like others around me are not relevant to me and my emotions. my dragon brain just cannot comprehend that in that state. it understands loyalty and other complex things. but it doesn't understand love. it understands territory and dominance and etc. but I can't sit here and say it thinks like a person about people and human connections

[pinehutch]

Feel like there's a type of fun I've forgotten to be having!

[funkle420]

*takes my last adderall so i can finish all my work in one day*

*finishes one (1) assignment*

*gets distracted and spends the rest of the day hyperfocusing on delicious in dungeon again*

[godsfavoritescientist]

AU where Ford was so down to end the world that he told Bill this during their first meeting, and Bill went "oh shit really? Let's end the world together!" and everyone was on the same page about their plans from the beginning

[kon-konk]

Now that I can put together a coherent thought again, I've gone to the realization that basically all of my favorite characters should not be taking care of someone sick

But a character that my brain says "stay in the next room over or else" about (Yuri) is the exact person I'd want to take care of me. Will I come out of it with nightmares and a fear of doctors? Probably. Will I come out of it not sick anymore? I got faith in Yuri.

[gxlden-angels]

Hello! I apologize if this is a nosy question, but what is the silly feelings wheel app you were talking about in a previous post? My therapist and I have been working on identifying feelings but I still very much rely on a list of feeling words to have any idea what I’m feeling, so it could be a helpful resource. No worries if you don’t want to share, just thought I would ask :)

It's called How We Feel! I'm not sure if it's available on all devices yet, but it's on ios and the google play store for sure.

I've been using it for about a year. It's more of a chart than a wheel but people usually recognize the wheel better so that's what I call it. When you first start it has a 10-part tutorial about emotional acceptance and regulation, then it has suggestions for each category of emotion. You can access both at any time tho after those first 10 days.

It has a share option so you can have friends, which has been great for me cause it prompts me to check on friends and them to do the same for me. It allows you to just respond with a little emoji in like a "I'm here for you" little notification to your friend, or you can reach out to your friend on your own. Its really helped me cause I'm bad at reaching out when I need support so to me and I'm bad about taking on other's problems even when I can't handle it so being able to send a little emoji instead to make sure my friends know I'm there if they need me and them doing the same has been great

[drev-the-procrastinator]

love waking up to my mom giving me an ultimatum and ordering that i have to give up my (admittedly expensive) apartment 1n 2 weeks and move back home for good. i had stuff to do today but i guess being gripped by dread and anxiety works too

[scarletcomet]

ngl besties but i am not doing so great right now. anyone else not able to function because of constant thoughts of hurting yourself and crushing depression?

[buckynats]

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[naturenaruto]

anyways 30 really does indeed Hit Hard so if i gave any advice to anyone itd be to think about your life like youve just gone back in time, time travelled to 5 years ago. pretend ur life got worse in the future but you got to go back, what would you have changed 5 years ago? what was the biggest problem you had 5 years ago?

is the same stuff still a problem now?