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This was originally going to start as a post asking for advice so feel free to throw in your opinion, but lately I've been learning to be more confident and firm so I figured it was better to make this decision and just announce it here just because it kinda feels good to get it off my chest. Also this post is gonna be kinda long and doesn't have all the details cause ugh i'm so tired of putting more energy into this thing. (Also I apologize to the mods in advance cause I wasn't sure which forum this should go into >_<) I've been in love with this girl I met during my first year in college. I was hella nervous and awkward around her in the first few months so I can definitely understand how that must have turned her off. Anyway, I asked her out a bit too soon and naturally got a "do you mind being just friends?" reply. Obviously I said I was fine with it but I still liked her so I would still try texting her and talking to her when I could. She seemed to try avoiding me a lot, but was really nice and wouldn't ignore me. I would also try not being to pushy or text her regularly at first because well if someone's avoiding you, it's better not to keep bothering them. Of course I was a bit selfish I guess so every now and then I couldn't help but want to get to know her better so I would still approach and talk to her from time to time. (Note: I had been told at one point that a few of her friends actually recommended her to go out with me, so like you know I guess I wasn't as bad as I thought i was) This is where a friend usually told me I needed to be more persistent rather than giving up on her. That advice, is the advice that has bothered me for a long time, partially because in a lot of people's lovelife persistence does work. Because you see a lot of time has gone by since then and I did become more persistent in talking to her and we grew a bit closer. Some of my friends even felt we had good chemistry and that she did sort of like me. Eventually, before I transferred to America, I did confess my feelings and asked her if she sees us being a thing. She kind of gave me a personal reason for why she doesn't think it would work out and I understood and respected that. It kind of explained why she kept me at a distance and why it often felt like I was the only one ever starting our conversations, never the other way around I still kept talking to her every now and then, because I couldn't stop being in love with her and wanting to spend time with her or doing nice things for her where I could. Don't get me wrong, I definitely think I was being selfish. Eventually I transferred to the U.S and well, I decided it was time for me to stop being the person that always texts first and starts the conversation. We barely spoke since then and it became more and more clear that I was the only one ever trying to talk. I'm not sure why I'm like this, I've never felt so strongly about another woman ever before, so even after being really far away I couldn't stop thinking about her and on some level comparing other girls I met to her. I felt it was holding me back so i deleted her from my instagram and well she found out. She asked me about it and after a small argument I confessed that I still had feelings for her and needed space to move on.(PEOPLE TAKE NOTE: If you want to distance yourself from someone you've made your feelings clear to, please for the love of god talk to them BEFORE you do it) (Additonal note: during that conversation she said she didn't keep in touch because she felt I wanted to start a new. I get that, but it kind of doesn't change the fact that someone is willing to spend no time to even check up on how you're doing) Here's where a big part of my dilemma is. I have tried meeting other girls in my new university, but so far it feels like I still haven't met anyone I feel even half as strongly about. It's like what I felt for her was something special and even now I can't shake off the feeling that I'm making a mistake completely giving up on her and moving on. To make it more complicated, a close of friend of mine fell really deeply for a woman he met around the same time. He's the friend that advised me to be more persistent in the first place, because he was like that himself. In fact he was a bit too much, as everyone else around him usually says. He absolutely refuses to give up on her even after 3 years and has constantly kept texting and reaching out to the girl he likes first, only holding on to the really small chance that it can work out someday. Like me, he also transferred to the U.S so is far away from the woman he's been in love with, but he has constantly planned and focused on the idea that he can make it work out in the future, despite the fact that she now had two boyfriends since meeting him. But the thing is, she actually reaches out to him to keep in touch and they talk a lot about things, sometimes pretty deep conversations. It's even starting to sound like it might work out for him someday and I'd be happy for him, but it would sure as hell leave me with the feeling that I made the wrong choice. This is where I'm left questioning if my choices were wrong. Was constant, undying persistence in showing the woman you like you refuse to give up on her the right choice? Maybe I found someone really special and screwed everything up. I've been feeling like that alot, what if I had one chance at finding love and I was too shy to go for it and eventually gave up on her? What if I've screwed up by giving up on a woman who is sweet, honest, intelligent and open-minded. A woman who's values are similar to mine and feels like someone who would honestly make a great partner if we ever managed to give things a go. That's been eating at me a lot lately. What if I ruined my chance at love by giving up when I should have simply refused to give up and persuaded her to give things a chance? I think it scares me because I've grown up seeing a lot of bad marriages and relationships and I can't shake the idea that the chances of me having a happy one are little to none and I've sometimes heard people give this advice where when you find someone really special who makes amazes you and makes your heart skip a beat you hold on and never let go. But here I am, making the final decision to let go of her for good. I still have doubts about it and I'm a little scared I really am completely ending the chances of making things work out with a pretty amazing person, in a lot of ways that I'd rather not detail in a post on the internet. So what governed my decision to push forward and move on anyway? Because despite how naiive I am, I believe love, the love that's healthy and worth holding on to, is a two-way effort. She is a phenomenal woman and I may have been an idiot a couple of times, but the one thing I always felt was myself trying to give things a chance and her hardly trying. She had her reasons, I'm not silly enough to be mad at her for them, but I'm still going to move forward, because no matter how amazing she is, I don't feel happy. I don't feel happy about the idea of chasing someone who clearly doesn't want to be chased and I sure as hell don't wanna be a selfish jerk who expects her to put up with my feelings. I don't think being persistent is bad and I plan to be more confident and persistent the next time I really like someone, but whatever chance I had with this woman is in the past and at this point I think my feelings have just dragged on pointlessly. Another thing is my current belief that when it's meant to be and you walk away, that person is going to actually try and stop you. I don't see her even reaching out to me so I think I'm just going to keep moving on. I'll keep moving on till I find someone I like that makes me feel like I'm not the only one trying.

So I rarely post personal stuff on here but ya this is kinda serious. Since October 2014 ish, I think, My sister's boyfriend from South Dakota has been living with us here in Georgia. He got engaged to my sister...started his first job down here...had a baby with my sister...and moved to South Georgia with us. Well he is leaving. Tomorrow. Suddenly. He called up his mom and they are both going to South Dakota. Leaving my sister without a fiancee and leaving his kid behind. I don't really know how to feel about this or what to do. I mean that is my big sister...and my first nephew. The only reason why he is really leaving is because he can't get a job down here and he is basically wasting his life down here. He is 25 years old, doesn't have any motive to do anything at all. He is borderline autistic and refuses to get any help from anyone. I just don't know what to do. He is supposed to be leaving...well tomorrow. Edit- My sister has been in the mental hospital twice basically due to him and was literally in the mental hospital last week. She has bipolar but I don't want her to hurt herself.

This time around I have new artwork to show. The drawing that you’ll see here is very personal to me and represent that of growth, coming of age and letting go of the past. A lot of people can relate to that of having a tough beginning in life, dealing with challenges like anxiety, depression and fear of the unknown. But despite all of the darkness that can cover one’s heart there is still a light deep within that always stays even in the darkest days. This small light can be many things that only you as a person can feel close to. It could be that of an imaginary friend, a memory or even a dream. The work is called Fly On To Freedom. The drawing has a style that captures reality but at the same time mystery. It shows a young man that has the wind blowing in his face and opening up his arms wide with his eyes closed. This boy is having a moment where he let’s out his true spirit that represents of the bird flying to the right. The bird you see is the boy letting go of his past, moving on to a new beginning. This work is one of my personal favourites just by how captivating it is with the use of shading and lifelike facial expression on the bird. There is even more of a deep connection to it than what I have described that really explains how he is connected to the bird. If you wanna know more about that connection just express it in the comments. I don’t really usually say this to myself but this time around I am really proud of the art that I have brought to life. It has such a deep meaning of life and how things can change. We all have a story that help’s us to grow and find our place in this world. I feel that KH have really had an impact on my childhood and there are many similarities that connect to the art that I have made. That’s why I wanted to share it. (I accidentally uploaded another one called Ready To Go that I feel wasn't finished, so that one might re appear another time.) I would really appreciate if you could give feedback on my work.

Hey guys I just have had some stuff really really bothering me lately. And it all revolves around my High Schools yearbook. We gave out the yearbooks that me and other students worked on since August, this past Thursday. Before the yearbooks were handed out, two students pointed out something to the advisor of the yearbook. By the way, the yearbook advisor is my father. A yearbook student inserted a very very rude comment about a teacher, and it was apparently a collaborative effort between one student (we'll call her H) and another student who was a main editor (We will call her A). So H confesses to my dad and says she in fact did put that in there. A was found out a couple days before because she photoshopped beards and dinosaurs in places. Well these "harmless" beards and dinosaurs and that comment...could cost my dad his job. We have mothers, fathers, students, and teachers enraged at the yearbook staff. Not because of the little add ins, but because of our honest mistakes in the yearbook. Mistakes like misspellings, and just white spaces we wouldn't fill up. The principal came to our class the next day. Both H and A could be facing criminal charges because of the things they did. My dad is also being watched by the principal, and a School System board manager. The principal then preceded to yell at us, saying we should be ashamed and will eventually all face disciplinary actions. But what did we do?? We are not A and H. Me, and my friend (Lets call her E) were accused of putting rude senior quotes under people's names who did not have a yearbook quote. Both me and her will most likely be sent to in school suspension for three days. Even though A did this action, and we have proof. We are being falsely accused. He than told us underclassmen, that we should be ashamed of ourselves. Telling me and my best friend (We'll call her T) that we do not deserve to be in the 11th grade. I am just really really upset about this. My own father is lowering my grade to failing in that class, and might loose his job. I have not ever ever gotten in trouble at school and this will to be honest ruin my image. We are republishing the yearbook with another 200 copies, but that is "not good enough" according to our principal. I don't know what to do. I am devastated, and not making a mountain out of a molehill. This could lead to my family having to move away. My dad not being able to get a job again. I just wanna throw up.

Hiya, I've been stalking all of you silently for years but now I'm actually popping into your house to say hi~ So I started with KH, re:CoM and KH2 on the PS2 at the same time, meaning I'm later to the series than most people, but after that I keep up with updates almost religiously haha. I also played BBS multiple times over on my PSP, have Days on an emulator in my phone, and have watched all the cutscenes for DDD and Coded. That's all, right? Oh, and KHUx has invaded my life this past week. Started two days late because I JUST HAPPENED to forget checking this site those two days, but now I'm at level 96, quest 200, and my party members keep wondering how the hell I find so many Raid Bosses. (Also I'm currently extremely torn about staying in this party or not everyone is nice but not very competitive halp) TL;DR I'm happy (very) to be here, see you around! PS VULPES FTW

Hi. Well, I've been with you ladies and gentlemen for nearly a year, and it's safe to say that I have been through a pretty standard experience: made friends, got to help others with personal problems, and even did a few little RPs here and there (Though I never got to finish one). And now, I think it might be an OK time to let you guys and gals ask me some questions. It can be about me, or my opinions on a certain topic or situation. Just remember This: Have fun with it! Rock on!

Hello wonderful people!. I'm creating this thread because I've been here for almost 1 year and I'm not making any good progress with communication with you guys , befriend with you all and something like that. I want to apologize if I have made any mistake to some people here, whether it's intended or unintended I'm deeply sorry. Furthermore! Like many users have done here (as far as I know) I would like to create a Q&A about myself. Feel free to ask anything about me whether it's personal or not! And if you feel like to do a Personal Message with me, i'm up to it! I'm not biting! So, thank you people!

So for Christmas, I got a $20 Nintendo e-shop gift card. And with that, I got a 2D platformer called Shovel Knight. I initially only played about thirty minutes of it before getting distracted by Super Mystery Dungeon. However, I've recently been playing it a lot more. And I enjoy every second of it. Shovel Knight just does so many things right in terms of what video games are capable of doing, and what many games don't even bother to do. For starters, the game has a great difficulty curve. It's starts off rather easy and somewhat simple. And as you progress through the game, the game gets steadily harder and complex. This seems like something completely natural for video games to do, but these days, it's usually either insanely hard stuff, or a difficulty setting with a static difficulty curve the whole way through. But with Shovel Knight? Nope. It presents its levels, and asks you, the player, to beat it. Not that the game isn't able to be played by everybody. In retrospect, the game is actually quite forgiving, but still punishing. Whenever you die, you get sent back to the last checkpoint and lose a large sum of your current money. However, if you manage to make your way back to where you died, you get the chance to reclaim whatever money you lost the last time you died. This is a very good system, because it gives you a sense of, "get up and try again". And it's much better than a lives system from a game like Mario. You can try as many times as you like without much repercussion. And now, I would like to talk about my favorite thing about Shovel Knight. Once I realized that this game was doing this, I started tearing up. And that's the fact that the game has no tutorials, but still teaches the player. Games these days shove so many tutorials down the player's throat, that you just kinda wish they were just not there. But Shovel Knight comes along and ditches them completely. Rather than tutorials, the game teaches by playing. The best example of this, in my opinion, is in Shovel Knight's stage. One of the reoccurring gimmicks in that stage is ice stuck to the wall. Touching it causes the ice to fall as a platform onto spikes below. So, how does the game teach you this? Well, you fall down a pit, and you fall onto that ice. That's how you learn that touching the ice makes safe platforms. There is no sense of danger at that point, and only in points after that. At that point, if that causes you to die, then it's your fault. The game does this consecutively. It presents a gimmick in a safe environment, and then mixes that with more dangerous situations. This makes every single death not your fault. This is something that I really wish more games did. It truly is a beautiful thing when a game can do this. And that's all I really want to talk about. And for anybody wondering how much I really like this game...well, let's just say that, from a design-only perspective, this is one of the best games I've ever played. I'm not sure what I would rate it on a 1-10 scale, but it would definitely be at least an 8.5. Well, that's all folks! Thanks for reading, if you did!

Eh... I don't typically write out my problems to the public, but I just wanted to get it out of my hair. I have two older sisters; we're all adults. The second eldest is often kind to me, unless she's in a grumpy mood, which doesn't last very long. Then there's the eldest. She's outgoing and unafraid to speak her mind. As for me, I'm shy and somewhat introverted. And this is where the problem begins. I'm afraid to look for a job. Why? Interviews. I can't talk about myself. I like to play video games. Exciting. Summer term of university: I decided to not take any courses since I wasn't doing too well, and I felt I needed a break. So I'm at home every day playing video games, watching YouTubers be stupid, doing my hobbies (reading, drawing, writing). The eldest sister comes back from out of country (continent, actually) and still lives at home. Finding out I'm not taking classes or doing anything "of importance", she wants me to get a job. She looks up some job offerings and suggests I send in my resume to McDonald's. I don't. Next day, she asks me if I sent my resume in. "No, not yet. I'm adding more things to it," I lied. She grunts, "Right." My face becomes flustered. I'm an emotional person. She's not in the same room as me, so I can express myself quietly. How would she know I wasn't doing what I said. Even if I wasn't lying, that wouldn't change anything. She believes she can say anything to me and I won't take it personally. That's not even close to the truth. I always tell myself that she's just trying to make herself seem important and that I should go on with my day. I still end up feeling down... My family knows she can be an annoying prick (to put it nicely), but they don't really do too much. She tends to act nice when my dad's around as he can get upset if need be. When she was out of country, my other sister and I got along well, talking to each other. Since the eldest got back, the other sister begins to ignore me. Same thing before she left. I believe it's either the second sister is just trying to stay on the eldest's good side or only talks to me when the oldest isn't around. I try to avoid her the best I can... In public, when I'm not with my family, I'm more outgoing and talkative. At home, I've always been the quiet, innocent child who never swears (I don't excessively otherwise; occasionally I'll sneak one out if need be). In my mind, I'm always afraid of others judging me. I guess that's the main problem. That's all I have to say. Ignore the shitty organization. If you read this, thanks for listening. Rinax

So I have a classmate at my school. No one in the classroom, including me, can understand what he says sometimes due to a speech problem he has. He creeps me out. He makes a big deal about MINECRAFT and SPORTS, screaming in rage if he even misses the ball in basketball or gets hit by another player in Minecraft. When he plays Minecraft and Smash 64, he literally talks to the screen as if the characters were real, and treats it like the stuff going on in the games is actually happening to him. He screams at the top of his lungs and cusses when he gets called out on something bad he had done, and he enjoys beating up and killing NPCs in Minecraft. Worst of all, he finds EVERYTHING in South Park FUNNY. That means he laughs at murder, racism, vulgarity, r*pe, and every offensive thing in South Park. AND HE'S 12 YEARS OLD. Another classmate I had, who ended up leaving, was extremely annoying, but also insane. He screamed and cussed when called out for something bad he did, like the other classmate, although he actually attacked the teacher and other classmates. He nearly destroyed a computer in rage, threw chairs, and then some. He also did vulgar jokes meant for adults, and sexually assaulted me once! And he was 12 years old as well, but he thought he was 13. One thing I forgot to mention, they both terrify me.

He has officially screwed my life over. All thanks to him not doing what he's told. My dad's going to give the ice cream truck back. The one thing we needed to get more money....and he's also going to live by himself...leaving us with no money...that's it. I truly despise my brother...I have a burning hate for him...he has ruined my life...all because he wanted one day to himself...

Today's my 21st Birthday!! I'm so excited! I'm going to do a bunch of fun stuff with my friends tomorrow (not as much drinking as you'd probably expect for a 21 BDay)! I just wanted to say thanks to everyone on this site for being so engaging! It really is fun to have conversations with you guys! I hope everybody has an awesome weekend! I'm primarily going to spend it on trying to finish up Birth by Sleep Final Mix HD. Thanks for being awesome everybody! :D

Hey guys, I just wanted to share something and ask for prayer/thoughts. My dad goes in for some surgery tomorrow at 3 for some guy issues he's been dealing with for a long time now. Its not too serious, but the doctors will have to go in through his abdomen to fix his issue. My dad is not in the best of health, so if you guys could pray for a successful/safe operation, I would be most grateful. Thanks.EDIT: My dad got out of surgery this evening and it was a success! He's in recovery now and doing fine. Unfortunately, he'll be staying at the hospital through Thanksgiving, but he should be home by Saturday. Thanks to all of you who prayed/thought of my dad!

I don't wanna be alone in my ugliness

But, it's pretty werid how he likes all my statuses that we have matching profiles. What an awesome friend, it's like we're in sync. Werid....

Hi guys, it's time I finally put this out, for the past two days, I've been writing a folio piece for my English class. It's taken me about 3 hours to write, so I hope you guys enjoy it. This is the story of how I found football... The biggest sport in the world, the beautiful game and the game of nations, all associated with the legendary game we know as football. Football has been a part of my life for a long time, it has been there for me, it has delighted me however it has also saddened me too. I had once thought of football as nothing but a game of chance, like a game of cat and mouse but through the years, these thoughts have slowly diminished, with new feelings taking their place. When I was younger, I was told to support Rangers FC, I had no choice in the matter as all of my immediate family were all supporters of Rangers. I never took anything to do with football, it was never a part of my life. This was until March of 2005 when my dad had found a pair of tickets to a Rangers FC V Heart of Midlothian game at Tynecastle Stadium. My initial feelings had wondered why he bought these tickets. He told me that he had enough of my anti-social lifestyle and that I was ruining my life. That I needed a hobby that didn't involve a T.V. Again, I had no choice whether or not I could go. I was very anxious about my trip to Tynecastle, I never knew what to expect but what I was greeted with was astounding. Thousands upon thousands of fans, chanting and cheering, the atmosphere was electric. Upon entering the stands of the stadium, I was welcomed by a cold breeze and a sight like no other, a stadium packed full of fans from all over Scotland coming to support these two teams for what turned out to be a fantastic yet controversial game which ended in a 2-1 win to Rangers. This was a day that changed my life for the better, showing me that football had meaning, had a reason, that it wasn't just a game of chance or cat and mouse, but that it was a game of passion. After this match, it turned into a major turning point in my life that affected me physically, emotionally and psychologically. I started to play football, which led to many great things as ridding of my anti-social lifestyle and gaining me friends that I had never once had due to my anti-social lifestyle. When I started playing football, I had very versatile roles sprawling over all areas of the pitch. I wasn't very good when I started so I was always told to go as a goalkeeper so as I wasn't to get in the way of things, it upset me at first, thinking I was just plain useless and terrible but now looking back, as a goalkeeper in the present day, I couldn't be more grateful of their decision to put me in goals. I had been to 4 or 5 football matches for Rangers but none had the kind of stature that the Old Firm derby held. Ever since the first game I attended in 2005 at Tynecastle Stadium, I had always dreamed of going to an Old Firm derby, often regarded as one of the greatest derbies in football history, Rangers V Celtic. My chance had finally come in October of 2007 when I was given tickets to an Old Firm derby. When I was given these tickets, my eyes flooded with tears of joy. Upon arriving at Ibrox Park, I could sense the tension writhing among the two sets of fans. My dad had always told me of the animosity and emotion that this derby held, that there were riots and fights entangled in the midst of all the tension. Upon entering the stands, a sea of symphonic chants echoed in my ear as both sets of fans battled against each other for supremacy, my heart was racing and my head was buzzing with anticipation in the hope for a great game that I would never forget which it turned out to be when Rangers cruised to a 3-0 smashing of Celtic. The game left me overjoyed and satisfied. I still regard it as the best birthday present I've ever had. However. I haven't always supported Rangers as in 2009 I started supporting the great Manchester United. When I started supporting Man. United, I was given the stereotypical name of a "Glory Hunter," a fan who goes for teams who do nothing but win. I had never went to a Man. United game for a very long time due to financial constraints until January of 2013 when I was astonished by a surprising gesture when my family bought me tickets to an F.A Cup match between Man. United and Fulham. The journey was tiring and costly, but it was well worth it when my eyes were gifted with the sight of tens of thousands of fans moving around the streets outside of The Theater of Dreams, Old Trafford. When I went into the stands, I was on the top tier of the Sir Matt Busby Way or The East Stand. Despite it only being a cup match, the atmosphere was just as good as the Old Firm derby. The match was exciting as Man. United bet Fulham to an easy 4-1 win. The trip took 8 hours in total by driving up and down from Scotland to England and back again which left me knackered in the morning but happy that I finally got the opportunity after 4 long years of wait. Over the past nine years, I have accepted football into my life and it has welcomed me with open arms into it's fold. I now don't think of football as a game of chance, I think of it as a game of life or death. This is how I found football... I hoped you enjoyed