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So I started assembling my Ninebot E2 II I got a few days ago. The handlebar screws were no problem, but the bottom two are a huge pain in the *ss. And then I snapped the longer bolt with barely any force applied even though I tried to be as careful as possible and now it's messed up. Is this a common problem? Are the bolts really bad/soft or did I really mess up that bad?

I'm 24, soon 25. I've fucked up my whole past life and current attempts at making things better have failed. My life is a bottomless pit of failures, mistakes and disappointments. I have tried to get things sorted out. I've done things I've wanted to do, I've started talking to people (women) more. But the endless list of disappointments is still there, like not getting accepted to school for example. Having a personality disorder instead of "normal" depression makes it all multitudes worse. I think the way to keep my personality disorder under control would be to "feed it" with positive experiences, but that has simply not happened. If you feed a personality disorder with nothing but failures, the end result is.. me.

I'm 24, soon 25. I've fucked up my whole past life and current attempts at making things better have failed. My life is a bottomless pit of failures, mistakes and disappointments. I have tried to get things sorted out. I've done things I've wanted to do, I've started talking to people (women) more. But the endless list of disappointments is still there, like not getting accepted to school for example. Having a personality disorder instead of "normal" depression makes it all multitudes worse. I think the way to keep my personality disorder under control would be to "feed it" with positive experiences, but that has simply not happened. If you feed a personality disorder with nothing but failures, the end result is.. me.

I spoke with someone this year who said their grandfather's Volga is still locked in a garage somewhere in Pripyat. Would be cool to see all the cars left behind locked doors we've never seen before, if we ever get to access those garages.

The Alesso mashup of Heroes and Pressure is pretty damn good but which one is your favorite?

Hi everyone. This is not a comfortable topic for me, but I will try. I'm soon 25 and I'm still a virgin. This has bothered me for a few years, but the longer it goes on for, the worse the feeling gets. I downloaded Hinge and Tinder a few months ago, and it has honestly gone better than I thought it would, but I still haven't had an actual physical date. I have one coming up pretty soon though. But the feeling of "I've missed out" is now worse than it has ever been, three months before I turn 25. I don't know how I'm going to handle this.

I'm 24. I haven't had luck meeting anyone through my hobbies, so three weeks ago I caved in and downloaded both Tinder and Hinge. I've had some "success" (10 likes and one match) so far, but it's not going as well as it sounds. I was meant to have a date today with a match, but she cancelled. And I haven't had a second match even though I've sent a lot of likes. And the problem with the 10 people who have liked me is the fact I don't find them interesting. So my greatest worry is "am I only interesting to people who I don't find interesting?". So even though it seems like I'm doing well, I'm terrified I'll be all alone because I can't find anyone. Any help would be greatly, greatly appreciated.

I'm 24 years old. I'm struggling with a lot of things. I didn't get accepted to the school I want (I'm in a different school, better than nothing), I don't have a job, I don't have a girlfriend. I have some money but it's all savings, and I currently don't have a source of income. I do have my own apartment but for the past year I've lived at my mom's house again due to weakened mental health. I run a lot of errands by myself but every weekend me and my mom go grocery shopping and I feel like a loser being there with her. Everyone else my age is already doing better.

I had planned to harm myself today. But instead I was incredibly tired all day for seemingly no reason and I slept all day (8 or 9 hours) which I never do. I think it was a defense or protection mechanism of some kind. My body was just like "You're going to kill yourself? Nah, sleep all day instead"