u/starnitesadness

Please, for the love of god, what is the krabby patty secret formula???? What y’all are describing sounds as fantastical and out of reach as dragons and unicorns to me.

No idea where I can find them in different colors. When I look, all I see are blue and clear ones. Pink ones definitely exist though, I've seen it used for the blu ray of Mean Girls. Just don't know if there's a way for regular consumers to obtain them.

There are several series where I almost exclusively interacted with them in the past via manga (e.g. Nana, Ouran High School Host Club, Naruto Shippuden, Fruits Basket, Death Note, etc.), but I genuinely have a mental block with collecting manga because of the sheer amount of space (and money) it will take up from even attempting to obtain each series. As opposed to a few slim dvd or blu ray cases that are compact and easy to move. The thought alone is overwhelming even though I have stronger memories and nostalgia for the manga in a lot of instances.

Maybe when I own a house with a massive room dedicated specifically to being a personal library, then I'd feel comfortable having big manga sets. But right now, the idea just brings stress and anxiety.

I'm assuming I can if I install all of them to my SSD before jailbreaking it. They should be able to launch from my internal drive, correct?

I don't even know if I want to change the trajectory I'm on. I'm 30 and I lie to my mother and tell her I have friends, that I'm dating, that I have an active social life but it's all a lie.

• People never like me enough for us to become steadfast friends, no matter how good the rapport. I get used or dropped later on. It has always been this way. I'll think I made a friend and then they distance themselves or they decide they like others better.
• I'd love to have a family but I'm slow to feel comfortable with intimacy therefore not built for modern dating norms or the sexual openness expected early on by most participating in it. No one thinks I'm worth the wait, so I just don't date at all.
• I don't talk to anyone. Outside of work, I get groceries and I go home. I chat anonymously online every now and then. Sometimes I take myself to a nice dinner or movie or go to the park. It's been like this for years.

Anytime I see a similar subject come up on social media, there's the usual advice to get therapy or join clubs, but I can't help but wonder: to what end? I could understand myself more but it won't change my inability to connect with others and make friends if they find me dull. Clubs are the same. No amount of therapy will change the modern dating norms or make me feel comfortable with it. So, where does that leave me?

I've been investing time and money into turning my apartment into a blissful abode full of all my favorite books I've read, old consoles I played and enjoyed or the ones I didn't get to, DVDs and VHS tapes to just spend every free moment in my blissful little cave away from the social rejection. I just want to carve out a small piece of joy in the world for myself. The only joy I've been allowed.

My PS3 has an issue where sometimes it will reads discs but struggles most of the time now. I'm new-ish to the area. Wondering who I could take it to here where they're used to dealing with repairing and sprucing up older consoles?

I got into the game late 2024 and have checked the store periodically yet each time the ps5 deluxe edition has been unavailable. I could just have rotten luck and timing, but I'm wondering if they're actually still printing the game for ps5 this far after release. I could just be too late to the party.

They have them available on ebay, but at twice to three times the official price.

I've always lived in my head, and my passion in life is stories, whether they be daydreams, books, movies, TV shows, or video games. I love the ones that move people, the ones that cut you to the core. The unique, lightning-in-a-bottle stories that make my mind wander long after I'm done with them, where I can lie in bed for hours imagining steadfast friendships, a love so great it gets etched in history, and tales of adventure that inspires more stories moving forward (the ones I consume, and the ones I write). As fun as that is though, real life pales in comparison. Friendships have all been disappointing, dating is a minefield I'm ill-equipped to navigate, and there's no adventure in my mind-numbing 9-to-5 office job. Just to make it through the days, I spend as much time in my head as possible and become super agitated when my daydreaming is interrupted. It's not so bad that I don't accomplish necessities like going to work and paying my bills, but I've become a bit of a hermit, and I feel rather content this way these days. Perhaps a bit too content?

I don't know if it's really a problem since I mind my business, do my grocery shopping, and go home. Things get lonely when I need to do something like moving or a medical procedure, but otherwise I'm fine. I think I'd like a family one day; however, I don't know if I could trust in anything that falls short of the beauty and depth I imagine in my stories. The times I've tried to recreate such strong bonds, I ended up getting used, so I learned to stick to myself. I've come to feel as though what I want isn't something that actually exists in reality, so I try to make do with my isolation. I'm not sure if anyone else has experienced it, but that's where I'm at.

A long weekend, three days off, a week off. I feel fine during the actual days I'm out but when I return, I never feel refreshed and ready to work. My exhaustion picks up right where it left off. It just unpauses. I feel that I'd need 2+ years of rest to recover, but have no way of attaining that and providing for myself .

I don't know how much longer I can take this. I get up in the morning and even if I wake up early, I'm still late to work because I spent all that time laying in bed and damn near catatonic. I just want to be financially free and left alone.

I want to lounge in the grass without a care in the world.

I want a warm safe home that belongs to me.

I want to read all my fantasy books by a sunny bay window.

I want caring arms that embrace me in joy, in sadness, in understanding.

I want steadfast friends and loving family.

I want to do all my favorite hobbies without fretting for money or budget.

I want to spend days playing and laughing.

I want to never get out of my cozy bed to go to a job again.

I want to live.

A long weekend, three days off, a week off. I feel fine during the actual days I'm out but when I return, I never feel refreshed and ready to work. My exhaustion picks up right where it left off. It just unpauses. I feel that I'd need 2+ years of rest to recover, but have no way of attaining that and providing for myself .

I don't know how much longer I can take this. I get up in the morning and even if I wake up early, I'm still late to work because I spent all that time laying in bed and damn near catatonic. I just want to be financially free and left alone.

I'm loving Valko’s facecard, design, and wild, rebellious sorta himbo vibe, but his corporate chairman and lead researcher titles feel out of place to me. Like Infold thought "girls love money and smart guys" and shoved the "rich, smart CEO" trope onto a wild wolf archetype just to check the boxes.

His character concept feels somewhat incoherent to me because of it compared to previous LIs. Almost like they've made him a bit of an All-in-One.

Burnout + hopelessness + loneliness combo. I deal with it on the regular but today is especially bad. Oblivion is calling.

What do you do to cheer yourself up? Or at least distract you?

Louis reading those redacted journal pages to Bruce? I know it was for dramatic effect, but I can't help thinking that if Claudia were alive she would be mortified by him reading her personal intimate thoughts out to her rapist.

I am sick now for the third time this year because I have to work onsite, have people in my face with all their questionable hygiene, and have to touch these people’s dirty ass fucking tech equipment.

I have to move, I can’t afford to be sick yet here I am with the telltale bitter scratchiness in my throat and runny nose. I’m so tired of this. All this suffering be at this job for hours a day surrounded by people I either don’t like or care about to do work that is completely meaningless to pay for an apartment I don’t have time to enjoy.

Forget about securing remote work in this job market. No escape. No choice but to endure hell.

FML.

I started this playthrough two years ago. Got to Act 3 but then got sidetracked with creating new characters over and over again. Finally finished it tonight and wow what a ride.

I played as resist!Durge. My favorite moment has to be >!when Withers brings Durge back to life. The ambience of the moment, his speech, the redemption.!< I actually cried. Truly a masterpiece.

"We'd love to help you! It's $250 a session for EMDR somatic therapy. We'd meet once a week (and we don't take insurance btw.) Want to schedule your first meeting?"

Lmfaoooooooo in what world would I have that amount of disposable income a month?

There's really no escape. Grew up in poverty with housing instability. Mind hellish, force myself through college, force myself to move for job opportunities, force myself working this stupid fucking corpo job that has me in perpetual burnout and daily meltdowns all to earn money that can only pay bills and can't even get me any help for this disorder.

Everything is money, money, money, money. God I'm so tired.

Happy Pride Month!

Any suggestions of spaces for community, discussion, and comraderie? When I search, all that comes up in pr0n 😵‍💫

Btw! You can message me directly if you don't want to blow up your spot on here.