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He says "you can call me Billy but the hills come with me" Is being called Billy some form of insult? I don't understand how he means that. Thanks

Imagine you get mugged by someone. They leave a few bruises, nothing breaks, a few scrapes at most, and that they haven't taken enough for you to be distraught or worrying about money in the future.

Would you then hope that they are enjoying your money? Because I definitely would. I would be annoyed, of course, but I'd be more annoyed to find they have my money, have punched me in the face, all for them to not even value it. Whether it be drugs or food, they spend it on . I wish that it was really worth it and that it would make them happy. There is no need for us both to be upset and annoyed.

Edit: Woah, I didn't realise other people would have the complete opposite opinions to me. Also, even if I'm not responding to comments, I am lurking and reading them all, so please keep posting your opinions!

I don't know where to start with this, so I'll just get right into it. I'm 16 F, but this has been developing for maybe a year and a half. At first it was just seeing things, waking up to my sheets covered in blood, jumping up and there being no blood, bugs on the walls, on my skin and people walking into rooms when they didn't actually. It died down, so I thought it was okay.

Until the blacking out started.

The clearest memory of this I had was I was playing a video game I had been obsessed with, I was sitting in my living room playing it with my eyes opened, and I opened my eyes again. I don't know how to describe it, I was right there playing the game and suddenly I was on the floor of my bedroom in the pitch black and 7 hours had passed. I don't remember anything about what I did. I knew I'd sleep walk, sometimes I'd strip my bed in my sleep or get up and get dressed but nothing like that. My parents say I scream in my sleep, yell and scream, and that when they come in, I talk to them like everything is okay, but it's not me, I'm never awake.

I feel crazy. I can't remember what I do or what happens, the other morning I woke up with the skin and nail pulled off the half of my big toe with an ingrown toenail, so I'd either pulled it off in my sleep or cut it out and I just can't remember. I look on my phone and I send my friends videos when I don't remember, there's one of me in my living room and I'm flicking the lights on and off and rambling about the flickering when in the video the lights are perfectly fine, then I stop and just turn the camera off.

It's like I'm watching someone else puppet my body, I favourite tiktoks, I unplug my phone and scroll online, and it's making me feel like I'm absolutely losing it.

If anyone else has experienced anything like this, I'd greatly appreciate some advice.

I don't know where to start with this, so I'll just get right into it. I'm 16 F, but this has been developing for maybe a year and a half. At first it was just seeing things, waking up to my sheets covered in blood, jumping up and there being no blood, bugs on the walls, on my skin and people walking into rooms when they didn't actually. It died down, so I thought it was okay.

Until the blacking out started.

The clearest memory of this I had was I was playing a video game I had been obsessed with, I was sitting in my living room playing it with my eyes opened, and I opened my eyes again. I don't know how to describe it, I was right there playing the game and suddenly I was on the floor of my bedroom in the pitch black and 7 hours had passed. I don't remember anything about what I did. I knew I'd sleep walk, sometimes I'd strip my bed in my sleep or get up and get dressed but nothing like that. My parents say I scream in my sleep, yell and scream, and that when they come in, I talk to them like everything is okay, but it's not me, I'm never awake.

I feel crazy. I can't remember what I do or what happens, the other morning I woke up with the skin and nail pulled off the half of my big toe with an ingrown toenail, so I'd either pulled it off in my sleep or cut it out and I just can't remember. I look on my phone and I send my friends videos when I don't remember, there's one of me in my living room and I'm flicking the lights on and off and rambling about the flickering when in the video the lights are perfectly fine, then I stop and just turn the camera off.

It's like I'm watching someone else puppet my body, I favourite tiktoks, I unplug my phone and scroll online, and it's making me feel like I'm absolutely losing it.

If anyone else has experienced anything like this, I'd greatly appreciate some advice.

I don't know where to start with this, so I'll just get right into it. I'm 16 F, but this has been developing for maybe a year and a half. At first it was just seeing things, waking up to my sheets covered in blood, jumping up and there being no blood, bugs on the walls, on my skin and people walking into rooms when they didn't actually. It died down, so I thought it was okay.

Until the blacking out started.

The clearest memory of this I had was I was playing a video game I had been obsessed with, I was sitting in my living room playing it with my eyes opened, and I opened my eyes again. I don't know how to describe it, I was right there playing the game and suddenly I was on the floor of my bedroom in the pitch black and 7 hours had passed. I don't remember anything about what I did. I knew I'd sleep walk, sometimes I'd strip my bed in my sleep or get up and get dressed but nothing like that. My parents say I scream in my sleep, yell and scream, and that when they come in, I talk to them like everything is okay, but it's not me, I'm never awake.

I feel crazy. I can't remember what I do or what happens, the other morning I woke up with the skin and nail pulled off the half of my big toe with an ingrown toenail, so I'd either pulled it off in my sleep or cut it out and I just can't remember. I look on my phone and I send my friends videos when I don't remember, there's one of me in my living room and I'm flicking the lights on and off and rambling about the flickering when in the video the lights are perfectly fine, then I stop and just turn the camera off.

It's like I'm watching someone else puppet my body, I favourite tiktoks, I unplug my phone and scroll online, and it's making me feel like I'm absolutely losing it.

If anyone else has experienced anything like this, I'd greatly appreciate some advice.

I feel around the time that Reggie comes along, and Hayley meets back up with Jeff as a glowstick seller he really changes. He used to be a little dim but passionate like Hayley about the environment, involved in the Hippie lifestyle, but now he's just a dumbest with no opinions or depth.

Me and my friend were sat in a room together, she was stood doing her hair and I was sat on the bed watching her, she was turned away and I couldn't see her face so when I heard her say "Bro, bro" the term we use to talk to each other, I asked what. And she turned around and asked me what. She had thought I said it because it wasn't her. So we both heard it, and we were both sat still. We're on holiday right now and staying in a lodge, and we looked everywhere there is to look. This happened a few minutes ago, looking for an explanation to calm my mind.

INCUDES SPOILER FOR IKI ISLAND:

So I noticed when riding with Masako that she says our Uncle hunted down the killer of our father and took his head, but we know from Iki island that he didn't, and that really irritates me. Do you think it was a mistake or that Lord Shimura would lie to preserve honour? That feels a bit out of character.

I'll try to keep this brief. I'm 16 ftm, and I think I'm misogynistic. Growing up trans has really disconnected me from either gender, and now when I see women in tight clothes or traditional women's roles or jobs, I feel intense disgust. Perhaps it's because I could never and have never understood wanting to be a woman or embracing womanhood that this makes me so deeply unsettled and annoyed. Does anyone else feel this way? I truly don't want to be such a jerk anymore thinking all this stuff

I was adopted at 2, now 16, by a nice couple with a son, not their biological son, as my mother lost her ability to have her own children to cancer. I love my dad deeply, I really do, I love him so much, and I feel guilty for wanting to meet my Bio Dad. I have no desire to meet my bio mother as I'm told she's already died, but I don't feel upset at never getting to meet her. I only want to meet my Bio Dad, but what if it makes my Dad feel like he wasn't enough?

I've read all my files, and I know my Bio Dad isn't a good person, he was my abuser, physically and sexually and I couldn't be happier to have been adopted long before I could remember or acknowledge what was happening to me. He was, at best, an aggressive man with mental issues. But I want nothing more in the world than to see him face to face and talk with him.

I find myself becoming exactly like how he's been described to me, irrational, angry, and abusive. I feel connected to him without having met him. I've hurt many people around me, and I don't know why. I want to see him, to meet him, and see if he understands how it feels. However, I don't know if it'll hurt my parents asking to meet someone when they've been there for me, basically my whole life.