Edger head for weed eater

So while suffering through a seemingly endless migraine I reached on my night table for my phone to check the time and fumbled it and it fell to the floor. As I reached down to grab it, my eyes grazed across a source of relief hidden away in my slightly ajar night table draw that I hadn't ever considered. My vibrater. Maybe I'm sharing too much, but fellow migraine sufferers hear me out. You know the desperation for relief! I grabbed it up and straight to my temple on low, everywhere on my head I felt pain I ran it around until it eased up. I hadn't ever considered trying this before and I'm sharing because it helped me and maybe it will help someone else.

People who think d4 isn't p2w are delusional. I keep seeing "items can"t be traded". You guys are in for a surprise let me tell you that. Apart from a select few unique items that are bis, most uniques in fact suck and are nowhere near bis compared to the best rare items (which you can then imprint with the best legendary affixes).
Rare items only have like 3 affixes in wt1-3 but in wt4 they have 4 affixes which is the maximum amount for both rare/legendary/unique. People are looking for specific 4 stat combinations to perfect their builds. Today a bow with like 818 item power was sold on an infamous trading site for the equivalent of 250 usd and items are being traded there non-stop for lower amounts too. So let's stop pretending d4 isn't p2w just because you can't trade a Shako.
If you like trading like in d2 this will come as good news to you, but the other side of that coin is that p2w is back - just like it was in d2.
Personally I love trading but just thought I'd give a heads up.

My parents never understood depression. At first they thought it was laziness and others had it worse. When there was an accumulation and my condition did not allow me to function normally (strong neuroses), they arranged for me doctors and tried to help me. When the crisis passed and the symptoms were not visible, they considered that they had done their duty. Some time passed and they again accused me of laziness and manipulation. More than once my mother shouted how much money they spend to doctors and that I should do my best.
I have been off medication for half a year and my depression has worsened to a point where I had very strong suicidal thoughts and often wondered how to kill myself.
The problem turned into drinking alcohol and not sleeping at night. I don't have the strength to do anything by myself. They began to be aggressive for a few days that I was using and manipulating them. They said all the depression was my fault. They redesigned all the wine on me. Unfortunately, my protective barrier broke and I took it all on myself. All the pain and misunderstanding I had felt so far turned into my fault in my head. Difficult feelings and emotions that accompanied me in a lonely fight are now an enemy. I ran away from home to my grandparents. Unfortunately, they have been running a campaign of lies for some time that they do not want to be treated and manipulate. Everyone behind my back contacted a psychologist who said I was a narcissist! No diagnosis, no talking to me.
I can't clearly describe what I feel. I have a strong social phobia and I am a fixer mentality. Right now I don't know who I am or what I feel. I can't make a decision.
I am going through trauma. I am in a better mood as I write this post. But then I have a sense of unreality, dozens of thoughts at once that I can't digest. These thoughts are so many that they block in me and then I fall into a state where I have no control over my own mind. I have an appointment with a psychiatrist. Could someone give me some advice? How to deal with it?

My power got shut off today. It’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention but I never received a disconnection notice but I just feel like such a failure. I can’t get it restored until Monday and to get it restored I have to go to the money lenders to do so. It just feels like I’m digging myself deeper to get out of hole I’m already in. My personal finances are terrible, and I wouldn’t know a savings account if it bit me in the ass. I’m failing, I’m drowning, I’m a mess, and not even the hot kind. I’m 31 and I feel like I’m just barely keeping my head above water and I hate myself for it. Shouldn’t I be more stable by now? Have my shit figured out? I know you aren’t suppose to compare but watching friends and family lead successful lives and get married to incredible partners kills me. I want what they have but I can’t seem to get out of my own way. I know this is a obnoxious “woe is me” post and people have it a lot worse but I just needed a place to share this. I’ll pick myself up and dust myself off tomorrow but today sitting here in the dark I just feel like I’ve failed and it’s a really shitty feeling.

$25/hour. As for weeding, I don't own a weedwhacker but rather pull them by hand. DM me if you're interested!

About three weeks ago I drank for the first time. Since then I haven’t been sober for more than 2 or 3 consecutive days. I’m 15, and I’m the past I’ve done other drugs. But I love none of them as much as alcohol. I don’t get bad hangovers, i handle liquor pretty well, and I love it so much. It makes everything more fun. I never feel sad or lonely, school is more fun, running errands is way more fun, hanging out with friends is more fun, everything is just so much more enjoyable. I have never been this happy my entire life.
This is so amazing, but I don’t want to die before 30, and I like having a functioning liver. How do I stop this before it gets really bad? I used to rely on self harm and weed for my problems, but alcohol just makes everything good. I didn’t even realize it’s been 3 weeks since I started drinking before a friend told me I drink too much. What can I do?

Is it just me, or is life after BPD/NPD collapse/self-awareness looking more and more like schizoid personality for anyone else?
I find myself increasingly zombie-like. I don't have a job right now, and working around people sounds like pure torture. The imposter syndrome, the emotional overwhelm, the shame, the feelings of inadequacy.
I was always was a loner at heart. I've always been a dissociative daydreamer. It feels like narcissism was a solution to my trauma. Social withdrawal, denial of social connection, and denial of emotions in general seem like a solution to my failed narcissism.
Being around my family is too much. Being seen by old friends is too much. How do I get back out there in the world?
Of course, I still long for all of the things I have always longed for. Love. Connection. Safety.
But the things I was chasing before my emotional breakdown don't just cause me shame anymore--they seem completely foreign to me, odd, as if they occurred in another lifetime.
How the fuck did I get there? How the fuck did I get HERE?
Maybe I'm just depressed. I'm tired of being up in my head. Everything scares me and overwhelms me now. All I want now at this point is safety, and it feels like there is none.
I just want to hide and pretend like I never wanted anything out of this life. I just want the pain to end.

I’m trying to save money and I have MPB.

Since early childhood, there has been a persistent severe lack of acknowledgement or empathy of my anxiety. Particularly when I have to speak in uncomfortable situation. See, I grew up mute. Literally never spoke most of the time on top of anxious situations. There was always this idea that I’ll just grow out of my shyness. Being forced to socialize in a way that always felt unnatural to me. Judgment, Invalidation, and Punishment are the default ways of raising me. I was always the one who was “too sensitive.” The false idea that my silence makes me inherently evil or I’m inherently hiding something bad. The idea that crying inherently means I’m acting like a child and should be punished as such. There was always an emphasis on what is wrong with me instead of reevaluating the way I was being talked to, being rushed to talk, and in turn making me freeze up and lose my voice out of pure anxiety, no matter how much I want to talk. So many people think they know how to force me to talk through putting me on the spot, yelling, impatience, and forcing me to be the center of attention. People don’t realize that this re-traumatized me over and over and over again and they wonder why I never got better. That paired with kids being scared of me and spreading rumors of me behind my back just for being different. Every single attempt at “helping” my anxiety has backfired, and the fingers are always pointed at me. The root cause is always ignored. My deepest trauma and triggers come from this area of abuse. I still feel the crippling isolation of it til this day. My mother still feels the need speak for me, infantilize me, and overprotect me as an attempt to save me, but all it did was contribute to extreme avoidance behavior. I get even more put down and stepped on for whenever my trauma symptoms show up and I’m forced to hide even more, which my family, especially my father, hates with a burning passion. It’s a never ending cycle. I will always be alone in this. I stand up for myself as an adult, and I get laughed at and doubted. The more I fail and try, the more they deeply betray me. There is literally no point in trying anymore. My family will never know what it’s like to be isolated because of anxiety. Or even know what anxiety and depression feels like in my specific shoes. I get told it’s all in my head. I’m told that I’m lazy. I’m always getting passive aggressive comments on what is supposed to be serious. I finally speak my mind after all these years of suffering and they end up showing me their true muted colors. I’m a failure even when I try my hardest. I am always the butt of the joke. I am nothing to my family. I am a waste of time and a burden. I call them out on their bullshit yet I’m the one who gets treated like I’m stupid and tell me I’m crazy. They will never realize or understand how severe this deeply affects me. I can’t say I’m suicidal or even show any ounce of true self expression because I will be thrown in the mental asylum again just like when I was 12. Of course that just made me even more scared to express my fears and get help for the rest of the decade. My cries for help, love, and acceptance are always used against me. Every piece of vague advice always made me feel worse. I don’t fucking want your shitty emotionless advice. (@ my ignorant family.) I just want to be fucking understood for once in my life. I am forced to be trapped. Treated like I’m an alien. My feelings don’t matter and no one cares if I cry, in my dad’s own words. I wish I died in my mother’s womb like I was supposed to. Surviving death only to live to be unheard, invalidated, unsupported, and pushed down when I’m already low is enough torture.

My best friend builds car ports. Getting cut up in the hands very badly. Like it genuinely look like he arm wrestled Freddy Krueger. Counted 4 cuts on fingers, 1 bandaged, 1 that should be bandaged but isn’t, 2 “healed” cuts.
He’s young and slightly too prideful to wear gloves because no one else does and he doesn’t want to take heat for being a whimp. He’s fresh 18, his older brother was the same way and I tried to save him but couldn’t. His younger brother a bit more level headed so I told him I’d get a pair.
Tl;dr I don’t know much about construction or none of that so I’m curious of A1-A9 cut resistance would be best in a glove for his line of work and some recommended brands / models would be.
Please and thank you.

I need assistance, or more knowledge as to if there is anything, any spell or any other form of spiritual help, on how to forget or erase someone from my memory and life.
As the title states, I am not a witch or a practitioner, but I do believe in witchcraft. I’ve been having an incredibly hard time getting over someone, I’ve been trying so hard move past them, and yesterday I reached out to them thinking that maybe if I’m feeling this way it might mean that they miss me too. Needless to say, they didn’t miss me and they no longer care about me. Yet despite all that, despite knowing that they don’t care and that our connection was merely karmic, my head and my heart are having a hard time in agreeing with one another.
I’m going to be leaving social media in hopes that that helps, but I need extra help because the pain of knowing that they don’t care and never cared is too much. So, I was wondering if anyone knew of a spell to erase someone for good from my head and heart that I could cast, or if anyone could direct me to someone who could do it. I’m more than willing to do it myself though. I just want to erase all the memories and leave nothing there, I don’t want them or need them.

To start off, I’m happy with my job—more than happy, if anything but I feel nowadays that I don’t know where the hell I’m heading and that I’m living life by a thread because if I lose this job somehow, I fear that I’ll be tossed into the wild once again.
It all started when I picked up the job working at a certain place for the government as I was finishing my certification for teaching and my Bachelors in English. Was dead broke so I had to work the job while I was doing student teaching. Ended up dropping mid-semester due to it being too much to handle (and also the worst experience ever with the people I was interning under) so I wanted to just work on getting my money up and finish it. Now it’s a year later, and I’m making 47k a year (57k in 2 years per contract) and its not terrible? Thing is, I live in NY so it’s by no means anything amazing and one of my fears is that if I stay with the job, I may never get to be able to like, really make as much as I would teaching in NY (emphasis on NY cause money here is better). BUT, I love the job as WFH lets me have such a less stress and its fed job so at least ill have benefits to fall back on. Thing is, I kinda feel like a failure for just straightup dumping a career that i worked really hard for, for in all honesty a job that I love way more—I now dread going back into education lol.
All that leaves me here where I feel that im stuck making meh money for maybe okay money in the future and if anything happens to my job, lowkey, I feel like I’m kinda fucked :/. Now im just left feeling like I wasted a generous amount of money in a job that really isnt a career—if I lose it, I’ll have nowhere to go except maybe further in to federal jobs. Am I being a bit dramatic cause im still 23 years young? Maybe. Either tho if you stuck around this long, thx for listening to my ted talk lol

Are you looking to join a small community of players who are dedicated to making the server as fun as possible? Well then Potato SMP is the place for you!
We have many useful plugins and datapacks that help players very much such as. -Timber (Chops trees down by breaking the bottom log) -Dynmap (A plugin that allows you to see the server map & loaded chunks) -Homes (this allows you to set a home and teleport to it after a 5 second wait) -More Mob & Player Heads (players and mobs will drop their heads when killed) -Coreprotect (allows admins to rollback griefed builds and is able to name the player responsible) & many more
This server is abit of a different server to your normal smp. sometimes there can be war but ONLY if both players / towns agree to it. In the discord there is a whole set of rules to follow during war that you must follow or the other side wins automatically, whichever team comes out with the victory will be rewarded.
If you would like to join our SMP feel free to add me on discord [LAVA129#9943]

Just looked through the lease I signed for a nice and - supposedly - furnished studio apartment I moved into today. Signed with a guarantee of furnishings.
Get there today to pick up my keys, and the lady at the management desk who says, at my convenience, they’ll be sending me a new and revised lease to sign and they’d be needing it by the end of next week. I get to my apartment and there’s no furnishings, cheetos on the floor, and bug bombs sitting on buckets in both the living and bedrooms.
So I flip out and call. I had picked up my keys this morning before heading straight to work for a great job I moved halfway across the country for. I get a call service and leave a pretty strongly worded message. I go back and check the lease I had signed. Right there in writing “Your apartment will be furnished.” This new lease the lady wants me to sign that was only sent to my inbox today? “Your apartment will not be furnished”. Atop that, the place is filthy: Cheetos on the floor and bug bombs laying around stinking up the place.
I haven’t signed it yet and have no intention of doing so until I am given the furnishings I was promised in the original lease. Am I screwed? Do I have recourse? Can I get some damn furniture?

Hey guys i gave my ex a third chance and just got my heart broken again.
I think I’m giving up in life and I think it’s not worth trying anymore I honestly wish I was anyone else rn.
Does anyone know what to do after being hurt this many times I feel like I should give up but I gonna contact one of my friends and hope they can help keep my head on strait for now.

Hi all! I have a chonker of a 6 MO girl. When she was born, she was 8 lbs exactly. Her 6-month appointment is in two weeks so we’ll get an update of her weight then, but at her 4 month she was 15 lbs 5 oz, and I think she already gained much more since then. I weighed her on our scale for fun, where I held her and then I stepped on myself. I know they’re not super accurate for babies but it was showing roughly 18 lbs!!
She is breastfed all day until at night when I give her some formula. This is just a routine we’ve done when I was still fixing my supply, and I do pump afterwards. My concern is that I might be over feeding her, but she gulps it down, and I believe I’m doing paced feeding correctly. There is never any spit up, and I can’t notice any other symptoms of overfeeding. But for months she’s just been gaining weight so quickly.
She does wake up once around 3-4 am to feed. It’s definitely not comfort nursing; she gulps when I breastfeed so I’m trying to tell myself she probably can’t be too overfull at night if she still wants breastmilk.
At her 4 month appointment, her pediatrician wasn’t concerned at all. She is in the high 80s/low 90s percentiles for height and head circumference, and I believe she was 67% for weight and 40% for height-to-weight or whatever it’s called (and that was a huge jump from single digits from her 2 month).
Sorry for the long story. Anyways, my question is- does anyone have kiddos who went through the same thing? I love my Roly-Poly little bean; I just don’t want to set her up for failure if this is abnormal. If anyone else has gone through this, I’ll feel so much better.

Heyyy I know it’s been awhile, I feel really bad about how we left things and I wanted to apologize. You matter to me, I don’t want you to forget that.
I wanted to write this to you in hopes that an auburn glow warms the hardened crevices of your face again, a strawberry milkshake blends your stomach, and that your frozen tears ripple with impulsive cannon balls. I want that for you. A frozen statue imposed in your place in the halls and your hands have maintained the ordered timbre of a reliable mower buried in work. The oil and sweat is nice but you have to let something grow sooner or later. I’m sure you’re feeling lonely, y’know we can’t be separated forever.
Remember when we spilled our guts like water on a house plant? You shattered but we always got you a new home. I hoped the arrangement I gave you would be the last. A couple marigolds and snapdragons wear a ribbon that tells you to keep your head up high. But we both know you can’t, we uprooted in grief and left the past buried. I gave you the prescribed remedy of 50 milligrams of insulating fertilizer so lofts so much now I can’t help but miss the sound of your voice.
We shared the same pair of eyes, you were always the romantic one. My cottage core gossip carried your giggles up when you were stuck in the mud, my still observation steadied your green thumbs. A strategic peppermint salted the iced path where you flourished. Your foolish optimism is dearly missed.
I’m just not the same without you, a Gemini pair of jokers. Two sides round out the same coin that’s plagued by an ace in the hole and a tail in the grave. You were a foil to my shine and being the better blade of our double edged sword makes a slay more castrated than play. A dull boy who left his axe out in the winter. Without you I'm left to let-pay feinted facers, just say-we’re better together. I’m not here to cut your head off.
Omg Ik ur busy but I have to tell you some tea
Those old ivies you planted are growing around that dying tree. It’ll get cut down sooner or later, I thought you might wanna know. Spider moved out of the Willow. I heard they’re both devastated. I guess life does that to you, right when you want to get settled in some belligerent blade tags the best bark. I saw a girl dancing with a marigold in her hair, I swear it sung from seasons past. I guess I should quit the conjecture. I wanted you to remember the pollinated impressions that permeate old hearts and flowers. You were being honest, I do care too much about being right.
Hey, I also wanted to apologize. I know how much she meant to you. Normally you’re the reckless one but I only saw her brightest colors and let you see the darkest. Your burial in a clay coffin cloaks from the cold, the salt, and whatever else she’ll say. I get it. I’m the one who told you “You should get to know flowers, they make a house a home. You need a home right now, winter is coming soon.” You don’t need to cut your ear off. I hear you. I’m sorry sparks flew before a storm but I’m sure you at least saw the forecast. I guess you didn’t see it because she was all of the things you left behind. A Sunday crossword, a stuffed dinosaur, a bowl of sugary cereal. She was a Saturday morning blessing. Pure magic, everywhere she glowed, sunlight followed every step. She was your missing half whose absence was marked by a starry night. Sincerest condolences.
You wanted forever but we both know you wouldn’t have gotten there. I told you that sunflowers get easily distracted, that they wander to the sun past your eyeline. She followed the sun into the horizon then left you on your coldest nights. I tried to warn you, a sunflower turns away out of habit.
What did you expect from a goofy little fruit? A person so sweet they hum to the tune of sunlight, almost as if no one noticed how her roots wrap around the ground. Coincidentally lain about in an act of effortless beauty that just so happens to be on display for you. The deal is one sided. The soil is staked and occupied. She’s not in a position to support or trust right now, just like I told you.
Maybe I’m harsh :/ still love u tho <3
Maybe she did too. Your green eyes paint a pale self portrait but maybe it wasn't so bad. She gave you sunflower seeds, she crocheted glistening memories out of nothing. Remember when you saw her sunbathing last summer? She looked so happy. You didn’t want her to get cold so you left the door open, she trailed some dirt but you didn’t mind. You were too busy watching the rain together; you would’ve done anything for her.
I guess that's when the sky shattered and time stopped. The sound of water crushing away nature’s grays and baptizing the mulch covered us like a blanket. Books and baubles blocked your peripherals and she was the apple of your eye. Her head laid heavy on your shoulder as she ranted about something silly as a smiling atlas guides your future. The weight of your world was enough to carry, I guess she didn't think so.
Where does Atlas go without the world? Shot into the empty void? You couldn’t survive without me. Honestly you should be grateful I kept you grounded. you’re no Atlas, you couldn’t carry the weight and buttress the fair flower. Maybe a better you is buried in my backyard; if you’re buried in my backyard maybe it’s for a good reason. Sometimes I think you’re better at decomposing, she made that clear. She handed me the shovel and you were happy to go. You’re the part we left together.
Your favorite was sunflowers. You used to love how tall they are, how their pronounced stem dances subtly to a breeze, how rounded seeds were focused but not blind. Her animated roots tango danced tangled threads in a tread through a cold world. I bet you were in awe of her casual beauty weren't you? I bet you loved her didn’t you? I remember when you’d eat sunflower seeds by the barrel before you ever actually saw one. Too bad you did. I’m so sorry you found one and it was everything you ever hoped. I’m so sorry YOU blocked the sun. I don’t feel bad for you and I'm NOT going to apologize.
You do that, you don’t listen. You wander to the pasture and then use your tears and petals as ink. Like it was ever that dramatic, your lenses are tinted in pastel. How could you not remember marigold memories of people you cared too little about. The world is too big and too green to revolve around you and someone else. You are a parasite to their ecosystem. You are seconds away from a trowel cutting you off. The dirt you stand on is too good for you. You have no right to make me feel bad.
The early bird gets the worm? Birdbrained. Did you ever stop to notice the flowers? No! You’re moving so fast that you’d rather dig your outstretched head in the sand than stop and think about what you did wrong. You’d think if you were flying you’d actually have some perspective. I can’t believe how selfish you’re being, I still need you in my life.
You love sunflowers more than the sun. But you’re irresponsible and nonsensical if you don't rip Cupid’s arrow out again. I used to want to be like you but you got shot in the knee and I stand above you. I hope nature finds it right for you to sprout from your casket and grow green and bright, and I hope I don’t have to dig you out kicking and screaming.
P.S. I am sorry I’m such a cynical asshole, maybe we can be friends again <3
Sincerely,
Your better half