Hey Everyone, i recently bought a nail salon and installed new pedicure chairs. Im having an issue with the drainage. Both chairs have discharge pumps and are angled to the specs listed in the chairs manual. However, when i drain one some of the water flows into the other chair and comes into the basin. This happens to both chairs when the other is being drained. Wondering if theres some sort of back flow prevention mechanism or something I’m missing thats causing this. Any tips/help is greatly appreciated!

Now before I continue, I want to say that I don’t hate women. I absolutely am not entitled to sex. I don’t have a problem with women dating tall men. I’m not saying I’m such an amazing nice guy that deserves a gf. I have my own flaws just like everyone else. Despite this, I guarantee you there’s still gonna be pathetic white knights in the comments saying ‘iNcEl, ‘mYsOgInIsT’, ‘nIcE gUy’.
All this post is, is me venting about what’s been bottling up in my mind for years, as I don’t talk about this in real life, I don’t go to therapy because I can’t afford it.
Anyway, I digress. I live in a very tall country, where the average height for guys my age (20) is 5’11, maybe 6’0. I am 5’8, so definitely below average. However, I have seen a few 5’8 guys that get with women. The difference between them and me is that they are good looking, I am not.
My height in and of itself is not the problem, it’s the combination of me being below average height and ugly that is the problem. And yes, I go to the gym, I am a low body fat%, meaning that my face is lean and I am giving it every opportunity possible to show its best features. Despite this, I am still below average looking.
Now I already know what you are thinking and are typing away in the comments. ‘Dude it’s your personality’. Is it? Why then have I been told that I am funny and cool to be with by women only to get friendzoned by each and every single one of them? I would love for it to be the case that my personality is the problem, but I’ve developed my personality/social skills as best I could. And this is still happening.
I also guarantee you someone is going to say ‘Well with that attitude of course you’re not going to get women’. To that I answer, do you really think I act like how I’m acting in this post in real life? Of course not, I smile, I crack jokes, I am friendly, I am conversational, I have an active social life, friends, etc. I go to the gym, I play tennis. I go to university social events, societies, clubs, I meet new people literally all the time. All this to say that I am not the socially stunted hermit that you assume I am.
Let me tell you something else, I’ve been on omegle a few times in my tipsy state, and I end up chatting to a few girls my age and the conversation goes so well. They laugh at my jokes, we have great banter. Then we add each other on snapchat or whatever, and they ask to see a picture of me. I send a picture of my face, and they immediately block me. Every single girl. I am not making this up. If this isn’t confirmation that it’s factors outside of my own control (ie face) that is hindering me, I don’t know what is.
‘Woe is me.’ Yeah, woe is me. How about you try to be 5’8 and ugly as a man in a tall country and let me know how it goes? I don’t have a problem with women as I said earlier, I have a problem with gaslighters telling people like me that it’s your personality, when in every other Avenue of life aside from dating, my personality is giving me success.
I have developed myself in every possible way that is inside of my own control. And yet it seems like factors that are outside of my control are holding me back. Rant over.

Now before I continue, I want to say that I don’t hate women. I absolutely am not entitled to sex. I don’t have a problem with women dating tall men. I’m not saying I’m such an amazing nice guy that deserves a gf. I have my own flaws just like everyone else. Despite this, I guarantee you there’s still gonna be pathetic white knights in the comments saying ‘iNcEl, ‘mYsOgInIsT’, ‘nIcE gUy’.
All this post is, is me venting about what’s been bottling up in my mind for years, as I don’t talk about this in real life, I don’t go to therapy because I can’t afford it.
Anyway, I digress. I live in a very tall country, where the average height for guys my age (20) is 5’11, maybe 6’0. I am 5’8, so definitely below average. However, I have seen a few 5’8 guys that get with women. The difference between them and me is that they are good looking, I am not.
My height in and of itself is not the problem, it’s the combination of me being below average height and ugly that is the problem. And yes, I go to the gym, I am a low body fat%, meaning that my face is lean and I am giving it every opportunity possible to show its best features. Despite this, I am still below average looking.
Now I already know what you are thinking and are typing away in the comments. ‘Dude it’s your personality’. Is it? Why then have I been told that I am funny and cool to be with by women only to get friendzoned by each and every single one of them? I would love for it to be the case that my personality is the problem, but I’ve developed my personality/social skills as best I could. And this is still happening.
I also guarantee you someone is going to say ‘Well with that attitude of course you’re not going to get women’. To that I answer, do you really think I act like how I’m acting in this post in real life? Of course not, I smile, I crack jokes, I am friendly, I am conversational, I have an active social life, friends, etc. I go to the gym, I play tennis. I go to university social events, societies, clubs, I meet new people literally all the time. All this to say that I am not the socially stunted hermit that you assume I am.
Let me tell you something else, I’ve been on omegle a few times in my tipsy state, and I end up chatting to a few girls my age and the conversation goes so well. They laugh at my jokes, we have great banter. Then we add each other on snapchat or whatever, and they ask to see a picture of me. I send a picture of my face, and they immediately block me. Every single girl. I am not making this up. If this isn’t confirmation that it’s factors outside of my own control (ie face) that is hindering me, I don’t know what is.
‘Woe is me.’ Yeah, woe is me. How about you try to be 5’8 and ugly as a man in a tall country and let me know how it goes? I don’t have a problem with women as I said earlier, I have a problem with gaslighters telling people like me that it’s your personality, when in every other Avenue of life aside from dating, my personality is giving me success.
I have developed myself in every possible way that is inside of my own control. And yet it seems like factors that are outside of my control are holding me back. Rant over.

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Welcome back to The Face! The top 7 models stand at the ready in their first Korean panel. The judges, Ann, Atoosa, and Twiggy, stand before them. One with smiles, one with a bored expression, and well, one of them is Atoosa.
"Hey ladies! Did you miss me?" The models all applaud and cheer. "I missed you too! But I was here setting up our two photoshoots and preparing for your go-sees for fashion week. Are you excited?" They cheer again. "Good! But for one of you, your journey ends tonight."
Twiggy forces a smile, "You certainly know your prizes. The winner of The Face will receive: an international modelling contract with IMG Models AND Next Model Management, a one million dollar contract with MAC cosmetics, and you will become The Face of a brand of your choice! You will also be The Face of Ann's brand Seventeen Again! Finally, you will receive a cover and spread in The Face magazine as well as a cash prize of $500,000!"
The pessimistic judge checks her nails before rolling her eyes. Atoosa speaks, "You had three teams this week going head to head and then... Isabeli. We hope you like your partner work, but only one pair rose above the rest for immunity?"
The numbers begin to run on the screen.
>!Team 3!< is the first to fall as the two models hang their head in shame.
It's down between two teams.
The numbers roll....
And roll....
Then...
They.....
Stop.
"Team 1!" Atoosa announces as the two models cheer. "You are immune this week, but did you need that immunity?"
Ann reveals the first photo, "Audrey, you finally rose to the top. Everyone knows that this week was your week. Your photo is absolutely gorgeous and you were a full point ahead from the model behind you. Congratulations, you get to have the final brief choice of the cycle. Choose wisely."
The model beams from ear to ear as she takes her photo with quiet thanks.
Twiggy reveals the second photo then, "Joan, come join your teammate. You chose well, but you will be split up from your teammate next week in a final head to head battle. You have fans, so keep your momentum."
Atoosa hands the third model her photo, "Jessica, this is gorgeous. Some people brought back the AI critique from your past, so just be careful. I don't see it, but someone brought it up again. Though, I'm really starting to think that's just what you look like."
It's Ann's turn again to share a photo, "Right in the middle, Rebecca! You've proven you can rise to the top before, so bring back that fire next week. Just don't bring back... Diaper couture? Man, people were weird this week. Congratulations, you are in for another round of The Face."
Three models remain, and only one can escape the bottom 2.
Twiggy shares the photo, "Breathe, Isabeli. Your photo didn't have people thinking of airplane bathrooms and this was a breath of fresh air. It's time to step it up these last few weeks if you want to be the next Face. You have a lot of powerhouses to conquer, but everyone loves an underdog."
Atoosa approaches the bottom 2 with a giddy smile on her face. She loves this part. "Hey ladies," she mocks Ann. "For both of you, your photos stood out... But not in the best way."
She faces the first model, "Daiane, this was polarizing. You have the pleats, you have the color, but people feel like they've seen this before over and over from you. We know you're gorgeous, but what else can you bring? This is your fourth visit to the bottom 2. Next week, bring the editorial energy and versatility."
Then, she faces the next model, "Nadja, our comeback queen. Someone predicted as a winner. But this photo? This isn't a winner's photo. Someone called this granny couture. It felt detached from your inspiration. We know you can rise to the occasion, and we know you can deliver. But this? It fell flat."
"So who stays?"
She reveals the final photo.
"Daiane, it's time to model like you've never modeled before. You, like Isabeli, have the underdog story and you have supporters. Prove that you earned your place here and show us you're strength. Congratulations."
The model breathes out a sigh of relief before hugging the eliminated model tight and taking her photo. Ann cuts Atoosa off from a tirade before walking forward to hug the eliminee tight.
"Nadja, what happened? This was not your best. You had some people that liked it, but when numbers are this tight? You need those people to love it to save you. I hope we see you again in the future, but for now, this is goodbye."
The model sniffles and dries her tears before going to say goodbye to the other models. She and her roommate share a long hug as she whispers for her to win.
Then as she walks out she calls, "I may be out, but none of you will ever live up to me. I am a legend! Good luck, ladies!"

Hi,
This incident occurred yesterday while I was having lunch with my girlfriend (both 27 years old). According to my girlfriend, I have a bad habit that I need to change. However, I consider it more of a quirk because it doesn't affect me in any significant way. I simply cannot stand to look at liquified gravy or thick soup, especially those thickened with corn starch, such as thick gravy and mushroom soup. If saliva comes into contact with such foods, the enzymes in saliva break down the starch, resulting in a watery texture that I find unappealing.
When it comes to people I don't know, I tend to look away. However, if it involves someone I know or am close to, I will politely ask the waiter to remove the dish after confirming that the person no longer wants it. If the person still wishes to consume the food, I will request the dish to be covered, ensuring I seek their permission first.
Yesterday, my girlfriend left her cream of mushroom soup for too long, causing it to become watery when she tried to stir it. I asked if she still wanted the soup, and she said yes. To my dismay, she mixed the soup with another liquified gravy and stirred them together. This act disgusted me. She claimed that she was trying to help me overcome my quirk, stating that it was strange. In response, I tried my best to avoid looking at the soup due to its repulsive appearance. However, she continued insisting that I should examine it. I then mentioned (without shouting) that she should focus on improving herself before attempting to change others. I made a mistake by criticizing her nail-biting habit, stating that it was worse than my quirk. Her nails are uneven and very short. She accused me of being inconsiderate because she believed she was only trying to assist me. I responded by saying that she should prioritize self-improvement before attempting to change me, adding that at least my quirks are not visible to others, whereas her nail condition is apparent to everyone.
AITA?
Edit :

1. I forgot to add. She did that a few times before. I just tried not to look at the soup. I blew up yesterday because she asked me to look it the soup.

I don't need therapy, I need to fight: my best friend or my siblings or my mom or my dad or my 1st grade teacher or the cashier at target or all of the above.
Tell me stories about your crazy mother in law, your unhinged Dad, the teacher that ruined your life. The more mentally unstable the better. I want to hear that your mom showed up to your wedding in a white gown and threw a tantrum. I want to know about your borderline narcissistic ex best friend and what the final nail in the coffin for the friendship was.....you get the point.
The best ones will be added to a podcast diving into the psychology behind the real shit disturbers of this world, keep names anonymous....or don't, I like the spice!

Hi everyone and thanks so much for reading - I could use some insight and advice regarding hair and makeup. My wedding is Sept 2024 and I’m struggling to decide what the right move is.
I have 5 bridesmaids and I’m trying my best to keep costs low for all of them. Using azazie for dresses and letting them pick their own and just specifying a color and length. Not planning a big bachelorette or shower. At most I would rent an air bnb for a long weekend if I did anything. Really don’t want to ask too much of anyone and I don’t like attention as it is.
For hair and makeup it’s definitely expensive and most artists have a minimum number of services required. The most reasonable one I found so far is $100 per service and a requirement of 6-8 services. After me that leaves 4-6 services that need to be booked. I feel like asking each girl to get one service isn’t THAT much but I completely understand it’s still an added expense on top of the dress and hotel room for the venue. So I’m trying to think of alternatives too.
A few ideas I had are:

1. We all do our own/each other’s makeup. I definitely don’t have the skills right now to do my own so id either need to learn or hope the combined power of 5 girls would be enough
   
2. I find a salon to go to the morning of the wedding thats close to the venue and book myself an appointment but not require anyone else does the same
   
3. I offer to cover the cost of one service for each girl and just ask that they tip and pay for the other service if they want it done. That will be $500 for me and cover 5 services and meet the minimum
   

I’d love some thoughts, advice, and opinions! Thank you all and sending you all best wishes planning ❤️

Hey everyone I’m so excited I start esthetics school Monday I currently am a receptionist at a salon and spa and have a guaranteed job once I finish school I will be “full time” in school and part time in work very full schedule but I couldn’t be more excited I honestly am just looking for any advice about school and how to be the most successful! I feel so passionate I want to be the best I can

Anyone have a recommendation for a salon that does legit hard gel manicures? The last one I went to basically just used the BIAB as a base coat but didn’t actually structure the nail.
Thanks in advance!

All my (28F) life, I've always had anxiety (and depression), especially when it comes to relationships. I was always jealous of females who would talk to my partners during my teenage and young adult years. I acknowledged the toxicity in that, and wanted to better myself, so I did.
In September of 2019, I moved across the country (NC -> WA) to live with my boyfriend (27M) at the time, and we were together for almost three years. During that time, we adopted two cats and took one in from outside. A year and a half into our relationship we decided to get a house. We weren't married, and he was in the military, so he bought the house, and my name wasn't on the mortgage. Two years into our relationship, he made friends with two people online (younger female and older male, if that matters) and they all played video games together a lot. I was super happy for my ex, because he didn't really have a lot of friends.
The anxious thoughts trickled into the back of my head, but I pushed them away, because I told myself I would be better. I wanted to do better for me and for our relationship. I would occasionally ask for reassurance, of course, because I still struggled from time to time. And he would always tell me basically what I wanted to hear; everything was fine and nothing was going on.
One day while my ex and I were playing an online game (that has an in-game party chat audio, and we were also on Discord)(we had separate gaming rooms), I was unaware at first, but he had gotten a phone call from the girl and muted himself on Discord but not on the in-game party chat, and the way he spoke with her was a little more than friendly. It was only after a few times of me "responding" to him and getting no response, that I knew he was talking to someone else. And it took me less than a second to realize that I was 99% sure it was her, after hearing the way he was talking. Apparently something was bothering her and he was consoling her. On the brink of angry tears, I stormed over and demanded an answer as to who it was, and what was going on. He told me it was her, but denied there being any feelings or that anything was going on, that she was just going through a really hard time and needed a friend, blah-blah-blah. And I chose to believe him.
Another time maybe a week or two after that, we had a pretty large discussion one time that i needed reassurance and went as far as to degrade the girl by saying that he wouldn't be with her because of "her size" and that he "could hear her breathing heavily on the mic." That kind of raised some flags, because I know when people go into denial, they'll say things like that. But again, I turned a blind eye, and chose to believe him.
I just wanted to show him that I trusted him for his word. Bad mistake on my part.
Deep down I still always had a gut feeling about them. I tried to push it away, but it never truly went away.
My ex, his two friends, and I all stream(ed) on Twitch. You can make money off streaming (they only pay out if you hit at least a $100 threshold by the end of the month, and you get paid on the 15th of every month I believe), and it automatically saves your previous broadcasts for up to 7 or 14 days (I can't remember). My ex and I were on a streaming hiatus, but his female friend streamed. Occasionally I would pull up a past stream of hers and listen to the conversation between the two of them.
One morning in early May '22, after my ex went to work, I pulled up one of her past streams and was listening, and I hear them talking about him getting out of the military in a year and other normal things like that. She asked him about what he was planning to do with the house once he got out and he said something about keeping it and collecting equity for a little while. She then replies, "but, you live with your ex."
Mind you, we NEVER said ANYTHING about breaking up. We told each other we loved each other on a regular basis, y'know, normal relationship things. So there was no established break up. We were still together, but apparently not according to him when talking to her about us.
I continued to listen to more of their conversations. About how he would send her "sexy messages," and she would obnoxiously say how hot he was for doing certain things on the game. And I think that was feeding his ego, made him feel better about himself.
Everything shattered inside me. I was an emotional wreck.
I texted him that we needed to talk. He tried calling, asking what was going on, things like that, but I refused to tell him anything. I knew if I told him anything, it would've given him time to come up with some lame lies to tell me to weasel his way out of the whole thing.
When he got back home (he came home from work early), we started talking. Not about the incident at first. But he told me he felt like things weren't the best between us, he "cried" (at this point, I'm not sure that it was even real), I cried.
And then we talked about the incident. His reasoning was that it felt like there was just about nothing left between us, that it felt like I didn't love him anymore. I never meant to make him feel like that. He may have been saying that truthfully, or that may have been a poor, made-up excuse for what he did. But throughout our relationship I constantly told him I loved him, and occasionally would try to do nice things for him, like buy him a small gift at the store if it made me think of him.
He also confessed to it being two other women as well, including an ex that I'd also had suspicions about.
There was also talk about whether she knew we were actually together or not. He once told me that the girl saw my profile and "thought [I was] pretty." He then (after we had talked about the incident) said that I guess she had noticed I had taken my relationship info off my bio on Twitch. Which puzzled me; if she had noticed that it was on there prior, did that mean that she knew we were actually together? I couldn't tell if it was him lying or her being a homewrecker, or both.
I will say that towards the end of our relationship, we were both burnt out. Tired of existing. We didn't keep up with cleaning the house and really only ate take-out/delivery, so that definitely didn't help. But I never wanted to give up on us. I still wanted to be with him. I knew we were just going through a rough patch, or so I thought.
For the following few weeks after the incident, I was consistently nauseous, I vomited a few times, and food seemed unappealing, which is very strange for me; I'm a foodie. I didn't feel like doing anything except laying in bed - the only bed in the house - the one we shared.
We went through a limbo stage, not knowing if we should stay together or split up. After speaking with his mother about it (for advice) she recommended that we split up but work on each other, and if we decided to get back together, then it would happen.
Part of my depression/anxiety stemmed from worrying if I was going to be able to bring the cats back to NC with me. I wasn't financially able to live on my own, and my parents have always welcomed me with open arms if I needed to come back, no questions asked. In the past, maybe a few years before moving to WA, they wouldn't let me have/keep a cat. So I was so worried that they wouldn't let me keep my boys. I had grown so close to them, I couldn't stand to part with them. They're like my children, as I don't have any.
My ex was willing to let me stay for a long as I needed, which I appreciated greatly. I wasn't ready to tell my parents about the incident, because I knew my mother would book the next flight out and scoop me up. And mentally I couldn't handle the thought of being told I couldn't bring my boys back with me. So I withheld it from them for about a month.
Once I told them, they had no issues with me bringing the boys home with me. They knew the bond I'd created with them. That was a huge weight off my chest and shoulders.
He helped me pack, and back home I went. I had to leave a few things behind (including a couple of packed boxes), as I was only taking my '16 Ford Fusion across the country. He agreed to sending me the boxes later on.
Fast forward to the end of last August. It would've almost been our three year anniversary. One of my boys, the first one my ex and I adopted, had to go to an emergency vet and at the end, we (both) decided euthanasia was the best course of action. I had him cremated the next day, and got his ashes back in a beautiful metal urn. I paid for the vet visit put of pocket, as well as the cremation. He helped cover a small portion of the cremation.
He had pet insurance on the boys, so I asked if the vet visit could be reimbursed by the insurance company. I sent him the paperwork that they needed, and played the waiting game on if it would be approved or not.
January of this year, I sent him money for the shipping of the second box.
Early February I reached out again, and he said the insurance company approved it for the entire amount and that he was waiting on them to send the check.
Towards the end of February, I reached out yet again to ask about the status, he said he would send me the money back as he could. He said he needed it to fix the transmission on a truck he'd been using. I'm a little peeved at this point. That was MY MONEY. He could've at least given me a heads up, or even asked. Is it that hard to be a decent, considerate human being?
After trying to talk to him multiple times, mid-March rolls around and I ask him to send at least SOME of the money. He said that he would send some to me when he got paid from Twitch. So I waited some more.
But that was the last time I'd get a message from him.
I went as far as to pop into a live stream of his and ask why he hasn't responded to me, and got blatantly ignored.
I have no idea what happened, why he all of a sudden stopped responding to me. To my knowledge, I did nothing wrong. He's the one who cheated on me. And then decides to steal money I sent him to ship my belongings, that we agreed on him sending, and the money that was spent at the vet office visit that I paid for.
I'm so frustrated, so infuriated. I would never have done such a thing to him, even after everything he had done to me prior. I do not deserve this.
And I can't seem to let any of it go.
I'm now in a relationship with someone else, and we currently live together.
I'm still so angry at my ex, and the infidelity in my past relationship has left me anxious in this relationship. I feel as though I'm not adequate enough. My self-esteem is shot. I'm on edge just about every day.
I don't want to be like that. It's not fair to me and it certainly isn't fair to my current partner.
And that also angers me. Not only has my ex screwed me over financially, but mentally/emotionally as well.
I wish that he would just pay me back and send me the rest of my belongings, and that I could somehow miraculously get over the infidelity. But sadly, that's not how reality is.
Can anyone offer any assistance with... how to fix my brain I guess?
I know this was an e x t r e m e l y long post, so if you stuck around to read it all, I appreciate you.

S,
I’m not ok. Per your original request I am keeping my “screed” here, LOL. I broke no contact and unblocked you about 10 days ago in a moment of weakness, and I’m glad I did, but there are things I want you to know:
I do still love you, I never stopped, and I do want to be your friend. Eventually.
I don’t know if you can do that: just have me in your life as a friend. Please give it a lot of thought. Do you love me enough to be my friend? Did you ever love me?
I can do that, I can be your friend someday, but I’m not the only one in our relationship. I need to know that you can do that too.
Once you responded to my message when I unblocked you, and said you’d tried to message me, I genuinely wondered how hard you tried because you’re not blocked here. If you’d wanted to reach me…even when I block your phone number, I’ve never blocked anyone including you, completely from my life. Never.
Was it that important to you that I know? Or was it convenient that I broke NC and unblocked you? These are rhetorical questions. Was I ever that important? And to ask once again, did you actually love me, ever? Just think about it. You’ll have some time.
The person I asked for guidance told me to just post this here, and I know that’s good advice, that you’ll see it eventually if you want to. You can always reach me, if you need to. You always could.
I am suffering greatly now. I do not need you or the friendship that I do eventually want to have with you to get through my situation.
I’m not blocking your messages and calls now out of spite; I’m finally listening to the advice of people who know me and see me.
I love you and want you in my life. But I can’t have that right now while I am not okay and dealing with things you cannot help me through. I hope you take this time for yourself to grieve, heal, and just focus on you.
I wanted to message you directly but as I mentioned, the best advice was “no,” and there was more, most of it about the “why,” and things I didn’t share with you, specifically to spare you in your time of mourning. Go do that, please.
I need to take care of myself and my things in ways that our relationship, which will hopefully someday be the friendship I desperately desire to have with you, simply cannot support right now.
Someday I can explain, or not, but ultimately it comes down to my feelings and my own inability to have you in my life as a friend while I address things I hope we never have to talk about. I’m sorry it sounds selfish, you might understand if I explained but it’s too much.
I have people to take care of me. I will be ok, even if it’s not today. I need to go forward and cross bridges that your presence only makes more difficult for me to stay completely present in the moment to cross; and that’s not your fault.
I do still have a lot of pain associated with you, things we can’t yet or probably ever address or undo. But right now, I need to heal myself and deal with my own problems, if I can ever have a genuine friendship in the future with you. And I do want that, because I’ve always loved you.
I want our future friendship, if that’s a possibility, to look much different than it does now, and for me that means taking time off from us now and dealing with my own things. I’m not hiding, I just need some space to deal with my life and not worry about you for and vice versa, for a little while again.
You’ve always been able to reach me and always will. It was more difficult than I anticipated the first time I blocked you and then when I unblocked you and sent that first message. Now I just need to have that space back for a little while, I hope you understand.
I’ve always felt like it was that way with us, for me. A cycle of being together and apart. A love so deep that it cut me every time, but you seemed unscathed, carrying on with another in my absence, because I wasn’t good enough, but you were never in the same pain. Never actually loving me. That’s ok now I guess, because I only want your friendship, it’s irrelevant for the future I want with you. No more need to explain.
I just want to have you safely in my life again as a friend and I can’t be present for you or that right now. I’m sorry for that, for my own problems and pain.
Someday, I will be able, I will be present. I will be healed enough to just go have a drink or watch a sunset and listen to you and your stories. I love you, I always have and always will, but I don’t know when I can be my best again.
I’m sorry for signing off like this. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you. I wanted to text you this, but people smarter than me suggested I just leave this here. A note to say that I’m not blocking you maliciously, I am simply needing to heal things for myself that you don’t know about.
I’ll be back when I am able. You can always message me in an emergency, but otherwise I hope that you are still on the other end when I am better, when I am actually ready to have you in my life again.
I hope you’ll still love me and want to be my friend. At least you say you love me. Maybe when I come back, I’ll believe it, friend.
I love you, always. But until I am ready again,
xx,
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