Shadow Killer

Or at least that's what I tell myself.

I'm going to supply a condensed story; after an exhausting day, me and my girlfriend relaxed for a bit. I looked over her shoulder and her Facebook stated that her ex had gotten into a relationship. She was visibly upset and sent him a message. (Which, btw, read "so much for not being ready for a serious relationship." (That was the reason he gave for breaking up with her.)

Obviously, this sent off loud bells in my head. She turned to me and said that, despite everything, it still hurt. I responded by storming off.

After I came back, she was crying, apologizing, trying to explain herself, asking me if I hated her, and even begged me to not leave her.

We agreed to talk about this later today, but I'm not entirely sure what to do.

Based on her reaction, I can definitely see that she's not over him, but I'm worried that I may just be a rebound (despite our relationship lasting longer than her previous one) or that, despite what she tells me, that I'm number 2.

I love her to death, but I don't want to be her second choice.

So what does all of this mean? What should I say to her? Should I break up with her? Should I try to consider her feelings?

I mean, she did seem more upset over the idea of me leaving her than of her ex getting a gf, but I could just be trying to convince myself at this point.

So I've been going out with this amazing girl for 4 months now, and everything has gone great for the most part. To give some background, I lost my virginity to her within the first month and we were basically like rabbits during that month. It actually got to the point where I couldn't even catch up to her! Then we had a pregnancy scare about a week after Valentine's day, which slowed things down but we were still having sex about 2-3 times a week. I thought things would return to normal after her period, which came, but it didn't. She went to the mental institution for about a week (she has depression, anxiety and has hallucinations), and wasn't allowed to take birth control. She got out and was what I could only consider a "nymph." At this point, I knew I couldn't keep up with her. I thought that her sex drive would decrease dramatically once the birth control took effect again, but it went from her wanting it 3 times a day to once a day, which matches mine perfectly.

I befriended this girl (let's call her Celimene) during eighth grade. I thought she was weird; she approached me out of nowhere, but we ended up having fun together. The friendship lasted until the middle of high school, where we sorta...had a falling out. Not over an argument, which ends things quickly, but through lack of communication and lack of understanding. We had a couple of encounters since then, but nothing came from it. About two years ago, we began talking again, we exchanged phone numbers, and began talking again. Due to our busy schedules, we didn't talk very much, and I ended up deleting her number with the assumption that she no longer wanted to speak to me. So a month and a half ago, I noticed that I was still thinking about her, and either I should move on with my life, or I should ask her to hang out and rekindle what was lost. So I sent her the message, thinking that she might ignore it (we haven't spoke in a year, after all), and a few days later, she responded to my message. We exchanged messages, then decided on a time we should meet up. I sent her the place we should meet at, and I don't think she even read it, because I showed up, she wasn't there, then I received a message later that night that asked me why I didn't text her. I lied, saying that I couldn't make it there because I was still moving, went to text her, then discovered that her number was no longer on my phone. She didn't respond. Should I apologize for deleting her number, or move on?

My teacher asked me to write a paper on that topic. However....I'm not entirely sure exactly of what she meant. She already asked us to do the fields of Psych, so the only ones I can think of would either be diverse research topics, or gender, LGBT, race, et cetera.....

What do you guys think?

A brand name has a 60% acceptance rate. The owner of the brand wants to verify that rate beginning with a small sample of five.

1.)The probability that exactly 4 out of 5 will recognize the brand name is....

2.)What is the probability that all of them will recognize the brand name?

3.)What is the probability that at least 4 will recognize the name?

Thanks in advance!

As a male myself, I find this awfully confusing. It's not like they're the more evil gender. (Looking at the crime rates, one could actually assume men are the more evil gender..) And I heard naggy-wives, yet that's caused by poor partner selection. (My mom has never nagged my father, and my friend never complains about his girlfriend doing anything like that, yet I have seen my dads girlfriend nag him constantly.) And if it's because some of them are slutty, well, that's the thing. It's only some of the women who are slutty, not all, not the majority, just a small fraction.

Yet the reasons listed above cannot be the only reasons, can they? It's not like nagging and promiscuity are the worst sins in the world. (If they can be considered sins at all....)

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Obviously, they had to be knives of some sort, but I'm curious as to what the name of those knives were.

As you know, my gentle readers, my situation is troublesome, causing me to despair, even.

It all started on Monday. I saw a cute maiden, with raven black hair and gold streaks. On a whim, forgetting the fact that I had social fear, I spoke to her.

We had a conversation for quite a while, then exchanged phone numbers. So I waited till the next day to text her, which I did.

We kept messaging each other until today, and so far, she was a pleasant person whom I wanted to get to be better acquainted with. So, I asked her if she would like to meet up for coffee, assuring her that it was completely harmless.

She responded, saying that she would love to, but doesn't have any extra cash. So, I assured her that I could buy her a cup, and she could pay me back if she was uncomfortable accepting a free offer.

She hasn't responded.

It has been.....three hours. Now my self-torturing mind is telling me that this was my fault, for cutting a friend out of my life without warning, roughly a month and a half ago. Or for ever putting myself out there in the first place. Agenbite of inwit.

What should I do? Shall I ignore the issue, living my day-to-day life as I was before? Or, perhaps, is there some alternative, of which you, my gentle readers, might be able to provide?

I want a romance novel where a human male falls for a vampire female. The closest book I've read that fits that description will be 'Let the Right One in.'

I have heard of her being described as a troll on the internet. (By the way, I'm referring to Bernkastel from the visual novel 'Umineko no Naku Koro ni.' Just in case you didn't know that.)

I've been addicted to pornography since I was thirteen (I'm eighteen now.) I think there might have been some irreparable damage, and decided to stop when I begin dating. Due to my lack of knowledge regarding psychology, I want to ask you guys: What damage has been done? Can it be repaired? Will this drastically effect my (future) dating life?

I saw a photo and got curious about the identity of the purple haired girl.

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I've seen her on the internet for years, and now I'm curious as to who this girl is.

I actually began to get nervous about me becoming a pedophile around the time I was addicted to porn. So, I looked it up on urbandictionary.com to see what anyone would say about it. I looked at the last page and the last poster said that it would turn you into a pedophile. I got frightened, for this was the last thing I wanted to be. Who the hell would? Anyway, a week after reading, I went into Encyclopedia Dramatica and looked at a whole lot of articles, clicking link after link. Then I clicked on the page that said 'Virgin Killer.' I already read that page around three years before when I was thirteen, so I decided to look at it and see what other funny stuff the people put on there. I saw the original cover art and for some reason......It moved. I freaked out a bit and left the page, thinking that the semi-***** would go away. But it turned into a raging *****. I clicked on that tab again and I went on to another page. Later that day, I masturbated, thinking about girls from school, hot girls on the net, but it came to the point where I wasn't reaching that peak yet. So, as you have guessed it, I thought about the cover art. Can't remember whether or not I had an orgasm thinking about it, but I guess that isn't the point. Didn't really make me nervous after that, since it was only once, right? Then I went on this phase of where killing pedophiles was something I wanted to do like, really badly. Didn't really think much about pedophilia, other than killing those who practiced it and feeling sympathy for the victims. And one of the thoughts that drove me insane was the thought that you are who you hate the most. I tried reasoning with that intrusive thought, but gave up with the thought. Anyway, so June arrives, and so does summer vacation. Last summer before I have responsibilities, before I become a senior. How nice it seemed. I went to my friend's friend's house for a ride, then saw his little three year old sister wearing only a large shirt. I looked away and tried my hardest to not get a *****, for I was afraid of getting one. I don't recall getting one at all, but it might have moved once or twice if at all. Throughout the month, I kept getting slightly nervous and a little weird around them, but it never got bad. That was, until the week of father's day. It never got extreme, but I started to get nervous at the topic and the thought of children having sex. Got even more nervous at the thought of me enjoying these thoughts. Then on a Friday of that following week, I went to Walmart with my fragile mind. Saw too many ******* kids and one of them just so happened to be wearing shorts. I saw her butt and tried my hardest to look away. The thought of looking away and whether or not I was attracted circulated my brain until she went away. This is where the obsessive thinking began. Long story short, my brain battled against itself with whether or not I was a pedophile. It used arguments from the past, like why did I get a ***** from the virgin killer album, or why I was wishing I was younger, or whether or not I enjoyed sights of children. Whenever I was convinced I was a pedophile, I just said to myself that when I grew older, I would move away from this place and move to another place where children are non-existent. It comforted me, and I came up with a solution that I wasn't a pedophile. So like....what the ****? I often found myself trying to avoid places that might contain a lot of children unless I was forced to go or whatever. And if I did see a lot of children, I would look away the opposite direction so I don't get tempted to get turned on or to molest them. Desperate for answers, I looked up pedophilia to see if I relate to any of the symptoms. Anything that sounded like me, I got nervous at. (Like for instance, receiving great distress from these thoughts. Probably the only one I could think of that I actually relate to.) And there were a few days where I compared and contrasted my reactions to what I masturbated to. As sick as it is to say this...(Please don't judge too harshly...)....I masturbated thinking about child sex abuse, then I thought about ******* women. I liked women better, but still. Then I discovered POCD (Pure obsessional OCD) and GAL and wondered if I was able to fit into any of those categories. So I am wondering, what the hell is going on? Am I a pedophile? Am I POCD? What's going on?

In WWE, The Miz wears a hat. What hat is it?

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