I am a teenage boy I will live alone in the house and I will pay 1500-2500 rent My requirements are not too much I just want a average or small size bedroom a bathroom and any type of kitchen

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My subleasee unfortunately backed out of the contract last minute and I am desperately looking for someone to take the sublease. I have a 2B2B Shared A layout in Plaza Verde. The dates that I am subleasing is June 17th to September 2nd (contract ends that day). You must be female to take over the lease. Rent is $855 per month. Please message me if you are interested. I will hand over the keys on June 15th as I will be moving away then.

I don't have the most amount of money saved up, is renting a truck worth it(I u understand some places will do that). Or at least does it create an avenue for buying my own? I have a clean driving record. I live in the US.
Edit: should have said: Have any insight for someone who is interested?

I(20M) technically started porn when I was 9 or 10 but it was healthy not healthy catagory but I didn't watch it that frequently and was not that extreme, but when pandemic hit and everyone was stuck at home I discovered Reddit and it's porn all those stories it was like a movie i locked myself in my room and watched it from the time I woke up to the moment i dosed off to sleep some time i would even watch it while eating (it was erotica so wasn't bored), I have also consumed it in public and even in the house of friends and family. It is so sick I want to stop I cannot do any everyday task.
I need advice what do I do, sometimes it feels like I have depression but it could be effects of porn. I procrastinate alot and have delayed many important tasks recently.
If it helps I am introvert and awkward around people so my dating and sexual life does not exist. I am also unattractive and really overweight so it felt good for the first time releasing dopamine.
I have joined porn free thread of june and have not consumed it since 31st May 10:00 pm and technically not watched porn but have imagined or watched scenes from porn in memory and touched myself. Before this i have not consumed porn for 3 day but it was because I was busy, but now even if I am busy I take time out and watch it during small breaks.
I need advice how to stop it I am thinking of writing my thoughts in journal still looking for an app that is good, If anyone has any advice or you want to recommend something please tell me.
P.s It helps finally accepting it and writing it

Ive had thoughts about killing myself. “Attempts” even, but knew deep down i couldnt bring myself to it. Maybe it was always just the act of getting so close to doing it, that i felt comfort in. Even still when i get thoughts of ending my life, i feel i wont actually get to that low of a point…
But, now i am there. And its a feeling like never before. I now have reached that state of emptiness one must feel to genuinely, and sincerely feel the heartache that seeps deep enough for youe entire soul to feel. Enough to hold the need to leave this body, this place, this place we call earth, something that even the word “beauty” cant hold power towards it. …and it really is such a sacred place here. Nevertheless i feel unfit in such a place.
Maybe im rambling off from my origin story now. Even though im finding myself writing what i contemplated writing.
Do i really mean it all this time? Am i really at my lowest now? That headache i thought couldnt get worse, has doubled itself back to me. 1 month later. I believed i could get better, that i could change my ways. Or so i wanted to. Which leads me to also believe, i was never meant to stay in this universe for so long. Eighteen years and 6 months could be just enough for me.
The camping trip was so much fun, i loved spending time with everyone. Its too bad we couldnt do that backcountry stuff this time, that would have been amazing.
Ive had dreams of owning a truck like that. To take it up to camp and roam the hills whenever i want. A goal ive had for a while now. Id say i still do, (and to not sound emo) its just so far from realistic from where i stand now. I feel so far away, and even further, from where i need to be. Not even close to where i want to be.
Will i sleep this one off again? Probably. Will i be back here tomorrow to continue this? Probably. I still have such a severe headache from crying like a bitch lol. But im exhausted, ive had such a busy day today, and got alot of shit done. On the other hand, ive kept my room clean for like 2 days now so thats a plus. I don’t even know how i did it.
Well i guess I’ll be back here tomorrow, writing this crap all out helped me calm down alot, and i think my headache is coming down now. I think. Im probably gonna have horrible nightmares again tho lol. Goodnight, people.

For context my mom is nearly forty and is having (well has had) her 4th child. Why is she having another kid when she already has more than she can handle you may ask? Because she recently got married and you HAVE to give a man a child when you get married (her words not mine.). But it's not like she didn't want another kid anyway and with the way she doesn't believe in condoms or birth control it was bound to happen. Now my mom is a grown woman and she is allowed to do whatever she wants but that doesn't mean I agree with her decisions or that she is free of my criticism.
First of all it's putting alot of financial strain on them. Before she met they guy she was a single mom. The guy has 1 kid from a previous relationship so that's 5 kids between the two of them that they are providing for. And they both work relatively normal jobs, don't make that much to be honest and have debts and loans they need to clear so you can imagine what a struggle it is. My older sister refuses to go to university or college or get a job so she's just staying at home and they are providing for her. My mom is also paying for my tuition (in my final year of highschool) and has to pay my tuition for college/university as well (not to mention the tuition of probably 4 other kids.). My little sister has autism and so she has special needs and also has speech therapy and other expensive things my mom has to pay for. The kid that was just born was a premature and so they have to pay those massive hospital bills and travelling fees every week since the hospital is like 3 hours away. Not to mention that my aunt (who is younger than me) started living with us like a year ago and she has medical issues that need to be sorted out every month. My mom also provides for my grandma who has a myriad of health issues cuz of her old age and her partner regularly supports his family members and his church. Not to mention my mom is just now building a house (well both of them I guess) so that's more money out the window. Now why do I care so much about their finances you may ask? Because my mom makes it a point to tell me near daily how stretched thin they are and how expensive everything is (she has even propositioned me to drop out of school and take care of her kids for free and it didn't sound like a joke.) Mind you this was well before the child was even conceived, before she even met the guy so why would you have another kid knowing full well that it's going to be hard to provide for them (all of them). It just seems senseless to me and I even asked my grandma why didn't they wait until they were financially more stable to breed and my grandma just told me a bunch of shit about how my mom has to give this man a child no matter what it takes and she's all happy and excited for the child (and my mom's last pregnancy nearly killed her but she forgot the immense pain she was in I guess?) I just don't get this logic at all, why have kids if you can't afford them and then come and bitch to me everyday about how much money you spend and how much you provide for me (doing the bare minimum mind you cuz there isn't funds for much else) but you make the conscious decision to have another kid and then be all excited about that baby while still complaining about money? I don't get it. She especially loves to target me to complain about her finances for some reason and makes me feel bad for, idk, living I guess?
Anyway onto the next problem the child is coming right so she's excited and wants to make sure we're excited but I'm not. I don't like or want kids anyway and she knows this but I guess she thinks it doesn't apply to her baby cuz "a baby brother only comes once in a lifetime" (her words) . I literally don't care. Anytime she and my grandma try to talk about the kid to me I just tune out or change the topic. I don't necessarily hate this kid (I'm not beefing with an infant.) and no matter how hard she tries to make my apathy seem like jealously (I guess it makes her feel better) I truly do feel nothing and probably won't ever be able to connect with this kid ever since there is nearly a 20 year age gap between us and I'm probably going to leave for varsity between the next year or the one after that. I don't even feel like I have a sibling? Its probably weird and heartless-ish to some people but I don't care. I've already made my stance on helping out with the baby clear: I will not be helping out at all cuz I took care of my little sister when she was born ( literally changed her diaper and shit while gagging for YEARS because according to her "I have to prepare for when I have my own kid" barf and this was when I was like 10. Look where we are now) I'm not keen on doing it again or ever. Before the baby was born she was like whatever I don't need your help anyway but now that its here she's like "you don't have a choice you're going to help anyway" and now I'm scared cuz my mom usually makes the whole family turn against someone whenever she's mad at them but I'm still going to try and stand my ground. Not to mention that this is my last year of highschool and probably my most important so I need to focus and having a whiny baby around is not gonna help that at all. I'm already stressed since we live in a cramped 2 bedroom house (all of us) and I sleep in the living room with no private space and a whole lotta noise so I can't concentrate and a baby is just really going to amplify that stress. Luckily it's not gonna live with us as of now but who knows how that might change. Maybe I'm just being a moody teen idk but I kinda hate my life right now.
Last problem (not really but last one I'm gonna rant about cuz this is getting too long lol). My mom is more excited for this kid than she ever was for the rest of us and why is that you may ask? Because it's a boy and she's always wanted a boy but only ever got girls (part of the reason why she even decided to have another in the first place). I'll just leave this here, think of it what you will. Read some of my other rants if you want to know the other kinds of problems I have with my mom.
If you read my whole rant thank you lending an ear (or eyes I guess). I'm dreaming about the day I can leave this shitshow behind and pursue my own life. I just felt like I needed to rant today since they're picking up the baby from the hospital to come and live with them. All in all judging by mom and her partner having kids just seems like no fun and a whole lotta stress. My mom has high blood pressure and blames it on her kids but I guess she forgets that every time she sees a picture of her new baby. I'd rather keep all my money, freedom and peace of mind to myself thank you.

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Before I get started I would like to make a disclaimer that this will be a lengthly post so forgive me for any grammatical errors or run-ons. Also, I am retelling each story as well as it was told to me. I will not be changing any descriptions - that are compared to movies - as to be appease any skeptics who don’t believe these accounts solely because the eye witness makes a film comparison. Furthermore, all three of these incidents were told to me over the years from three very different people who have no connection to each other. I never shared the other stories I heard about this family to the person sharing their own account as to not influence their own memory or story. I just let them confide in me their own experience with this family.
First story: I went to high school with a well known, successful pow wow dance competitor and this was his story. He began dating this girl from a large family prominent in the pow wow competition world. The parents of the large family were not employed and the father performed odd jobs around the community. Their main source of income was the monetary prizes and winnings from competing in pow wows - it was their main source of income. Having a large family with no stable income resulted in them being low on the socioeconomic ladder.
Being from a small rural Rez town there isn’t much to do for date night. So it is very common to drive around on old dirt roads and park and stargaze. One night he picks up the youngest daughter to spend time together. However, that night they opt to stay parked in his car on her family’s property. Most Navajo families have their homes in small circular networks such as a cul-de-sac minus the paved round about. There is a derelict traditional mud roof hogan on the property. The roof was caved in but the framing for the doorway was still intact. Oddly enough there was still a raggedly old Navajo blanket draped over the doorway lightly flapping in the wind. He says all of sudden the dogs started howling and barking. They both stopped talking and stared at the dogs. Something had the dogs attention. The dogs target their alarmed barking at the doorway of the old hogan. He feels uneasy but tries to hide it. She is still smiling and unfazed by all the commotion. The blanket stops flapping in the wind and falls flat. Its eerily silent except for the howling of the dogs. Suddenly, something rips through the doorway of the old hogan. As this figure exits the hogan the dogs began to chase it. He told me it was a f*cking werewolf! He said it looked exactly how the lycans looked in underworld the movie except not muscular. Like a sickly, emaciated werewolf. He said it takes about three long strides before jumping incredibly high straight into the trees. The dogs continue to chase it and cry off into the distance. He is in complete shock. He realizes that his girl’s reaction did not match his. She seemed familiar or unafraid. In the moments following he said she seemed to for lack of a better word tried to gaslight him. She began to tease him in an unfunny way and emasculate him by insinuating he was afraid. She said things like “oOoOh yOu’Re aFrAiD oF sKiNwAlKers” Long story short they eventually ended their relationship. It was a very ugly split. He said her family was nasty etc. He said he should’ve listened to all the other pow wow community members when they warned him that, that family was bad and they dealt in bad medicine.
Second Story: The older siblings of that family all shared residence in Phoenix. It is very common for people from the Rez to move to the valley after high school. The older siblings weren’t any different. This story was told to me by another young Navajo man. Just like the first he didn’t believe in traditional values - he believed that SW, spiritual healing, medicine men etc. were all myth. At the time he was dating the second youngest daughter. He expressed that her older brothers didn’t like him and on many occasions tried to physically fight him. The SW family members were known partiers and on many occasions would throw Rez parties (parties in the city with all or most attendees being from the Rez). The older brothers despised him; however, he recalled that they would call a cease fire so to speak during house parties. He said they would even be so kind as to even make him mixed drinks or bring him beers. He didn’t think anything of it. As nice as the brothers appeared he still wasn’t allowed to spend the night with his girlfriend under their roof. So after the house parties would dwindle down and end he found himself behind the wheel of his car driving back to his own apartment. He would never remember getting into his vehicle, driving home, or getting pulled over. He believed he was just blacking out from the alcohol. I know it is very dangerous to get behind the wheel and drink and drive - mind you this is his story and I’m only repeating what he said and I am not condoning any of it. Him and his girlfriend loved each other so he always returned to spend time with her. Fast forward to the next 4 house parties and the same thing kept happening. He would spend the night in jail and rack up another DUI. Pretty soon he had 4-6 DUI’s. He did time and paid the fines. He lost his job and his lifestyle. His mother who was a very traditional Navajo woman and single mother begged him to come home back to the Rez and get his life sorted. Without any other prospects he decided to come back to the Rez. Upon returning home his mother drove him to see a medicine woman. Feeling hopeless and lost he thought what could it hurt, right? If he didn’t believe in it or it didn’t exist what is the harm - nothing lost, nothing gained mentality. At least it would satisfy his mother’s anxiety. He was shocked that by looking into the fire the medicine woman told him in detail everything. He had never met this medicine woman before or up until this point had never been to a ceremony. She told him that she saw him drinking and partying with SW. She told him that the alcoholic drinks they were offering him were laced with corpse powder. She saw their hatred for him. Their bad medicine was meant to be fatal. They were trying to kill him. She said had those cops never pulled him over each time he would’ve continued on his way to his death. At the point of returning home him and that girl had broken up due to his trouble with the law and troubles with drinking.
Third story: This story was told to me by a gay Navajo man who had a long standing strictly platonic friendship with one of the brothers. They had gone to high school together and had remained friends in life. This happened at one of the aforementioned notorious Rez parties the SW family members used to host. The other brothers got upset and visibly angry that there was a gay man at their party. They wanted him to leave or else there would be trouble. The gay man told his friend that he would gladly leave to avoid any drama. However, he pleaded with him to stay and enjoy the festivities. The gay man was told to wait in the friends room while the friend sorted everything out and calmed down his brothers. About 30 to 45 minutes passes. He decides it isn’t worth the trouble and he is just going to leave. He walks down the back stairwell that directly leads to the garage. As he slowly and quietly descends he begins to hear the brothers arguing. He stands silent and begins to listen. He can hear the familiar voice of his friend pleading with his brothers. He repeatedly hears his friend command his brothers “not to FIGHT him or put anything on him”. On the Rez any form of the phrase “put anything on him/someone” roughly translates to when someone witches another person. If someone witches another person they put bad medicine on them. So the term “put anything on him” can only mean putting bad medicine or cursing. It’s just common sense knowledge on the Rez. If you are not from the Rez you may have many ways to interpret that phrase but there is only one meaning on the Rez. He is shocked about what he hears and slowly back tracks up the stairs and finds another way out of the house. He leaves and never goes to another party there.
It is said among the members of the small town that the pow wow family are SW who curse their rivals in order to win pow wow competitions. If you are from the Rez I am sure you might have heard of this family or have even heard stories yourself.

Many people say when you go into the exam hall your stress instantly goes away as you're so focused on the paper, but through both of my mocks this year it has not and it got worse each time. For me it's not about the exam itself, I have anxiety as is and cannot be stuck in a room with that many people for that long, especially without the ability to leave. I try to ignore it but get panicked I can't focus on anything apart from that. In one of my tests, I missed a whole section of it because I couldn't concentrate long enough to do anything. My exams are starting in a few days and the stress is debilitating. What do I do?

My boyfriend (26M) and I (20F) have been together for about a year and a half now. About 8 months into our relationship my boyfriend and I decided to move interstate. When we first moved my Dad had been asked if bf’s motorcycle could be left at his house due to space, his parents didn’t have very much room. A couple months later when we decided to come down for Christmas, bf decided once again to keep his bike at my dad’s house, which was made a point of contention. MIL made comments to bf - that he later informed me of - that my Dad and I are manipulating him into swimming away from his family by means of keeping his bike hostage. I get upset and bf asks MIL to apologise but I just tell him to drop it as I don’t want to cause any issues. We go back home with his bike still at my dad’s and him planning to head back on his birthday weekend and move it then. Months ago by, he gets back from his birthday trip and I think everything has gone smoothly. He tells me about a heartfelt conversation he has with his mum in which she tells him ‘I really like name and I think she has a really big heart, and she’s really good for you, I just don’t think she realises she can be a bit manipulative and controlling… but she’s really beautiful nonetheless’. This of course upsets me. We have a big argument and it ends in him agreeing that if my Mum had said this about him he’d be unhappy too. We move on and more months roll by in which we plan another back to our home state. Halfway through our trip, my boyfriend and I decided to split our time with him riding his bike up to wear his grandparents. Unfortunately, though, due to a very big storm and bf almost getting in numerous big collisions whilst on wet roads he tells his grandparents that he can’t drive up to see them. Almost immediately MIL called him and told him that I was forcing him to spend time away from his grandparents to which he said ‘Mum I don’t want to get back on my bike I’m genuinely afraid’ and because my vehicle and his car, we’re both in another state he had no way of getting there. It went back-and-forth between them for awhile, during which admittedly both of them said hurtful things to each other. At the end, though, she blocked him on every form of social media and text message.
It is now several months later we are back in the state my mother currently lives in and he has just had his sister calling him telling him that I am causing drama in their family, and that he needs to apologise to his mum. I do agree that there are some things he should apologise about, but he can’t do that because he is still blocked on everything.
AITA?

So I just got an E1 pro today. My first IP cam upgrade from a 10 year old Foscam.
I was doing a bunch of testing to just understand the limits of the recording sensitivity, motion tracking, etc.
My use case is that this is basically monitoring a large central room in my house where, if someone were to break in, they would 99% walk through this area. As I am concerned really only about monitoring when someone walks through, I configure the motion detection. I figure that quite a few people (especially those just setting up a one or two camera system without a whole NVR) are doing something similar.
Well it dawned on me as I was working on this that the way the motion recording works is that it does not commit any video until the motion is completed.
To clarify, I am currently only using the Reolink Client to record to a local server. But, for sake of this example lets say I'm also recording to an internal SD card:
If I walk into the room and the camera starts recording me, as long as it continues to detect motion I am able to go to the camera and disable it. I could cut/unplug the power or network cable and the video would never get recorded to the local PC. Additionally, once I've disabled the camera I can take all the time I need to completely remove the camera, or at least the local SD card, leaving no trace of the video.
It wouldn't matter if there were 3 cameras on me. As long as I was moving the entire time, none of the videos would save until the motion was completed (or the maximum length of recording had expired).
I don't mean to rag on Reolink here specifically. I'm sure many if not most other brands would have the same issue.
I assume that if you aren't doing motion recording, but rather 24/7 recording then the stream would be written to the point of interruption (or at least within several seconds). This or course wouldn't stop someone from then finding your NVR (or similar), so unless there was some type of sync to the cloud that happened fairly frequently you might also have nothing.
I know that nothing is perfect, and every system can be compromised, but am I overlooking some more basic configuration option that would prevent someone from coming into a room and simply unplugging the camera before the motion sensing were to commit the recording?
I'm considering upgrading to the E1 Pro Zoom which can upload directly to FTP. I wonder if this would work any better? Does the camera start the ftp stream as soon as the motion is detected? Or is there a large internal buffer memory in these cameras that captures the whole video before uploading regardless the location?
Is the only real solution here constant recording to an off-site location (or near real-time virtual sync to one)?

Hi. I'm mostly ok, but have bouts of anxiety about me dealing with this. I want to keep positive. :( I'll list the negatives (cons) of this and positives (pros). Maybe writing all this down can help me. If anyone else is going through this or has gone through this, I'd love to hear what has kept your spirits up.
Negatives - sore throat, head congested, some chest congestion - congestion is making me anxious - fever-ish (right now 98.7! Yay, down from 102 yesterday) - some coughing - stuck in room - GI issues (medicine induced) - sleeping isn't great, due to a bit of anxiety
Positives - my appetite is on fire, never went away - I feel I am breathing fine (but anxiety is making me overthink this... oxymeter reading is 97-99). - my sense of humor is intact - my sense of smell/taste is still there - I've been binge watching YT lol - never developed body aches - thankful to be isolating in a part of house where I can step outside for fresh air if I need it.

anyone have any lawyer recommendations for like housing/renting. with a cheap fee or free consultation?

Just looking for aide options or grants for myself, a 22M that is struggling pretty bad. I made a fundraiser but it hasn't got traction so I want to see if there are any programs in Tucson that can help with rent costs and general living expenses. I know these kinds of programs don't usually apply to my demographic but I need help.
I got into a car wreck that has cost me thousands and months out of work total. Maybe even anywhere in Tucson to get consultation for legal advice for loss of income. Anything helps, I fear the worst is going to happen.

My roommate just realized that i lock my bedroom door at night. I have always done this since i moved oit of my parents house. The habit started eith my dorm room but continued because I didn't want roommates to accidentally walk in on me because i would usually take showers before bed and then sleep in just the towel (weird I know). Then the habit continued because my next apartment used to be the office of my rental company and old people with dementia kept trying to break in to pay rent with paper checks. I figured if i accidentally left the front door unlocked the old people couldn't just walk into my room. My current apartment eith my roommate is in a sketchy neighborhood. Our neighbors deal drugs and there were 2 police raids and a man hunt on our street last week (all same house, they got him). I have also seen one fist fight in front of the house (the drug house). I think locking my bedroom door is a little bit of warranted added security. A little extra time to call police or if someone does break in to steal our tv, they get to mt room decide ots not worth their time and move on. My roommate thinks i am paranoid.

Idk what to do i’ve never felt a genuine connection with anyone in my life and im not familiar with love. I have no friends and the only people i ever talk to both moved across the country. On top of this ive never developed a relationship with any of my family beyond my parents because we moved away from our hometown when I was young. When my mental health started to decline my parents were kind of supportive but they don’t care about me anymore and they just leave me in my room, which has completely destroyed my relationship and trust for them. I tried to get a girlfriend but the only woman I’ve showed my heart to broke up with me after three weeks because I deserved better?? Wtf does that even mean???No one has ever wanted to be in my life and I don’t understand why I have to fight to be in theirs. I don’t understand whats wrong with me and it’s caused me to over analyze myself and be hypercritical. I dont have any confidence left and its pain for me to go in public. I cant even talk in school without becoming a punching-bag to my peers. Everything I do in my life is pain and nothing brings me joy. It’s like somehow every time i try to make an effort at something I get punched 40 times in the stomach to stay back in my hole. All of my hobbies have turned from something I thought i liked doing into things that just pile on the pain. I don’t even know who I am I just feel like a ghost who died a long time ago and any memory of my life is long lost. Self harm is the only way that I’ve been able to cope with some of my pain and it’s like a release/vent. I dont know why I havent commited suicide yet, I have nothing to look foward to, and no one/nothing to live for.
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