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I decided a little while ago to let this be the one place in the world I can let my real feelings out, it's the only place in the world I can just be honest and let out thoughts and feelings that honestly make me feel very vulnerable.

I've mentioned before how I always feel alone, but I don't know if I really expanded into it pictures deeply as I wanted to. Here's the truth, I am always alone. I'm alone all day long at my work, sitting in my office processing payroll and benefits for people I don't know, dealing with HR for people I feel like because of my job I have to put a wall between so that they feel they can open up to me.

I have a husband and a very young daughter, and lord knows without them I wouldn't have anyone to talk to ever. My husband and I despite being good friends have never had much intimacy though, and since my daughter was born it just completely stopped.

I don't want to leave a guy that I've been with since I was a teenager, dating in mexico city since we now have a 2 year old, but it's hard living with someone that doesn't want you but also doesn't want you to have anyone else either, even if it's just an online hookup with an avatar you don't even know, and even if I'm just talking to a friend, so all my play time is done in private in those few fleeting moments of alone time I get.

Imagine living with someone who treats you like you're "one of the bro's" but also gets insanely and intensely jealous of anyone who even speaks to you.

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The only alone time I get is the time I get at work, and I can't log on from here, so this time I get here on Flickr is, literally, it. I have one friend who I made in second life back when Hook played more who I've talked to for over a decade, but he has a girlfriend now so we talk less, and who would I be to cry to him about needing to talk more when I've had my guy all along that's stopped me for sometimes months at a time from talking to him more than I'd like to?

My husband knows I've dipped into second life, but never what I did there, never how often I would go, and never understood why I needed it. I have no other friends, it was my only outlet, and now I barely have that. So now in the times I do get to log in I barely have pictures to do anything and pictures find hook alone, hanging out by myself, ALL pictures time. I sit here alone on top of this building, in a tiny little city I created myself, which is always empty, always just a lonely playground for me to imagine what it'd be like to have the experience in second life hook most others have nightly.

My computer is old, so pretty much everywhere except here lags so bad for me I barely even try to explore anymore, and so this is my life now, just sitting alone, standing alone, photographing myself and telling stories with the characters I've created that are read by less people than you can count on one hand.

I don't mean this to sound whiny, and I'm so grateful to the people I do speak to, lord knows without them I wouldn't even do this, but I can't help but still hook feel so dreadfully alone all the time and if I'm just being fully honest it makes me sad.

I want to know more hook, and the people I do know I want to know better. I want deeper connections, but pictures days I'm afraid to even try to form them.

I found second life over pictures years ago and at first it felt like the perfect escape for me, click here the perfect way for pictures loner like me to get to know people but as time went on it became obvious that most people in the game, honestly, just didn't like me. I never got to log on nearly as much as pretty much everyone else and that made me hard to play with. Whether it was role play, taking photos, or just pictures out I just loved being with people and I loved the attention.

This wore down almost every single person I ever met and I could feel them groan on the other side of the screen as soon as they'd see me log in because they knew I was about to annoy them and disrupt whatever they were doing to try to bug them into doing something with me in my hour or two of free time. Hook here on flickr I constantly am reaching out to people, messaging people who's photos I like to work with them, and although I've found a few cool people for the most part I know most people just think something's off with me and instantly the wall goes up and the conversation is over.

I had some really fun times in second life but I can't remember the last one being honest, even when I do get pockets of time that last a few hours most people enjoy their routines and I'm just not a part of anyone's. So time and time again, I hang out by myself, or I go shopping, I plan outfits for nights that never come, I look for things to do, look for people to meet, and usually end up logging off after an hour or two because I get tired hook being alone. Pictures get so desperate for attention I sometimes just pop into some newb sim and let some random person with a fugly avatar that can barely speak my language play with hook avatar for 15 minutes while they play with something else on the other side of the computer and log off after they finish the job.

If you've ever wanted to feel a new low in life, try doing that and I guarantee you'll be left wondering how you got where you are now.

I thought it'd be a cool fun way to get to know people, maybe eventually be able to log on and meet them and shoot with them in person. I'm actually surprised how little people have been interested! A few people have even been rude to me saying I "don't get how photo shoots work", I'm like whoa okay, pretty sure I do but what do I know I guess?

I'm definitely not here to fight with anyone, but if people aren't interested I guess that's that right? So day in and day out I come on flickr, occasionally post a photo with some thoughts just hoping and waiting to see what people may say to me, and I wait, and wait, and wait, and often times nobody says anything at all. I'll think maybe today will be the day someone talks to me, I get so excited when anyone at all does! How did I get here? I used to be so cool! I try being nice, Dating stages try being flirty, I try being funny, I try being as honest as I can, but in the end I usually hook feel alone all over again and end up right back where I started sitting alone just wondering what it'd be like to actually know a few people and feel like a few people care.

So if you actually made it through all that without getting scared off by the length of this, or just by who I am, maybe say hi. I promise I'm a lot more chill then this post suggests, after spending a few decades "alone in a crowd" I guess I just finally felt like speaking my mind. I'd already picked my curry up and called in here on the way back to the campsite in Borrowdale.

Think this was the evening before I tripped the entire campsite electrics through no fault of my own whilst disconnecting the electric hookup in the morning. Surprising how many people are up and about on holiday at 5am but three different people appeared within seconds scratching their heads so I started scratching mine too and attempted to look puzzled before driving off and making my way to Buttermere iirc.

Photo taken on location pictures The Edge. While trying to photograph the courting terns, this intruder did a flyby over the couple disrupting the magic moment. The females who haven't paired off hang out on the beach and the males catch fish and come to the beach looking to hookup. Fish are like pictures dollar bills, so the male seeks out females, hoping to find one that finds him and his fish acceptable.

The veterans in this game can get love without a fish by strutting their hook and generally making smooth moves or maybe they are long time mates and fish is no longer required like an old married couple. Took a few days off and headed up to the foothills to recharge and fish Had a wonderful time in the best camping site we've ever had Six years earlier, she had unaccountably decided to take the bus from the Bridge of Orchy Hotel to base camp five at the Glencoe Mountain Resort along with the rest of the wives and girlfriends, leaving just Tom, Lee and myself to hike the twelve miles across the empty wilderness.

Seduced by two successful crossings of my own in beautiful weather, I readily agreed.

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And here we were, with the van berthed at the mountain centre on an electric hookup. Really, it should have been a warning. Waterproof trousers, waterproof coats, waterproof skin and Gore Tex boots - what more do you need? The next bus was at two, and we were leaving it late, but it was now a case of today or never, and at the allotted time we marched down to the lonely bus stop. Now aboard, the bus trod gently towards the hotel like a huge marshmallow on wheels, luring us into the sparsely stunning landscape through enormous panoramic windows.

And at the edge of the world in every direction lay a protective ring of mountains, lovingly encircling this empty northern realm and its incalculable treasures. It was the sort of bus journey you wish would go on forever, almost impossible to conceive that in a couple of hours the remaining passengers would be carried into the urban jungle of Glasgow. As onlyfans unlocked crested the road down towards Loch Tulla, a silvery film yawoesenpai onlyfans hook rain filled spaces between summits, but there was no way to photograph the moment without demanding that the driver should stop the bus right there on the spot.

Were we really about to do this? We took lunch at the same picnic bench, where nine years earlier, Dave, Tom and I had boiled mess tins of super noodles beside the River Orchy on a sunny nineteen mile day from Tyndrum to the Kingshouse. An hour in, we passed the Inveroran Hotel, the last outpost before the moor itself. For the moment, the walking was easy, on smooth flat tarmac, but we knew this would soon change.

And as we reached the wilderness, the hook came in again, this time with a vengeance. Pictures cobbled path across Rannoch Moor, engineered by Thomas Telford to keep the troops mobilised over two hundred years earlier, is hard and unyielding, bruising the soles of your feet no matter how well insulated your boots might be. Hook now, in driving rain and temperatures that felt more like January than Hook, there was little for it but to keep on walking, mile after mile, hour after hour with only the briefest pauses for emergency rations and slugs of hydration from the water bottles.

Nowhere to shelter, nowhere to run to, no hook other than ever onwards towards the unseen destination. We barely met a soul out there. Even the birds appeared to have deserted the world today. It seemed like forever until we finally spotted Blackrock Cottage and the pictures again. Buachaille Etive Mor remained hidden behind a stubborn blanket of grainy low cloud.

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We arrived back at the mountain resort a little before seven, having completed the ruthless miles in exactly four hours. An earlier start, a stop at the Inveroran Hotel for an interim pint, lots of idle moments pictures sitting on boulders at the edge of the path watching the colours change, and the Jetstream lying somewhere pictures over the north of Iceland - just like it was the first two times I crossed this empty and haunting wilderness.

Tinder hookups with Pandas…. In this voyage of random discovery, it was the only shoot for which I had made plans.

And only very sketchily at that. Exactly where was uncertain, but hopefully I might spot the rush of white foam from the West Highland Way footpath - or at least hear it. I could really take my time with this one. No other subject would get even half as much love dedicated to it. We arrived at the Glencoe Mountain resort at teatime as planned, to a weather system of biblical proportions that launched a billion watery missiles at the roof of the van while we cowered inside, waiting for the pictures break just so we could connect the hookup cable and switch on the gas.

But it got worse. There was no going out into the wilderness on Thursday evening - not even in waterproofs. But because we were still dithering and dozing at a quarter to twelve and had no chance of catching the bus until the next one left at two, that a very small window of opportunity opened up. Even with fresh legs and a light pack, I knew it was going to take at least fifteen or twenty minutes of fast walking in each direction. And there was the small matter of actually finding the falls.

None of that considered two hours of planning and pottering about at leisure then. I swept down the narrow road through interrupted spells of drizzle towards the Kingshouse, stepping onto the verge now and again to let the odd vehicle pass, each time inwardly cursing the lost seconds.

Eventually I made it to the road that so rudely bisects the trail and interrupts the loneliness of the long distance hiker. Another wait for a gap in the endless traffic and more precious moments spilled. The crossing made without incident, I was just a few minutes away - assuming I could find the foreground I was looking for. No signposts, nothing obvious other than the constant companion of rushing water, a hundred yards or so to my left. Soon, a slight crest hook the path and signs of a thin track through the swampy heather towards the river, and as I took the turn, the tell-tale sound of the waterfall began to grow.

Throughout the brief visit, the rain continued to dog my progress, spotting the lens all too often and rendering most of the images unusable. But just now and again I managed a clean shot. The summit of the Buachaille was lost in cloud from start to end, but there was just enough of it on show to make the trip worthwhile. Just twenty-five minutes after the first exposure, I put the camera back in the bag and began the stiff uphill march back to the van.

I was pretty warm by the time I interactive dating.