"Day five you only mumble in preachings and tongues, day six shall you writhe, holding all but your lungs!"
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"Day one you shall shiver, day two shall ye sicken, day three the spirits beckon and make you fear-stricken..."
"So this, I bestow thee, three folds times nine, your reality, your memories, they're all naught but MINE...'
"You wake in they day, you dream in your slumber, but the deeds ye have done me, they rise up in number..."
I think I'm ready to cast my first hex. And my first target? Maddog.
...I'm taking photos of EVERYTHING around me and EVERYTHING I do so I can never be accused of excuse-making or lying ever again
Got accused of popping my own air mattress even though I wore sport shorts with no belt. Sick of this kind of crap so from now on...
HELP OH GOD IT'S BURNING I CAN'T GET IT TO STOP OHG
I CANNOT let Maddog find out or see it, though...he'll cut it open again and I'll spend another hour screaming. We'll get kicked out then.
And it wouldn't stop hurting.
Update: Got more of it out, flooded it with peroxide this time cause these antibodies won't stop attacking it.
Okay, I managed to squeeze more of it out and put some peroxide over the exit where it was oozing. Hopefully that'll send more antibodies.
I'm not keeping the ghost pic. Back to Bubby!
I can finally say I know what it's like to die. It's.....kinda like a boring dream where you can't breathe.
Bubby love everyone!
The Cable Boys was white trash, lived over on Carver's Creek. They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat and belligerent when they speak.
Beautiful new profile picture you have.
I tried to kill myself last night. Thank god for little sisters.
Going inactive indefinitely. I just don't feel like the same person I used to be. It feels like theres a different spirit in my body.
How would I go about setting up a GoFundMe? Or is that against the rules to talk about on here...? -
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