I was taught to be a Christian, to believe in "God", to trust and put "faith" in him...
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How can I put faith in a God that sits by and does nothing while my mother suffers getting worse by the day, possibly DYING where she lays?!
Mom has to go to the hospital....now she's bleeding from the mouth. Now I'm sure of it; I'm about to lose her.
"My
Day eight you may rest for a fortnight of peace...but the visitors you'll have won't leave you in the least!"
Day seven, aye, the worst, the stones in your belly, the size of ape's fisticuffs, turning it to jelly..."
"Day five you only mumble in preachings and tongues, day six shall you writhe, holding all but your lungs!"
"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.
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