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I hate my phone.
I look in it and see that there used to be a huge list of people I could talk to.
There is only one left now, and its like dialing a fucking push-button automated technical support service.
I despise the people that have abandoned me. I wish their lives would turn to ruin and they would feel despair with every conscious thought.
Sadism is born from the sadism of others.
In a book I read, a man was captured by a beautiful woman dressed in skintight red leather from her neck to her feet. She was a mord-sith, a creature of pain.
First she was forced to watch her father be tortured and have his consciousness destroyed. Then she was subjected to the same punishment. Last, she was instructed to conduct the punishment herself on her mother. That's how she became who she was.
I, too, am feeling sadistic. I feel used, ignored, abondoned, and fooled. It's torture for a person like me.
I won't believe those lies anymore. So when I speak to you again, have a damn good story ready.
I look in it and see that there used to be a huge list of people I could talk to.
There is only one left now, and its like dialing a fucking push-button automated technical support service.
I despise the people that have abandoned me. I wish their lives would turn to ruin and they would feel despair with every conscious thought.
Sadism is born from the sadism of others.
In a book I read, a man was captured by a beautiful woman dressed in skintight red leather from her neck to her feet. She was a mord-sith, a creature of pain.
First she was forced to watch her father be tortured and have his consciousness destroyed. Then she was subjected to the same punishment. Last, she was instructed to conduct the punishment herself on her mother. That's how she became who she was.
I, too, am feeling sadistic. I feel used, ignored, abondoned, and fooled. It's torture for a person like me.
I won't believe those lies anymore. So when I speak to you again, have a damn good story ready.