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seriously, are people this fucking bored?
I stayed up all night and spent a good chunk of the morning trying to reconnect to the astral outside of being influenced by that guy... was great, talked to some things, got some stuff out , remembered who I wanted to be... and then - bam... he invades my consciousness again. It's frustrating. it's always the same damn thing and the same damn feelings and the same damn stupidity. He won't stop connecting to my throat, which happens to be how I draw in energy when I breath... and you know, after pleading with god and things for hours about how I just wanted to never talk to him again or feel his energy around or have him be aware of me and getting positive responses - it's a little fucking disheartening.
I deserve justice and he derserves hell. primarily for not just leaving me the fuck alone... I'm going crazy dealing with the energy shit, over and over and over and over again. Chinese water torture. I HATE repetition/stagnancy more than anything. And *I* choose how to get the fuck out of it, not fucking him.
Bastard.
I stayed up all night and spent a good chunk of the morning trying to reconnect to the astral outside of being influenced by that guy... was great, talked to some things, got some stuff out , remembered who I wanted to be... and then - bam... he invades my consciousness again. It's frustrating. it's always the same damn thing and the same damn feelings and the same damn stupidity. He won't stop connecting to my throat, which happens to be how I draw in energy when I breath... and you know, after pleading with god and things for hours about how I just wanted to never talk to him again or feel his energy around or have him be aware of me and getting positive responses - it's a little fucking disheartening.
I deserve justice and he derserves hell. primarily for not just leaving me the fuck alone... I'm going crazy dealing with the energy shit, over and over and over and over again. Chinese water torture. I HATE repetition/stagnancy more than anything. And *I* choose how to get the fuck out of it, not fucking him.
Bastard.