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i am culturist instead of racist because its nicer and i´d rather have brownGODs who act white than noobish after white folx die out in however many thousands of years from now
 
Chad pufferfish Chad gigachad wojak Nordic gamer.webp never once in my life have iever said i was gay or trans or have ever portrayed myself as a girl on the internet because that is gay and only cacaots and girls do this
 
There was this bitch old lady in my neighborhood that would find any excuse to yell at us. She also had a flower garden and won HOA awards for it every year.
She pissed us off one day and it was the final straw, so my brother, my friend, and I snuck out and dumped weed killer all over everything.

She WAS a nasty old bitch, but I still felt so terrible about it.
 
There was this bitch old lady in my neighborhood that would find any excuse to yell at us. She also had a flower garden and won HOA awards for it every year.
She pissed us off one day and it was the final straw, so my brother, my friend, and I snuck out and dumped weed killer all over everything.

She WAS a nasty old bitch, but I still felt so terrible about it.
you should have doxed so i could send 67 skibidi toilets or something
 
There was this bitch old lady in my neighborhood that would find any excuse to yell at us. She also had a flower garden and won HOA awards for it every year.
She pissed us off one day and it was the final straw, so my brother, my friend, and I snuck out and dumped weed killer all over everything.

She WAS a nasty old bitch, but I still felt so terrible about it.
This was supposed to go in the confession thread btw
 
I can't remember if I talked about this, but I was fucking delusional as a kid.
One time I got a stomach ache and convinced myself that my stomach had ruptured, so I spent a week afraid to stand up (I was worried that my stomach acid would destroy my diaphragm)
I thought my dad was trying to kill me. I wouldn't eat anything unless I watched him cook it, I was afraid of snipers when I walked past windows.
 
I can't remember if I talked about this, but I was fucking delusional as a kid.
One time I got a stomach ache and convinced myself that my stomach had ruptured, so I spent a week afraid to stand up (I was worried that my stomach acid would destroy my diaphragm)
I thought my dad was trying to kill me. I wouldn't eat anything unless I watched him cook it, I was afraid of snipers when I walked past windows.
this but it really happens
 
I can't remember if I talked about this, but I was fucking delusional as a kid.
One time I got a stomach ache and convinced myself that my stomach had ruptured, so I spent a week afraid to stand up (I was worried that my stomach acid would destroy my diaphragm)
I thought my dad was trying to kill me. I wouldn't eat anything unless I watched him cook it, I was afraid of snipers when I walked past windows.
Eventually, he sent me into a store with cash to buy stamps. I was convinced the money was covered with poison. I only held it with the tips of my fingers, and when I got home I washed my hands. But then, I was so delusional that I decided it couldn't be washed off and that washing my hands just spread the poison.

For nearly a year, I wouldn't eat anything that I had to touch. It was inconsistent, too. One day I'd feel safe with a napkin between my hand and my food, other days I believed the poison would seep through the napkin.

Eventually, I deliberately rubbed my hands over something I was eating because I decided I'd rather die then and there than live in fear.
 
Eventually, he sent me into a store with cash to buy stamps. I was convinced the money was covered with poison. I only held it with the tips of my fingers, and when I got home I washed my hands. But then, I was so delusional that I decided it couldn't be washed off and that washing my hands just spread the poison.

For nearly a year, I wouldn't eat anything that I had to touch. It was inconsistent, too. One day I'd feel safe with a napkin between my hand and my food, other days I believed the poison would seep through the napkin.

Eventually, I deliberately rubbed my hands over something I was eating because I decided I'd rather die then and there than live in fear.
Also, I got mad at my brother once and clenched my jaw. For some reason, I was convinced that I ruptured something and that my skull was going to fill up with blood until it exploded.

Last thing: I saw of those copypastas. It was some story about a girl who was supposed to be euthanized, but it failed and she suffered. It was one of those "if you're reading this, it's too late. [story about the "incident"]. Post this in 10 other videos or she will kill you.

I spent two months talking to that girl in my head all day. I figured that if I was a friend to her, she would spare me.
 
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