Supreme Therapy #003 : CafeDread | Torhoo darknet markets

Sorry. You can't afford my butt

1. In middle school
2. No one, I hate everyone equally

1. many moments in particular. i'm just an empty shell of the woman i used to be, pretending all is okay.
2. mom + husband. mom was always expected, just a reminder of the way things are at this point. husband...that hurt more. this was supposed to be my ride or die n*gga. did everything for this man and he chose to fuck up again, and again, and again. i got him a rlly fancy knife for his birthday and he hugged me. that was enough to make me not wanna leave. but oh God. if only he could hug me like that 24/7. anyways, i think the last time i caught him msging a girl that broke me. all i wanted ever growing up was to be loved

3. what fixed me: God, the job i do and going there with discipline, talking to my coworkers, and making my kiddos smile--and most importantly loving thyself even on days when it's hard.

"Lost the light in your soul" this must be bait for all of the unemployed teenagers who haven't faced any problems in their life.

There is no trust to betray if you trust nobody. Never trust anyone on the dark-net. Ask questions. Be skeptical. Be paranoid.

Oh, and don't trust anyone in real life either. I'm dying single to avoid being infiltrated by relationship-bait spies.

When I was a brokie

Politicians and my ex

1. Hitting on /u/chatnoir's wife, she's hot af!!...
2. Me, myself :)

1. The moment I let someone spread my cheeks and toss my salad like it was going out of style.

2. Not sure his name. He was a delightful and joyful young chap outside of the gas station willing to do mostly anything for a buck.


**P.S. This is most definitely another ankle grabbing massive double glute spread comment for you. Slurp it up like Pac Man

lost the light when i woke up in hospital after a brain injury in '23 and now im someone else....

okay redoing this because i'm bored and feel like yapping.

1) first time i ever crashed out because of my mom's abuse, i was 11, my parents were fighting badly, mom was hitting dad; around that age my moms mental stuff was so bad that if she didn't want to talk to my dad she also hated me and didn't want to talk to me and would mistreat me. dad drove me to uncles house because mom was calling womens shelters. she came by to uncles house to get me back, i told her to get lost and that she physically hurts me in front of her in laws (pakistani daughter...big mistake.) anyways, dad came to take me home, told me to just take the beating. she hit me until i was shaking. cursed at me until i was asleep and then some. my dad just...watched. and that pattern continued until i got the fuck out. she brought that shit up for 12 years acting like she was the victim. idk, anytime i'd get completely high living with my family the part that my dad would rather throw me under the bus to keep the peace (even when my mom just feels like spazzing out and i do nothing wrong) rather than take my side and stop her yelling and hitting...that shit breaks a person. especially when you do everything to be perfect in their eyes and yet it isn't enough for decency. i think that's also when i fully embodied that if i want things in my life to work, i need to be everyone's therapist and punching bag.

getting raped also broke something in me when i started recognizing it was rape and stopped being hypersexual and a people pleaser. i kind of just went silent and froze when it happened the first 3 times with an ex. what disgusts me about myself is i was so desperate for love i let that shit slide. i'm a lot better at this whole islam thing nowadays, but back in the day i used to get stoooooooooooooned and had (1) drink every now and then. anyways, i had a drink, came over to now-husbands place. he hates and i mean hates with a passion if i drink because something about how i'm a woman and it's not feminine. or something. idk. he tasted it on my breath. it was jack if it makes a difference. mind you i am...think garden gnome mixed with twig when it comes to size so what gets a normal person tipsy gets me full on losing my balance warm bubbly giggling about to cry. something came over him and he held me and put it inside me even when i was kicking and flailing and crying, he did me a favor and made it so i didn't have to look at him, but he wouldn't hug me after. that's all i asked for again and again. i cried like 4 times. apparently jager does that to ya. this man up until this point was my hope in humanity.

but also i want to say something. light comes in waves right, which means it bounces. boingboingboingboinggggg. which means we have to be close to light for it to come in to our souls again. i know everyone on dread is depressed, but find purpose, be around people who nourish you and make you giggle and think, not people who hurt you. make rules for your life, don't let people in who can't stay within those boundaries or who have opposite lifestyles than you. hold yourself to high standards, put yourself in places where you're the dumbest or most cuntbag person in the room. be around better so that you can be better. if you can't...volunteer. feed cats. donate a well (its 200$), or a month worth of meals to a family in south asia or africa (20-50 usd). what you do comes back to you. light comes from nourishing others. the closer you are to the light, the more chance there is for light to bounce on you. another thing is; when you dedicate yourself to being the light for others, the light comes back. you must find some light from within too, don't rely on ANYONE but God (if you believe), and if you believe in God, also believe in the power he has vested in your soul to change your circumstances.