psychedelicsoul
Bluelighter
- Joined
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When I was a child, I was a wicked little beast. I had rage flowing deep within me. There was one time I decided to get a hissing cockroach in order to cure my phobia... didn't work, I never picked the thing up. One day I freaked out and started shouting and yelling about how cockroaches are evil creatures that all deserve to die.
The next day... it died.
And here's something even worse. I got in a fight with this kid one time, and I looked like a loser cause I lost. I wanted to give him pay back, and I looked up some pagan spells. I was consumed with rage to the point where I pulled all of my faith into them and cast them. I was mad for days. My face was red the entire time I cast the spell
A few days ladder his gall bladder erupts and during surgery there's complications. I was so happy. I jumped back and forth and revelled in sheer joy. I was so happy he was suffering that the thought of it made me euphoric. Don't tell me you weren't like that at age 12. I was positive the spell work. Howevr, as time went on I developed sympathy and regretted my decision. I realized killing is bad. After coming to that relization and feeling bad, he survived. He was in critical condition for a long time, but when I decided that I regretted my decision he came back to school in a few days.
The moral of the story... is don't fuck with me if you know what's good for you
The next day... it died.
And here's something even worse. I got in a fight with this kid one time, and I looked like a loser cause I lost. I wanted to give him pay back, and I looked up some pagan spells. I was consumed with rage to the point where I pulled all of my faith into them and cast them. I was mad for days. My face was red the entire time I cast the spell
A few days ladder his gall bladder erupts and during surgery there's complications. I was so happy. I jumped back and forth and revelled in sheer joy. I was so happy he was suffering that the thought of it made me euphoric. Don't tell me you weren't like that at age 12. I was positive the spell work. Howevr, as time went on I developed sympathy and regretted my decision. I realized killing is bad. After coming to that relization and feeling bad, he survived. He was in critical condition for a long time, but when I decided that I regretted my decision he came back to school in a few days.
The moral of the story... is don't fuck with me if you know what's good for you
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