I was always a bit “off” to be fair, socially and otherwise. I was a rambunctious little sport with a lot of pep but I never really understood people. I would have to line up my socks perfectly with my toes, I went to the bathroom the exact same number of times, I didn’t get a lot of jokes. I’m high school I compensated this by doing a lot of drugs, and my academic performance suffered but I learned that it was easier to be funny and etc when low inhibited so I continued. Until it became such a problem that I was forced home for senior year. This and my ego death on more methoxetamine than should be used to tranquilize a horse was truly the beginning of me “opting out” of life and led me down a very lonely broken path.
I became slightly obsessed by the damage I had done to myself with drugs. Granted, I started with a genius IQ and only lost a couple points. Assholes and doctors a like would call this histrionic. And I was histrionic, talking too much about myself and worrying too much about a little brain damage.
When I went to the ocdi at Maclean, I connected with people for real and realized it wasn’t actually that bad for me (early 2020). At the same time, many on mintboard including Nantes were on my side and trying to get me to quit the website so I could genuinely get better. However the floodgates of tubing and gang stalking had already been opened, little did they know.
It was through gangstalking and my tubular ted talks into the tent of talkies that I met three girls, each of whom I fell deeply in love with. However they were previously engaged to some degree, much like the one I currently engage with, and we’re not very nice people- while they sucked me and watched me dance they would also call me ugly and say rude horrible things to me. They also allowed and or supported my tubing, especially when I fucked legal but teenage boys which is admittedly a little gross.
Fast forward and mk801 later and my relationship with reality due to the drugs they were poisoning me with got seriously schizzed the fuck up. I knew the gangstalking was real, but I started to believe that I was being stalked by literal demons and that the Illuminati could send demons from hell to taunt and torture people psychologically. It was in this fugue state that I snapped and sent a coded message to “send that demon back to hell” which was misinterpreted as “those demons” and also about the girls, when I meant Nantes in particular. I never
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