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i just want to talk. get something out there- this’ll prolly be long..
i’ve lost so many people in my life.
my great-grandparents, my grandfathers, my aunts, my friends, my pets.
i think that i block out some of my memories. i can’t remember highlights from last year, or even from three years ago. I don’t even remember what i did last month unless i had strong feelings about it.
i do believe it started out as a coping mechanism, now its just gotten out of hand and its still there. Like multiple personalities, it stays with me, even though i’m through that bad part.
i have a certain way of things. i have to be so careful of what i say, because its only a matter of luck that it doesn’t come true. i use this responsibly and if i chant the want/need enough, it will happen. i’ve only used the chant twice, only when someone’s life was in danger. once it was my sister, who was in the hospital with Guillian Berre. i was terrified something would happen and i laid there in my bed, chanting over and over that she would miraculously get better. the next morning a woman visited my sister in the hospital and placed her hands on my sister’s legs. my sister told me that it felt awful when she did that. like something was being dragged out of her legs, like knives. the woman didn’t stay long and no one knew where she came from. she hadn’t been from our church, nor did anyone in our family know who she was.
the second one isn’t something i want to get into. but i need to get it out. when i was around 13- i wished for a tornado. stupid a** decision- but i was like that.
next thing i know we got goddamn tornadoes in Kentucky and people died. i felt so awful. i felt so so so awful.
i don’t think about these things.
blocking those kinds of emotions from actually surfacing is something i have to do.
anger stays with me- thats something i use. but i regret my anger.

New Confession

My husband always watches p*** and said he fantasized about me being with a b******** man. On vacation in a bar , I noticed a muscular young black guy watching me. I’m 28, 120 lbs with perky breasts. I started thinking about the fantasy and was getting a bit aroused. My husband was really drunk and I knew he was ready to call it a night. I told the black guy our room number in the hotel, he said he was on the same floor. I asked him to meet me in the hallway. As soon as we entered the room my husband hit the bed, I knew he was out for the night. I removed my p****** and bra and put on a short skirt, I was really going to do this. He was waiting for me in front of his room and pulled me inside rather quickly. He wasted no time kissing me and pulling off his pants revealing his huge manhood. He layed me on the bed and forced his large p**** into my mouth. I was scared because this was happening too fast. He forced it down my throat and I began to gag. After a few minutes, he pulled up my dress around my stomach and saw my tight little p****. He spread my legs and forced his big d*** into my wet hole . It hurt ,but he buried it deep inside me. I begged him to stop but he kept thrusting me. Soon I started getting used to the size and it started feeling very good. I begged him to f*** me good as I grabbed his balls. He was making me c** so hard. He had his way with me for about an hour and I had never had that many orgasms. He finished in my mouth and I eagerly swallowed every drop. I went back to the room, barely able to walk. My husband was still passed out. I get so h**** now when he fantasizes about a black man using me. He has no idea

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