last month a guy was found dead and it really made me scared about that sort of thing that I could die over night and I take good care as best as I can

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last month a guy was found dead and it really made me scared about that sort of thing that I could die over night and I take good care as best as I can right now of my health. Like have never done drugs, I go exercise and I eat well. I had a few and I mean just a few drunk spells in my 20s like maybe 4 or 5 times and I stopped drinking alcohol socially a good 10 years ago now. I never was a heavy drinker. I don’t go out late at night a lot. If anything my own laziness is my sin. I sit too much which people say is not good for you, but I know a lot of classes people sit for. Its not that easy to dance or jam or run while trying to learn maths or heavy stuff. I have never been to a class yet on anything other then PE where you run in place or on the spot and write/type at the same time. But yet still my fears get the better of me. Then I realised a former b**** and her fear was never being found and I think she has been trying to throw it on to me. That is how sick and twisted that sick old hound is to keep doing all to me for the past 30 years. I looked back at links and I thought I know I am sensitive type and I fear sudden death but my doctor tells me to weigh up the odds that last check said I am not likely to have a heart attack in the next 5-10 years anyway.
I know I need to lose weight. If anything I wake up sickly at times or feel blood pulsing at the toilet straining. I strain a lot getting up and down and just generally less satisfied about life and feel doom around me. Then over night police and ambulance turn up at a neighbors bro party gone wrong as they always do. That felt like a fear creeping up on me. I hate her so much that she is still trying to play mental games on me with that party scene and her own fears throwing them on me. How long has she been getting away with this on younger people she was supposed to be helping. I condemn you and rebuke all your witchy spells b****. suffer your own fate you fake and stop abusing me old warlock turd. She even threw her past life shame on me with her mothers house of s*** on to me. why? what did she do that to me for? How will she suffer out her last hours and days for abusing me for so long and getting paid. no more money from me old witchpoo! She wanted me gay, she wanted me ill, w****, weak, nameless and loveless. shame on you and your witchy demon spell and may it fly back to you and may the lord protec I rebuke your sins away from me. your evil darthly dagger looks and wishes you run from your own fear stealing others good dreams. well not anymore old spinthreat wheeler. God punish you now sinner!

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This engagament to my fiancé is too long and, I’ll say it, pointless. I wish I had a baby but my partner stutters and I’m still not ready for marriage because I’m a narcissistic abuse survivor. Part of me wants to sleep around, the other part wants to get pregnant. But I don’t know with whom I really want to get pregnant by. My father passed away six months ago, I’ve been gaining weight and I’m on psychiatric meds and metformin because I have insulin resistance. My fiancé used to be a virgin before he met me, but I already had three sᴇxᴜᴀʟ partners. I cheated on my fiancé with an emotinally abusive sociopath ex-boyfriend of mine. He doesn’t know about cheating and me having multuple partners before we started a relationship. He proposed to me on my 27th birthday, out of a sudden, in public, in the presence of my late father. I said “Yes,” but now I really don’t know what to do.

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My older brother is very successful and has built a nice house out in the country. The house has a pool and a picnic area in the middle of the woods with a shelter house, brick bbq grill, and fire pit. Last weekend we had a family reunion. After swimming in the pool I walked back down to the picnic area. It was dark by now and a fire was burning in the pit. I sat at one of the tables in the shelter, still in my bikini when my nephew (19) came over and sat next to me. We talked a little while everyone else was sitting around the fire. At one point he put his hand on my thigh. I didn’t think much of it until he started rubbing my leg. A few minutes later he was rubbing the inside of my thigh and every few minutes his hand would move farther up between my legs. I got caught up in the excitement of the forbidden so I spread my legs just a little bit. The closer he got to my p**** the wetter I got. I gasped a little as he touched me through my bikini bottoms, then reached over under the table and ran my hand across the front of his shorts. I gave him a little squeeze as he pushed my bikini aside and found my c***. It was so exciting that I had an o***** in maybe 3 mintues at the most. After he finished me I slid my hand inside his shorts and gave him a h*******. I can still feel his warm c** on my hand and it makes me wet again.