Fasting. 2 days in.

[imperiouskitten]

Originally Posted by Nexii [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Once you can see someone as the psychopath they are, there is no going back.

Is it actual rage that others take joy when they can't feel such emotions? Or just all an act for fun or boredom? Who knows what goes on deep down there.

I wish I could understand better or help in some way beyond being a willing object of abuse, but the one thing I am sure about is there's boundless rage in there. She's hurting.

Just search her posts, she hasn't posted here in like a year unless it has to do with me. Either interjecting in a convo I'm in, referencing her old insults while gaslighting the other readers like she's being polite, or attacking me directly. When not actively raging, trying to build some sort of credibility so she can use it against me. Stalker.

I guess it's flattering to have one. Considering her questions about whether she should detransition, insistence that trans women aren't women etc., it must mean I've done something right if I need so badly to be knocked down. I would like to think it's as simple as her picking the wrong hill to die on, but then I remember how she treated you. She's a monster, thankfully with no power. The idea she could become a nurse helping the helpless, rape survivors, etc. is super disturbing. My mom had a lot of cancers and hospital time and had an abusive nurse more than once. Might run in the profession.

Originally Posted by Cecily [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

*barks* (I want you to know I giggle a little every time I reply to you with that) It's not mean-spirited, merely a love of the absurd. Which an adult in an animal costume who meets up with like-minded individuals to do God knows what is truly undiluted absurdity, and it makes me laugh. Thank you.

creepy post. You don't understand roleplaying at all? Really? Then you're shockingly dense, for a lifelong EQ player. In reality, though, we know you smelled a person whose identity rendered them vulnerable, and couldn't help but act on your ever-present smothering hatred. I don't believe for a second you feel a thing more positive than tortured glee in this.

PS, i don't look like your dad, that one bounces off completely. deadpan honest. sad stuff