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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 6:24:53 GMT -5
I am all about realism, Kaomea.
I know exactly what was meant by things don't always turn out.
Okay. Here we are.
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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 6:26:57 GMT -5
You want a solid form from a projected picture in mind. That's not real at all. Look at where your feet are this moment, you fucking cunt (fucking cunt that i love).
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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 9:01:16 GMT -5
w a t e r g a z e M.
I am cutting surgically without the antisthetic, sweetheart.
Let's hope the incisions are precise:
I can only surmise on the context, but one part is certain. Your fragile autonomy was struck a devastating blow at the moment you could least afford it.
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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 9:30:44 GMT -5
Why you were so vulnerable?
You were dealing with the natural insecurity of being sent off by your parents. You were going to adapt. You willed that. You would grow and make the unfamiliar familiar.
Your age alone was reason enough for the fragile state, but you did not like being so vulnerable. Nevertheless, the changes in your life brought an uncomfortable tension. That made you shake deep within.
Of course, you would not see that because you buried it deep and acted contrary. You "controlled," ignoring the stage being set for your self-destruction.
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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 9:32:13 GMT -5
Think. You began cutting away as if each snip was a soluble answer to your insecurity.
The fact that you were doing an artistic collage was in fact an act of sabotage in chaos.
You tried so hard. You were going to bring order to what was your own upheaval.
And so, with brave conviction took intitiative to show your new world... show the house mom...
YOU were NOT vulnerable M.
You were SPECIAL!
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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 9:48:26 GMT -5
Listen to me you stupid cunt. I was there.
I lived the horror with you.
The terrifying shock was not the end of it. The rejection left you void of worth.
Your withdrawal was a petrifying abomination.
No calm. No reflection. just ---->
Paralyzation!!
Locked into the most horrid state of existence with no self-esteem.
There were no outs, no you. C U N T
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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 9:51:19 GMT -5
How fucking unbearable continuing to live in that eternity of a sojourn. OMG
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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 9:52:38 GMT -5
You still live in that abode, sweetheart (despicable cunt)
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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 9:54:32 GMT -5
Kaomea, Y U M M Y - - playing with a scalpel
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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 10:00:00 GMT -5
watergaze, put on whatever cloth you wish,
but you have no control where it concerns us.
Obey me.
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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 10:00:44 GMT -5
Do me like that, Kaomea!
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Post by amy on May 20, 2024 10:11:36 GMT -5
Okay watergaze, here is the brief unfiltered truth about my cancellation.
Susan transfered to me stark forboding from depths of which I had not seen. I tried to ignore her, but she was determined that I not go... even insisting she pay for the nonrefundable thousands of dollars (uncanny).
Then I let my imagination run over me. I thought of threat, and cult ceremony, (and yes "EASTER" crossed my mind) You can SEE when you want to, miss.
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