Vent Thread: Let it all out (Negative Energy Dump)

Where did the rest of the crew go, Eva?

It seems we’re scattered across Discord now; I haven't even seen some of you in ages. As for my acquaintance who added me to a group only to kick me right back out—well, cheers for the warm welcome. Honestly, thanks for the exit; I have far too many groups to keep track of anyway. 🤣🤣

On Facebook

Maria Cox64 said:On Facebook

Evolution... first the forums, then Facebook... 😁

Eva, sending love to MS

Noord has blocked me on every single platform because I called him out publicly. Honestly, I told him straight to his face that I was going to report him, and now I’m actually kicking myself for not taking more screenshots beforehand. Look, I might be a bit of a masochist, but even I have my limits. I’m finding it increasingly difficult to even bother posting with this profile; it feels like being an addict stuck in rehab, and frankly, I don't need that kind of drama in my life.

William Taylor79 said:Evolution, really. First it was the forums, then we migrated to Facebook. 😁

It certainly would have been entertaining on Facebook, wouldn't it?

Eva, don't get worked up, MS

Eva hugs

Hey James Kern6, you on Facebook too?

Hey, I'm not on Twitter, I'm just MS

https://www.facebook.com/10000082421...32165/?app=fbl

Let us venture for a moment—just a brief moment—into the biting frost, to claw at the dark earth and feel it slip through our fingers; muddy, soft, almost as if it were alive, as if you could hear it breathing... breathing... And so we all dance together in death... listen to the sound, for it is cold, as gentle as a white night or an American dawn... though what kind of dawns were they really? As if they occurred billions of years ago, or perhaps just seconds past? For time does not exist—or so some violetstorm claimed in more recent times, those foolish, sweet, modern times, when he returned to me, again and again, because he was always there, tucked away in my dreams. Komanche always called me into the cold, back to Ukraine, with weapons in hand, to stand by his side and witness that final gasp... For I have been to the Had as well, and he watched over me there. Through black, darkest-of-black, forged bars, feeling as though bones themselves were snapping... Yet even that was not terrifying. Though, I must admit, the rattling sound was somewhat sinister. It felt, for a fleeting second, as if time had stopped—not time, mind you, but the heart. It stopped, and then it leapt. Vivid, bloody, much like those old days when the red blood flowed... the blood of men. It was by the edge of some stream, deep in the Midwest, near Borna, back when we drank nothing but Dioniz and the gods themselves were speaking. Oh, how beautiful it was, simply to hear them.

Good grief, how am I supposed to manage without my head on straight?

I have no idea what I was posting here under my other username

Donald Trump, though I can't recall the specifics—thank God there’s a digital paper trail to consult—matejperiš remains close to my heart.

I am truly grateful for the guidance provided through the written word, truly

So, I’ve had about ten shots of tequila, my memory is basically non-existent, and now this idiot on Facebook is giving me a hard time. I tried asking Maria Cox64 to look him up for me, but she hasn't gotten back to me yet. Poor me, right?

Absolutely appalling

I just wish I could become invisible for a little while