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[seleniumangel]

As I get older I realize that I am tired of people being not punctual. It’s very not nice nor considerate of the person. If you make plans and are running late, let the person be aware; not just make the person wait still with no response.

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Please woman should stop acting out of desperation when talking to a man, just because. It confuses me why some woman act out in fear just because they want to talk to a man and willingly want to go see a man in a whole different location. It's giving desperate and insecurity on the woman part.

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Personal

I came to realize that living with parents that came from a different country. The mother figure values family a lot but sometimes neglects their own family to help satisfy and be the matriarch of their main family and not the family their created with someone else. I really need to discuss this more with my therapist. I really feel frustrated and annoyed easily about a certain family situation. I don’t dislike them, i dislike how I am still the care taker for this person and it isn't right. I am the person family, not their care-taker. I really desire to be far away from this environment and dynamic and hope and pray that if, I were to start my own family in my right time. I will definitely make sure that I will not act nor behave this way and learn to create a firm boundary to my family so my children won't feel the same way I felt.

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The episode shape-shifters, on love,death, & robots is really good! All I have to see is that the wolf hybrid men can definitely have a fun time with me. 😈

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My friend told me today, that she is putting her dog down today. She called and i tried calling back at first and no answer. Called again and got an answer and I was crying on the phone. I have know that dog since I was in high school and community college; granted i can only imagine the emotional sadness my friend is feeling today. I am just sad and crying.

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Unraveled by Simon

In a dilapidated house on the outskirts of Johannesburg, Chidinma sat alone on a sagging bed, the air thick with dust and despair. The walls, once vibrant, now loomed like silent sentinels, their peeling paint resembling the skin of a long-forgotten corpse. Shadows clung to the corners, whispering secrets of a past that had long since slipped away. Tonight’s game of Simon Says felt ominously charged, the theme—“Letting Go”—hanging over her like a shroud.

Chidinma surveyed the desolation that surrounded her. This was no home; it was a crypt, filled with remnants of a life that had faded into darkness. No friends ever came to play; only the echoes of her own thoughts haunted her. The silence was oppressive, punctuated by the mournful creaks of the old house, as if it were lamenting her loneliness.

“Simon says sell all your household items in 45 minutes.”

The challenge struck her like a curse. Her meager possessions—faded photographs, a cracked vase, a rusted keychain—were all that remained of a life she once cherished. Each item was a tether to memories now cloaked in sorrow. The thought of parting with these tokens sent icy fingers creeping down her spine. Yet, the allure of the game wrapped around her like a vine, pulling her deeper into its dark embrace. She grabbed her phone, fingers trembling as she posted ads to an audience that would never materialize.

As the minutes slipped by, the imagined laughter of friends twisted into malevolent cackles that echoed in her mind. She envisioned shadowy figures arriving to claim her belongings, their indifferent faces mocking her loss. With every sale she conjured, she felt herself unraveling, her spirit fraying like the tattered edges of an old tapestry. The silence morphed into a sinister symphony, a cruel reminder of her isolation.

“Ten seconds left!” she whispered, her voice trembling as the shadows deepened around her.

Desperation surged as she surveyed the hollow space, the air heavy with unspoken dread. The timer in her mind beeped, and dread coiled tightly in her chest, a serpent ready to strike.

“Chidinma, you failed. Your punishment is to perform your regular teeth care.”

Laughter erupted in her thoughts, sharp and piercing, like glass shards falling from a shattered mirror. The memory of her meticulous dental routine became a dark echo of her solitude, a grim reminder of the rituals she clung to in a world devoid of warmth. This was no mere punishment; it was a macabre twist, a cruel jest played by the very shadows that inhabited the house.

With shaking hands, she retrieved her toothbrush and a tongue scraper from a drawer thick with dust. She stepped into the bathroom, its mirror cracked like her psyche, reflecting a distorted figure with wide, haunted eyes. As she forced herself to begin, the minty paste tasted bitter on her tongue, a reminder of her spiraling descent into darkness.

As she scraped her tongue, a strange resistance gripped her. Chidinma frowned, horror blooming in her chest as she watched her tongue stretch unnaturally, elongating like a grotesque serpent seeking freedom. It twisted and writhed, as if it had a life of its own.

“Stop! It’s just a game!” she gasped, but the scraper held firm, as if possessed by a malevolent spirit. Panic surged through her veins as she scraped again, feeling the metal dig deeper, the pain twisting into a sickening ecstasy. The shadows around her thickened, swirling like a tempest, chilling her to the bone.

“Simon says keep scraping!”

The words echoed ominously, wrapping around her like a noose. What had begun as a playful challenge had transformed into a sinister ritual. Chidinma’s reflection warped into a nightmare—her mouth a gaping maw, contorted in silent agony.

“Stop! Please!” she cried, but her pleas were swallowed by the oppressive silence, leaving her alone with her terror. The laughter of her imagined friends morphed into a cacophony of torment, each taunt pulling her further into despair.

With one final, desperate scrape, pain erupted in her mouth. A ripping sensation tore through her, and she collapsed onto the cold tiles, gasping as darkness closed in. In that moment, she glimpsed her tongue—a writhing, alien thing, oozing and twitching as it lay on the floor, a grotesque trophy of her punishment

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Eclipse of the Soul

In the stillness of her dimly lit room, Seyi discovered a VR headset nestled among forgotten trinkets, its surface cloaked in dust. It seemed to hum with a quiet invitation, whispering secrets of a game called "Eclipse of the Soul." Promising an exploration of the mind’s darkest corners, it beckoned players into a void where shadows danced and whispered, each flicker hinting at untold horrors lying just beyond the edge of perception.

With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, Seyi wiped the headset clean and slipped it on. Instantly, her familiar surroundings faded into a chilling darkness, replaced by a haunting realm that mirrored her own but was drenched in shadows. Here, the air felt heavier, thick with an unsettling silence that enveloped her like a shroud.

As she ventured deeper into this void, Seyi noticed figures lurking just beyond her vision—shadowy silhouettes that shifted and flickered like candle flames in a draft. They seemed to hover at the edges of her perception, raising their hands in slow, deliberate waves. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized they were not merely figments of her imagination; they were something far more sinister.

Days passed, and Seyi found herself returning to the game, each session drawing her in like a moth to a flame. The shadows multiplied, their movements becoming more frenetic, as if eager to interact. But every time she approached, they faded back into the darkness, leaving only a whispering echo in their wake. The game began to distort her sense of time; hours slipped away unnoticed as she immersed herself deeper into the abyss.

With each passing night, the shadows grew bolder, their shapes shifting to resemble faces she once knew. Friends, family—each silhouette seemed to mock her with familiarity, raising their hands in that unsettling wave. “Who are you?” she would ask, but they only continued their eerie salutation, their mouths moving in silent mockery.

As Seyi's obsession deepened, she found herself withdrawing from the world outside the game. The vibrant colors of life dulled into grays, and laughter from friends drifted away like a forgotten melody. Though she still spoke with them, their voices felt distant, like echoes in a vast cavern. She began to question her own reflection, the girl staring back at her a mere shadow of her former self.

One night, driven by desperation, Seyi returned to the game, convinced that the shadows held the answers she sought. She stepped into the dark realm once more, and this time, the figures swarmed around her, their movements erratic and chaotic. The air crackled with tension, and their hands waved faster, as if urging her to join them in their frantic dance.

“What do you want from me?” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, yet it felt heavy in the oppressive silence. The shadows closed in, their forms twisting and merging into a single mass, a dark tide that threatened to engulf her.

In a moment of panic, Seyi ripped off the VR headset, gasping for breath. But as she pulled it away, she felt an unyielding pressure on her mind, as if the shadows had seeped into her very essence. The room spun around her, and the familiar walls of her apartment faded into an oppressive gloom. She was trapped in a limbo where reality and nightmare intertwined.

Days turned into a blur, each moment heavy with dread. The shadows lingered in her periphery, always watching, always waiting. Friends reached out, their concern palpable, yet their faces morphed into indistinct shapes, twisted by her spiraling thoughts. She could feel them trying to connect, but a subtle distance grew between them, a veil she couldn’t quite pierce.

Then one night, as Seyi sat alone in her darkened room, an overwhelming realization washed over her: she was not merely playing a game. The shadows had claimed her, entwined with her very soul, and their whispers filled her mind with a chilling clarity. She was trapped in an eternal eclipse, lost in a world where the boundaries of self had dissolved into the dark.

As the shadows encircled her, their movements slowed, their waving hands now a haunting reminder of her descent. They became her only companions, a sinister choir singing the song of her unraveling mind. Was she still in the game, or had the game consumed her entirely?

With each heartbeat, the uncertainty deepened, leaving her in a chilling limbo, forever haunted by the echoes of what once was—waiting, watching, and waving, in the unending darkness of her soul.

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🍁 Autumn will bring prosperity.

🎃 Autumn will bring release.

🦉 Autumn will bring wisdom.

🔮 Autumn will bring peace.

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My father was talking to me a few days ago, and talking about how when my parents had me; they kept it a secret up until my birth. The first person they told was my mom grandma which would be my great grandma. It now makes sense why I have my moon sign in the specific house it’s in.

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It’s interesting how my family member whose Christian is very vocal about being Christ like and etc and random times and wants to be in the lords grace. But it’s very sad to know that your removing your religious up bringing that our African ancestors formed on; for Christianity. This family member is very adamant on making you feel like your religious view is not right. But my other family member who’s Christian, doesn’t behave this way it’s not pressurizing nor rude.

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Only perceived when it’s conducive for other people. Only given a “ thank you “ when it’s convenient for that person or particular action. Have some many repressed emotions that I need to cry out, scream and then let go.

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Why is it when a person is not cheery nor in a good mood something has to be up. Why not check on the person regardless of their mood behavior.

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Introspection

I started getting on the wave/trend of human design and understanding my chart; I even bought a book about human design and I am still confused but I’m learning more each time. I realized that I did a small action today by informing my dad about my decision to buying a car because I am tired of paying for Uber and Lyft rides to work. I’m tired of asking people to give me a ride to work and the let down when the person isn’t able to do so. At first I was like oh let me wait till said month that I have planned but I feel this push to just save as much as I can in the next month and just do it. The more you wait the more you will let life pass you by in a sense. If things don’t work out as planned it’s still okay but I know I will get this car.

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When I get a pc computer, then I will start playing sims again because playing it on the Mac laptop is frustrating and crashes too much.

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Watching this show on max, it’s interesting seeing a domestic dispute between a married couple and the children speaking about their experiences. It reminds me of my upbringing and seeing and hearing that kind of environment wasn’t healthy.

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