Author: Glyph

You literally send them here TO dime you out. They wouldn’t know me from jack without you pointing them at me, trying to darvo out. You want them to know. & every time one of them chirps in unison against me… instead of being a real friend to you and begging you to Get fn Help…it stabs you in the chest.

THAT’s what you chose. Nobody made you make that call.

I would have broken your arm twisting it until you found a real therapist. & he would’ve pinned you with me until it was time for you to go, probably.

... You want that lavender to help you so fucking badly, too. That's the most honest emotion you've had in any of this.

The Angel walks away from the decks, flabbergasted by even AOC being fed the fuck up lolol

Yall wanna help pick the Epicharis /grievechronic\ book 7 2026 edition cover? The final A/B testing has been afoot for a few weeks {through this pedo/enabler onslaught nonsense} as it is.

...because fuck that guy! Lol-

|Meanwhile in America.|