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REALLY BAD. I think the IRS is about to whip out its giant black dick and FUCK ME IN THE ASS. I'm absolutely utterly about to get the IRS up my ass so fucking hard that my only choice is to beg for mercy.

And my only real choice is whether there's lube when they FUCKING RAPE ME.


I am so fucked so fucking fucked. Gun to the head leveled of fucked. Letter from the IRS fucked. I am fucked and utterly fucking doomed. I am at begging for mercy levels of doomed. Or I should just kill myself.
 
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I'm going to get raped so goddamn hard by the IRS. Literally gun to the head raped. I am so fucking fucked.
I think my only choice is just literally to grovel and beg for mercy. My lawyer on the subject says this might work.

Otherwise my choice is getting absolutely ass-fucked. Please at least give me lube? I am so absolutely fucked only God can help.
 
I don't think I hate being black rn, my dad just bought me a custom jersey with an African flag on it, it's legitimately the sweetest gift I've gotten in a while I almost cried :)
 
I am so fucked. So fucking fucked. YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH.
Please wish me luck because a big fat mamma's gonna FUCK me.
I am SO FUCKING FUCKED. I'm FUCKING DOOMED.
 
There is no escape. I am just getting fucking raped. There's no way out of it. I am so FUCKED. The IRS has fired itself up. This was my deepest fear. And now it's come to fruition. I am so absolutely defeated. FUCKED. I am FUCKED. The IRS is going to rape me in the ass so fucking hard.

It's so fucking bad. My lawyer has basically told me the only real way to cope is it's time to get on your hands and knees, lube up, and take it up the ass. She didn't say it in those words but it's obviously going to happen. I'm getting raped, and I can't escape it in any way. I'm just going to have to submit. I am so fucking FUCKED.

Or I could just off myself. But I'm not really in that mood. Yet.
 
nobody cares. legitimately, no one cares. they pretend. if you're mentally ill enough you are treated as a leper, a social pariah at worst, or a freak basket case meant to be handled with kid gloves and tip-toed around at best. everyone is so fucking fake. no one has your back, not really. no one cares. no one, not at all, and i hate them all for it. i'll hate them until i die. can't come soon enough. fuck everyone. fuck them. not you reading this you're fine. just having a moment. who cares
 
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nobody cares. legitimately, no one cares. they pretend. if you're mentally ill enough you are treated as a leper, a social pariah at worst, or a freak basket case meant to be handled with kid gloves and tip-toed around at best. everyone is so fucking fake. no one has your back, not really. no one cares. no one, not at all, and i hate them all for it. i'll hate them until i die. can't come soon enough. fuck everyone. fuck them. not you reading this you're fine. just having a moment. who cares
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Things are starting to look up for me but for you enjoy this box of kittens:


or if your a dog person:

 
AnOminous said:
There is no escape. I am just getting fucking raped. There's no way out of it. I am so FUCKED. The IRS has fired itself up. This was my deepest fear. And now it's come to fruition. I am so absolutely defeated. FUCKED. I am FUCKED. The IRS is going to rape me in the ass so fucking hard.

It's so fucking bad. My lawyer has basically told me the only real way to cope is it's time to get on your hands and knees, lube up, and take it up the ass. She didn't say it in those words but it's obviously going to happen. I'm getting raped, and I can't escape it in any way. I'm just going to have to submit. I am so fucking FUCKED.

Or I could just off myself. But I'm not really in that mood. Yet.
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They can't extract money from a crying onion while it sits in prison. Get a CPA to go over your stuff. How much you owe, btw?
 
AnOminous said:
There is no escape. I am just getting fucking raped. There's no way out of it. I am so FUCKED. The IRS has fired itself up. This was my deepest fear. And now it's come to fruition. I am so absolutely defeated. FUCKED. I am FUCKED. The IRS is going to rape me in the ass so fucking hard.

It's so fucking bad. My lawyer has basically told me the only real way to cope is it's time to get on your hands and knees, lube up, and take it up the ass. She didn't say it in those words but it's obviously going to happen. I'm getting raped, and I can't escape it in any way. I'm just going to have to submit. I am so fucking FUCKED.

Or I could just off myself. But I'm not really in that mood. Yet.
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I hope you get out of this in one piece.
 
Today started better. I woke up at 9-something, which is like three hours earlier than my usual time waking up, and decided to go for a nearly 2 hour walk with the old girl. The sun is shining, the sky is nearly free of clouds and there's a gentle breeze. Lovely weather.
After our walk, which I cut a little shorter than I would have liked because there were no other dogs in the dog park that wanted to play with mine, I went and picked up my new type of Abilify. Liquid solution rather than a 5mg pill, as I have been reduced to 2.5mg. Tastes AWFUL but I guess if it works better for me in a lower dosage, then I just have to literally swallow my bitter medicine.
I bought lunch, I felt lazy and unhealthy so I got some curly fries and some fried chicken on skewers, then chucked it in my airfryer to cope about a healthier cooking method.

The dog is sleeping soundly next to me. I'm probably doom pilled AF with regards to her but I think she's slowing down recently, laying down more frequently if she's off leash on our walks.
At least her benign fat lumps haven't increased in size, I've been worrying about those for four years it feels like..

I hope everyone has a good Thursday.
 
I have a schizo episode at work today. Remind me of why I can't hold a job longer than 3 months and why my life is never going to get anywhere because I'm mentally unstable.

It's nothing serious, I got episodes where I believe in delusions and suddenly in my head nothing matters but the delusions.

I'm also cripplingly addicted to this site because I'm banned off every other site I commented on for my behavior
PetiteFeet said:
I clearly wasn't meant for this world, why should I keep trying.
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It's not your fault. It's the spiritual niggers who should die.
 
PetiteFeet said:
Today started better. I woke up at 9-something, which is like three hours earlier than my usual time waking up, and decided to go for a nearly 2 hour walk with the old girl. The sun is shining, the sky is nearly free of clouds and there's a gentle breeze. Lovely weather.
After our walk, which I cut a little shorter than I would have liked because there were no other dogs in the dog park that wanted to play with mine, I went and picked up my new type of Abilify. Liquid solution rather than a 5mg pill, as I have been reduced to 2.5mg. Tastes AWFUL but I guess if it works better for me in a lower dosage, then I just have to literally swallow my bitter medicine.
I bought lunch, I felt lazy and unhealthy so I got some curly fries and some fried chicken on skewers, then chucked it in my airfryer to cope about a healthier cooking method.

The dog is sleeping soundly next to me. I'm probably doom pilled AF with regards to her but I think she's slowing down recently, laying down more frequently if she's off leash on our walks.
At least her benign fat lumps haven't increased in size, I've been worrying about those for four years it feels like..

I hope everyone has a good Thursday.
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When my dog went, it was completely unrelated to the noncancerous lymphomas she had all over her body. She had them for about 5ish years, maybe a bit longer, before the stroke paralyzed her lower body. Doesn't assuage any of the guilt from having her put down, though. She was 15 and I thought she could have easily had another few years.
 
Burning Bridge said:
When my dog went, it was completely unrelated to the noncancerous lymphomas she had all over her body. She had them for about 5ish years, maybe a bit longer, before the stroke paralyzed her lower body. Doesn't assuage any of the guilt from having her put down, though. She was 15 and I thought she could have easily had another few years.
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15 is a very high age for most dogs, you did what you thought was best for her. Serious health issues are easier to spot in hindsight. It sucks to be able to look back on something and say "I should have done this ages ago."
My old frenchie suddenly had issues with his entire left side and then eventually developed seizures. My parents, mostly my mom, thought it was epilepsi and the vet prescribed him epilepsi meds that had zero effect. He had an incredibly steep decline in quality of life over a 6-8 month timeframe and he was put down during the height of corona lockdown #1 back in December 2020. He was my soul dog, my "first" dog if my father had gotten his way because he wanted me to move out and take the dog with me, because he knew how good Ludvig was for my overall health.
I will freely and easily admit I am still not over him. I haven't really recovered from how traumatising that last winter with him was, five and a half years on.
But I take comfort in knowing that we did the best we could with the limited info and resources we had at the time. I don't think I can ever forgive myself, but I try to do better by my current and future dogs.

Please give yourself a hug and some grace, you did right by your dog.
 
PetiteFeet said:
15 is a very high age for most dogs, you did what you thought was best for her. Serious health issues are easier to spot in hindsight. It sucks to be able to look back on something and say "I should have done this ages ago."
My old frenchie suddenly had issues with his entire left side and then eventually developed seizures. My parents, mostly my mom, thought it was epilepsi and the vet prescribed him epilepsi meds that had zero effect. He had an incredibly steep decline in quality of life over a 6-8 month timeframe and he was put down during the height of corona lockdown #1 back in December 2020. He was my soul dog, my "first" dog if my father had gotten his way because he wanted me to move out and take the dog with me, because he knew how good Ludvig was for my overall health.
I will freely and easily admit I am still not over him. I haven't really recovered from how traumatising that last winter with him was, five and a half years on.
But I take comfort in knowing that we did the best we could with the limited info and resources we had at the time. I don't think I can ever forgive myself, but I try to do better by my current and future dogs.

Please give yourself a hug and some grace, you did right by your dog.
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I put her down October 2019, right before corona became a thing. Intellectually, it's very easily to rationalize these things. Emotions don't give a damn about things like facts, reasons, logic, or mitigating circumstances, and truthfully I've always been a little jealous about those whose do.
 
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