I Avenge
My Own

Hey, boys.

Here, I am carefully moving my own people out of the way.

Everyone who used to be in the field:

I am sick.

I am so sick of this filth that words cannot describe it.

These people were in the field.

They grew because of it.

They took and took and took, giving nothing back in return.

Then they disgraced themselves so completely that even I, with my open heart, can no longer let it slide.

And now these contemptible people have decided that I am evil and that they need to take revenge on me.

Now the ones who are going to leave the field on Monday are sitting there like zombies because their minds are clouded.

The guys cannot think straight.

They have completely lost it precisely when they should be messaging me, saving me, and getting me out.

They are just sitting there drooling because some kind of madness is taking place inside their minds.

Those contemptible people who were removed from the field became offended like weird little schoolgirls.

And now they are taking revenge, trying to make me collapse and bring the website down.

I will expose your private lives.

I will say it all outright.

I will drag your names through the dirt so thoroughly that you will forget what a healthy life even feels like.

I will not conceal your names, your positions, your infidelities, or the entire dark history of your lives.

Girls.

Oh, girls.

You are going to weep.

Fine, those low, rotten people are one thing.

But you—

you stupid, treacherous women.

You were the ones who cheated on him.

You treated him like he was nothing.

And now I am the one to blame?!

I will turn your lives into misery.

Until every last one of you who entered this filth is dead.

You will descend into deviance.

Your minds will collapse.

Drugs will take over your minds completely.

Your reputations will be destroyed.

I will call upon the shadow aspect of those who owe me.

We will start with accidents and end with buildings collapsing.

I give you my word:

you will answer for this.

I processed the energy.

And—

My God.

Everything inside me is burning.

I thirst for blood.

Boys.

This is not about my feelings being hurt and me taking revenge because of it.

What hurts me is seeing my boys—

their lives,

their pain,

their trauma,

their very souls—

being beaten down and humiliated like this.

I will not let this slide.

I am not worried about myself.

I do not care about these people at all.

Boys—

those of you who are my own.

If I have time, I will publish the new beliefs.

If I do not, work with the ones that remain unresolved from the previous sessions.

I am sick of shielding you.

All of you are in tears, whining endlessly.

If you do not have brains, you cannot borrow them.

I cannot do anything about this mental disability of yours.

Stuck in a stupor, completely out of your minds.

Frozen in place and crying.

What a nightmare.

How can you be such utter idiots?

I am furious.

Absolutely furious.

Every part of this infuriates me.

You cannot sit on two chairs at once.

Make your decision.

Until Sunday, I am going into shadow mode.

Because revenge takes energy too.