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what are the most fucked up websites you've come across? what made them fucked up to you?

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I was in college at the time. The dining hall meals were downright terrible and disgusting for a few days in a row, so I was very hungry. I had gotten sick from being served raw chicken the previous week, and my PMS was getting to me.

I met this other girl whose name I cannot remember, so I will call her Harper. She was also sick from eating bad food from the dining hall, so she needed a decent meal. She noticed me ordering food on McDonald's and I asked if she also wanted a meal. I accepted her order and inputted it into my account. I could not in good conscience leave another girl hungry, though if this were a random man that would be a different story.

It was 8 PM but I waited four hours before a doordasher finally came for me to deliver my food, but I was in for a dirty surprise. The man in the passenger seat threw a food bag out at me and when I tried to read the label to see if it was the right order he literally said "I didn't put anything in it" before I saw him motioning to the driver to drive away.

I brought the food in and handed the bag to Harper, where we saw it was the wrong order. I allowed Harper to have the whole bag but I called DoorDash to get my correct meal. I got a refund and the driver was reprimanded.

Harper thanked me for the meal but I literally curled over the table in the lounge and vomited stomach bile all over the floor.

They give off such a unique feel. Have you ever seen one other than this one before?

It really feels like I think about death pretty much everyday. It's not even deep pondering, like I could be doing something banal such as listening to music or sitting outside having a snack and the sudden thought will come to me - "I'm gonna die one day". It doesn't exactly shock me or make me depressed but it does shake me up a little. It's like a reminder that the stuff I'm doing in the present moment doesn't matter and I feel silly thinking it does lol. Does this happen to anyone else? Do you find it really difficult to avoid the thought of death?

I'm new to tarot and I don't have anyone irl to practice with. Ask me a question and I'll give you an answer! Make sure to include the number 1 or 2 with your question, I'm using two decks.

I caught a good friend of mine browsing this dark web site when we were hanging out in my dorm one day. We had co-ed so he could visit me even though we are opposite genders. He said to me that he was buying weed, and I told him it was illegal and he was going to get caught.

About a week later, we were in my dorm again probably watching a movie or playing a game. I heard a sharp knock at my door suddenly. I got nervous thinking it might be the police, but it turned out to be much worse than just the police. There was this really shady guy, and he asked me if I was the one who bought the weed. I said I didn't buy it, but my friend chimed in and said he bought it. The shady man said to come out to his car in the next parking lot over by the nursing home.

I followed my friend, I had to go to ensure nothing happened to him. I put the hood up on my pikachu hoodie and walked about 5 feet behind my friend. We came up to a car without a license plate where there was someone sitting in the back. The shady man motioned for him to get down, and he opened his trunk to hand my friend the weed.

I know it’s probably not very believable of my sanity due to the title. But I need to get this off of my chest to somebody, anybody, and this is probably a good place to go. Plus I’ve deleted all of my other social media, therapists are scheming little devils, and my family could not be trusted with this information.

For some context on how my mind kind of works: I don’t have DID or any of those dissociative disorders, but I might have a really diluted distant cousin type thing of one of them. You see, in my head, there is me, but also a bunch of smaller fractured mes, of different natures and temperaments, a likely infinite amount. There is no “fronting” that someone with a dissociative disorder would have; there is me and the ever shifting parliament of mes, and any certain amount of the mes may congregate and discuss in my surface thoughts at any time. This can range from heated debates to full on screaming matches. Usually when 2+ are meeting it is not very good. Usually to argue about the management of internal affairs.
One interesting thing though is that I do not hallucinate, ever. In my mind, very vivid descriptions of the scenes playing out occur, but no hallucinations.
Other people who are not me, and my OCs, are also present. But they are not part of the parliament. Think of them as actors in my thoughts.

So, onto what I am most concerned about.

I was in the discord roleplay circuit after joining a server. I had one major OC I would use in these roleplays. I began spending a lot of time and emotional investment in the story that me and this server were involved in. However, things started to go sour. So I left the server. But the events of the server, this story that had become so ingrained into my daily thoughts continued to haunt me, even as I began to resent my reminiscing as a drain on productivity.

I was also incredibly lonely at the time, so I started to do something I should have thought through more- I attempted to convert my OC into a tulpa. This did not work as intended. Development of the tulpa began to set in at a rapid pace, and the tulpa began expressing to me vaguely threatening intentions. So, the hedge my bets and cut my losses, I pulled the plug.

You may have noticed that I have been very vague on what occurred in the discord server. That is because I used a very simple hypnosis video to suppress my memories of the discord server, the storyline, and my character and thus locPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I'm in the mood to call the police on someone just for fun. Confess the worst thing you ever did here.