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Brazil is FULL OF CHEAP PROSTITUTES. Is closer to USA and Europe than Asia, than Thailand. Literally, come to Brazil.

I'm a crab, and I fucked 90 cheap succubi-prostitutes, and 10 regular succubi already. But I'm still lonely and I still never had a girlfriend :-/

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I threw up twice in one week.

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https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1DxmzymDIBdhsuzTlUytuYclefcELefsC?usp=drive_link, https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1iLLJoa7D4kUrvxt3qfAAAi61zLAJDNDd?usp=drive_link, https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1UceYrz8dCsozAw0zs_QCTO8kTyW2yWcc?usp=drive_link, https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1PsHCnB4gPqEOhjOXGsLTa4VuhaeLstgC?usp=drive_link, https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/197DwynBiDdJlVVXmY7D3NF7LUcZsknhi?usp=drive_link

11 Months of physical and psychological torture to "get me to eat vegetables" (make better life choices). I found out they were pedophiles and they've ruined my life. Audio files contain all the torture, beratement, humiliation I endure 24/7 and to this very moment done by illegally bombarding me with EM radiation (sound is in the air). Videos, images, text documents contain information I've been collecting, cars that I've seen following me all over the country, etc... it may not all be accurate, but I'm fearing for my life and not sure how much longer I have to live. I most likely now have cancer from prolonged em radiation exposure and have severe PTSD from the trauma they caused me. Patterns emerge over time, and the pattern is clear: I was never supposed to know this was happening, and because I found out, they've been ruining my life in various terrible ways using technology and social engineering. As far as I can tell, they've been doing damage control for months now, perpetuating the whole ordeal while keeping everyone else who is involved in the dark while they tried to figure out what to do with/about me. Now most people involved know that they've been lied to and that I never consented to any of this nor wanted it in the first place. Even to this very moment as I type I'm hearing, "nobody is going to believe. just kill yourself" over and over. I'm not sure if anybody can help me and I'm suicidal at this point, not because I want to die, but because I've been tortured for 11 months now with no end in sight all to emotionally blackmail me into not doing things they don't want me to like leaving my own house or eating sugar. I was literally actually tortured (isolation, sleep deprivation, drugging, shocking, food/water deprivation, and beratement) for 2 weeks straight earlier this year until they coerced a "confession" out of me to both use as emotional blackmail and to shift their blame o Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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help

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DearJohn,

I have a lung infection, I've had it for well over 8 years.
Just found out today I'm infectious.
So glad we only talk to each other over the internet, wouldn't have won't to infect you.
Have happy Christmas

Fondest regards

John

P.S. Thankfully my doctor gave me antibiotics I can drink on

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Dear John,

It's been a long time since I've been here last. I lament the death of the internet, but I am a part of it.
What do you miss from a few years ago? I miss forums. I miss this sense of community, it's long gone and I feel it won't come back.

Regards,
John

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Dear John,

I miss the posts about cheese. I brought some none sliced cheese yesterday. Parmesan, which I actually have cheese grater for and some more Jarlsberg. Which meant to get a cheese slicer for, yet got distracted by the person I was with. Who need a tin opener and a 13 amp fuse. Funny thing they did not need the fuse. They had just accidently switch their fridge off. Anyway I digress. I'm still thinking of buying a cheese slicer. Although sliced cheese is way easier.

Hope this finds you happy and well

John

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A local meat shop had a great deal on Swiss cheese. It's not holey at all, which is better than a cheese that's mostly holes, I guess. Well worth the price, for sure.

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Happy Valentine's Day, John. For the first time in quite some time, this time of year means more to me than just another tick on the calendar, and uninteresting as it is I figured I'd write to you about it.

I planned a date for last night. We were going to go to a fancy ramen restaurant, but chickened out at the sight of the large crowd and opted for a cheap chinese place further down the street. We spent a few extra hours in my apartment, lounging on my bed and reading a book. The night concluded with me walking her back home, and doing something entirely outside of my comfort zone--against all odds, I kissed her goodnight.

I'm a very slow-moving man romantically, and believe it or not this simple evening was a huge milestone for me. I've never broken that kissing barrier myself before, in the past I've been much more likely to be kissed than to kiss first. The future here is completely unknown, and it's a situation that enthuses me as much as it concerns me.