EvilSatanArseRapist
𝓢𝓨𝓜 // loving&wholesome Cert.KindnessSpreader™
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I wish i couldfuck her
Nah, i don't even blame them and only wish the absolute best
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I wish i couldfuck her
Reading this made my mental state worse.Foids get all poetic and try and convince you they’re a bottomless pit of love for you but in reality they don’t want you no more and are prolly getting their brains turned to mush by another guy
Me frbottomless pit of love
Dw bhai if she dosent care about u anymore she’s another foid, and foids are only good for one thing better is coming ur wayReading this made my mental state worse.
Me fr
Not really.foids are only good for one thing
Nah trust I understand, I have a beautiful gf now who loves me for who I am like truly does and I’m ruining everything cuz I can’t get over my foid ex, to be fair my ex is genuinely the most beautiful person I’ve seen irl but if she dosent feel the same way anymore what can you rlly do about itNot really.
Sex is really fucking awsome and all, but the emotional shit was more important for me.
(No rep??
It'll make him lactate and then he can attract all the fagcels that want to drink his titty milkthe fuck is tren gonna do
hows that gonna help him
basedIt'll make him lactate and then he can attract all the fagcels that want to drink his titty milk
I love you so fucking much. I genuinely don’t know what I’m gonna do now. I went all in. I gave my everything. I did everything I fucking could. I tried my fucking best.
I felt loved and wanted for once in my fucking life. I should have known it was too good to be true.
I don’t know how I’ll get over this, when I’ll get over this, if I’ll get over this anytime soon. I don’t think so. I think it will be fucking hell on earth for quite a long time.
I don’t know how to fucking cope anymore.
They were my best friend, my fucking psychologist, the love of my life, everything. I don’t have anything else. It’s all fucking gone.
The only thing I drew any sort of self-worth from was from you.
I’m fucking praying and delusionally and desperately clinging on to the quite retarded hope that it’s some sort of fucking nightmare, that my biggest fear didn’t come true just now.
I don’t know what to do anymore, right?
I mean, they told me many fucking times not to kill myself, and I loved them still more than myself, and I won’t. I promised, and I don’t know if I’ll even want to. I hope I won’t want to. I don’t know.
I’m writing and dictating all of this to ChatGPT because my hands are trembling too much to type.
I genuinely am fucking lost.
I don’t wanna get over you. I wanna get back. It’s the only thing I fucking want.I actually thought this fucking shit was gonna last, genuinely. I, I wanted to do so much more shit.
fuck, everything reminds me of them, everything. How will I ever get over all the fucking inside jokes, the thousand fucking memories, the I think I have 800 pictures of them in my gallery. Fuck, fuck.My whole fucking life depended on them. If I saw their smile, it made my day, no matter how good or how bad the day already was. There's nothing else. I spent hours thinking about days, probably weeks, to be honest, months, not months, but weeks of time thinking about them. Probably spent a week on my life in the train, probably more actually, just to get to them. What the fuck? I thought I was gonna see them in a fucking week, but I guess I'm not. I had so much shit lined up I wanted to do for them. I would have done everything. I would have given my mother's heart to them to feed the dog. I would have done everything for them.
Fuck. Um, I'll climb a roof now. I'll see what happens from there.
Anyways here is the breakup text, traduced from italian by chatgpt:
Luis.
For me, you have been a million beautiful moments and a wonderful person. I loved you very much, and I care deeply about you and about your well-being as a person.
The reason I was crying that evening, in bed, and telling you that I truly wasn’t okay, was not a lie; I saw you, I saw how much you loved me and how much you cared about me, and I cried. Because unfortunately I can no longer give you all the love you need. I no longer feel the same feelings as before; I don’t love you anymore.
What made me cry, and what still made me cry, is how much I didn’t want to tell you this so as not to hurt you, because I know how much you care about me and how important I am to you. I care about you very much, and I’m sorry that I’m not the right person for you. I started crying because you trusted me so much that you let yourself be caressed, you hugged me, and you talked to me about all your thoughts — and I, who loved you so much, am no longer able to welcome you because I no longer feel that feeling that united us.
I wish you the best, and I beg you to always remember that you are not the cause of this, and that my inability does not make you any less the wonderful person that you are.
I’m leaving you because I no longer feel in love, and I can’t see you as anything more than someone I cared very deeply about.
I’m very sorry to have to tell you this like this, but I have reflected on it for quite some time and I tried many times to convince myself that it wasn’t true, even though it is.
@satangoy @abzz @barambo @xzylecrey @nsk4ll
jflJfl i'm the one waiting days for a responseJust don't text back

Awsome name, right?Also bro your namejfl
Wow man. Thats really sad. Im a bit late but hope the bestI love you so fucking much. I genuinely don’t know what I’m gonna do now. I went all in. I gave my everything. I did everything I fucking could. I tried my fucking best.
I felt loved and wanted for once in my fucking life. I should have known it was too good to be true.
I don’t know how I’ll get over this, when I’ll get over this, if I’ll get over this anytime soon. I don’t think so. I think it will be fucking hell on earth for quite a long time.
I don’t know how to fucking cope anymore.
They were my best friend, my fucking psychologist, the love of my life, everything. I don’t have anything else. It’s all fucking gone.
The only thing I drew any sort of self-worth from was from you.
I’m fucking praying and delusionally and desperately clinging on to the quite retarded hope that it’s some sort of fucking nightmare, that my biggest fear didn’t come true just now.
I don’t know what to do anymore, right?
I mean, they told me many fucking times not to kill myself, and I loved them still more than myself, and I won’t. I promised, and I don’t know if I’ll even want to. I hope I won’t want to. I don’t know.
I’m writing and dictating all of this to ChatGPT because my hands are trembling too much to type.
I genuinely am fucking lost.
I don’t wanna get over you. I wanna get back. It’s the only thing I fucking want.I actually thought this fucking shit was gonna last, genuinely. I, I wanted to do so much more shit.
fuck, everything reminds me of them, everything. How will I ever get over all the fucking inside jokes, the thousand fucking memories, the I think I have 800 pictures of them in my gallery. Fuck, fuck.My whole fucking life depended on them. If I saw their smile, it made my day, no matter how good or how bad the day already was. There's nothing else. I spent hours thinking about days, probably weeks, to be honest, months, not months, but weeks of time thinking about them. Probably spent a week on my life in the train, probably more actually, just to get to them. What the fuck? I thought I was gonna see them in a fucking week, but I guess I'm not. I had so much shit lined up I wanted to do for them. I would have done everything. I would have given my mother's heart to them to feed the dog. I would have done everything for them.
Fuck. Um, I'll climb a roof now. I'll see what happens from there.
Anyways here is the breakup text, traduced from italian by chatgpt:
Luis.
For me, you have been a million beautiful moments and a wonderful person. I loved you very much, and I care deeply about you and about your well-being as a person.
The reason I was crying that evening, in bed, and telling you that I truly wasn’t okay, was not a lie; I saw you, I saw how much you loved me and how much you cared about me, and I cried. Because unfortunately I can no longer give you all the love you need. I no longer feel the same feelings as before; I don’t love you anymore.
What made me cry, and what still made me cry, is how much I didn’t want to tell you this so as not to hurt you, because I know how much you care about me and how important I am to you. I care about you very much, and I’m sorry that I’m not the right person for you. I started crying because you trusted me so much that you let yourself be caressed, you hugged me, and you talked to me about all your thoughts — and I, who loved you so much, am no longer able to welcome you because I no longer feel that feeling that united us.
I wish you the best, and I beg you to always remember that you are not the cause of this, and that my inability does not make you any less the wonderful person that you are.
I’m leaving you because I no longer feel in love, and I can’t see you as anything more than someone I cared very deeply about.
I’m very sorry to have to tell you this like this, but I have reflected on it for quite some time and I tried many times to convince myself that it wasn’t true, even though it is.
@satangoy @abzz @barambo @xzylecrey @nsk4ll
kill herView attachment 4540567
Some people are assholes goddamn
Hehe dw, thx.Wow man. Thats really sad. Im a bit late but hope the best
Tf you talm bout nigga?kill her
Jfl i'm the one waiting days for a response
Thx for the advice and the thought tho
Awsome name, right?
Ofc a grey typed thiskill her
Ah a bunch of shit bro.What did u send?
Ah a bunch of shit bro.
We texted once or twice, she said texting me is making her sick and she isn't ready for allat.
Stuff like that i had my aunt fix the shirt she gifted me and stuff like that.
Also asking her why she lied to me.
Asking why tf she said she'd be there to talk and cheer me up if i needed it.
She wasn't worth it bro, it will get better. I believe that if anyone can handle it its going to be you broI love you so fucking much. I genuinely don’t know what I’m gonna do now. I went all in. I gave my everything. I did everything I fucking could. I tried my fucking best.
I felt loved and wanted for once in my fucking life. I should have known it was too good to be true.
I don’t know how I’ll get over this, when I’ll get over this, if I’ll get over this anytime soon. I don’t think so. I think it will be fucking hell on earth for quite a long time.
I don’t know how to fucking cope anymore.
They were my best friend, my fucking psychologist, the love of my life, everything. I don’t have anything else. It’s all fucking gone.
The only thing I drew any sort of self-worth from was from you.
I’m fucking praying and delusionally and desperately clinging on to the quite retarded hope that it’s some sort of fucking nightmare, that my biggest fear didn’t come true just now.
I don’t know what to do anymore, right?
I mean, they told me many fucking times not to kill myself, and I loved them still more than myself, and I won’t. I promised, and I don’t know if I’ll even want to. I hope I won’t want to. I don’t know.
I’m writing and dictating all of this to ChatGPT because my hands are trembling too much to type.
I genuinely am fucking lost.
I don’t wanna get over you. I wanna get back. It’s the only thing I fucking want.I actually thought this fucking shit was gonna last, genuinely. I, I wanted to do so much more shit.
fuck, everything reminds me of them, everything. How will I ever get over all the fucking inside jokes, the thousand fucking memories, the I think I have 800 pictures of them in my gallery. Fuck, fuck.My whole fucking life depended on them. If I saw their smile, it made my day, no matter how good or how bad the day already was. There's nothing else. I spent hours thinking about days, probably weeks, to be honest, months, not months, but weeks of time thinking about them. Probably spent a week on my life in the train, probably more actually, just to get to them. What the fuck? I thought I was gonna see them in a fucking week, but I guess I'm not. I had so much shit lined up I wanted to do for them. I would have done everything. I would have given my mother's heart to them to feed the dog. I would have done everything for them.
Fuck. Um, I'll climb a roof now. I'll see what happens from there.
Anyways here is the breakup text, traduced from italian by chatgpt:
Luis.
For me, you have been a million beautiful moments and a wonderful person. I loved you very much, and I care deeply about you and about your well-being as a person.
The reason I was crying that evening, in bed, and telling you that I truly wasn’t okay, was not a lie; I saw you, I saw how much you loved me and how much you cared about me, and I cried. Because unfortunately I can no longer give you all the love you need. I no longer feel the same feelings as before; I don’t love you anymore.
What made me cry, and what still made me cry, is how much I didn’t want to tell you this so as not to hurt you, because I know how much you care about me and how important I am to you. I care about you very much, and I’m sorry that I’m not the right person for you. I started crying because you trusted me so much that you let yourself be caressed, you hugged me, and you talked to me about all your thoughts — and I, who loved you so much, am no longer able to welcome you because I no longer feel that feeling that united us.
I wish you the best, and I beg you to always remember that you are not the cause of this, and that my inability does not make you any less the wonderful person that you are.
I’m leaving you because I no longer feel in love, and I can’t see you as anything more than someone I cared very deeply about.
I’m very sorry to have to tell you this like this, but I have reflected on it for quite some time and I tried many times to convince myself that it wasn’t true, even though it is.
@satangoy @abzz @barambo @xzylecrey @nsk4ll

I'd be deleting so many messages.Delete that last one you sent, send this
"Good bye, I wish the best for you"
And don't send again. If she responds, cool. She sent the last response. If she doesn't, cool. You sent goodbye, no bitter last words or questions unanswered
I believe that if anyone can handle it its going to be you bro![]()

Where are you migrating to ?What did u send?
We don't, but the way you vented about it, helps a lot with furthering damage. Therefore i believe you'll figure it you
(Do we know eachother?)


Where are you migrating to ?
actual chadWe don't, but the way you vented about it, helps a lot with furthering damage. Therefore i believe you'll figure it you![]()
Already did
I lived in Meknes, I took a 100 Dirham Bus to Titouan (10 Dirham = 1 Euro)
From titouan, I took a 50 Dirham Taxi to Belyounnech.
Spent two days scouting the beach. The first day's night, I scouted the boats' movements and the on-foot guards' numbers.
Second day, I scouted around for a spot to hide until night. Found it by that big, mountain looking rock on the beach, went and bought food and sugary goyslop for carbs and stayed there until night.
Then night came, I swam all the way out so the guards couldnt see me, then started swimming way up north until I crossed into Ceuta waters. I swam out a bit more, then surfaced
Spent four days on Ceuta looking for a way to reach mainland (i don't wanna settle for Spain, too many immigrating Niggers from Cameroon and such)
Fourth day, managed to sneak onto a fishing boat and made it to Algericas. Right now, I'm in Barcelona working construction until I save enough money to reach France.
Basically, I'm immigrating to Paris
I'm gonna impregnate your white women too, cry about itGet the fuck out of my country nigger
Nah you have to be in a "fuck this bitch" mindset rn to grind aggressively and profit off the rageI wish i could
Nah, i don't even blame them and only wish the absolute best![]()
Some somali 28 year old is going to rape your ass wile being high on meth in a dark cornerI'm gonna impregnate your white women too, cry about it
And you cant do shit to deport me, I'm 14
It hurts more when they say they don't wanna hurt you and that they just fell out of love, wishing you wellI love you so fucking much. I genuinely don’t know what I’m gonna do now. I went all in. I gave my everything. I did everything I fucking could. I tried my fucking best.
I felt loved and wanted for once in my fucking life. I should have known it was too good to be true.
I don’t know how I’ll get over this, when I’ll get over this, if I’ll get over this anytime soon. I don’t think so. I think it will be fucking hell on earth for quite a long time.
I don’t know how to fucking cope anymore.
They were my best friend, my fucking psychologist, the love of my life, everything. I don’t have anything else. It’s all fucking gone.
The only thing I drew any sort of self-worth from was from you.
I’m fucking praying and delusionally and desperately clinging on to the quite retarded hope that it’s some sort of fucking nightmare, that my biggest fear didn’t come true just now.
I don’t know what to do anymore, right?
I mean, they told me many fucking times not to kill myself, and I loved them still more than myself, and I won’t. I promised, and I don’t know if I’ll even want to. I hope I won’t want to. I don’t know.
I’m writing and dictating all of this to ChatGPT because my hands are trembling too much to type.
I genuinely am fucking lost.
I don’t wanna get over you. I wanna get back. It’s the only thing I fucking want.I actually thought this fucking shit was gonna last, genuinely. I, I wanted to do so much more shit.
fuck, everything reminds me of them, everything. How will I ever get over all the fucking inside jokes, the thousand fucking memories, the I think I have 800 pictures of them in my gallery. Fuck, fuck.My whole fucking life depended on them. If I saw their smile, it made my day, no matter how good or how bad the day already was. There's nothing else. I spent hours thinking about days, probably weeks, to be honest, months, not months, but weeks of time thinking about them. Probably spent a week on my life in the train, probably more actually, just to get to them. What the fuck? I thought I was gonna see them in a fucking week, but I guess I'm not. I had so much shit lined up I wanted to do for them. I would have done everything. I would have given my mother's heart to them to feed the dog. I would have done everything for them.
Fuck. Um, I'll climb a roof now. I'll see what happens from there.
Anyways here is the breakup text, traduced from italian by chatgpt:
Luis.
For me, you have been a million beautiful moments and a wonderful person. I loved you very much, and I care deeply about you and about your well-being as a person.
The reason I was crying that evening, in bed, and telling you that I truly wasn’t okay, was not a lie; I saw you, I saw how much you loved me and how much you cared about me, and I cried. Because unfortunately I can no longer give you all the love you need. I no longer feel the same feelings as before; I don’t love you anymore.
What made me cry, and what still made me cry, is how much I didn’t want to tell you this so as not to hurt you, because I know how much you care about me and how important I am to you. I care about you very much, and I’m sorry that I’m not the right person for you. I started crying because you trusted me so much that you let yourself be caressed, you hugged me, and you talked to me about all your thoughts — and I, who loved you so much, am no longer able to welcome you because I no longer feel that feeling that united us.
I wish you the best, and I beg you to always remember that you are not the cause of this, and that my inability does not make you any less the wonderful person that you are.
I’m leaving you because I no longer feel in love, and I can’t see you as anything more than someone I cared very deeply about.
I’m very sorry to have to tell you this like this, but I have reflected on it for quite some time and I tried many times to convince myself that it wasn’t true, even though it is.
@satangoy @abzz @barambo @xzylecrey @nsk4ll
Yeah her saying she doesn't love you anymore is the fucking worstIt hurts more when they say they don't wanna hurt you and that they just fell out of love, wishing you well![]()
Yeah i know that can happenSome somali 28 year old is going to rape your ass wile being high on meth in a dark corner![]()
I'm unrapeable bro genuinelySome somali 28 year old is going to rape your ass wile being high on meth in a dark corner![]()
go to uk they give even more free shitYeah i know that can happen
Somalis are the subhumans of Africa though their version of a Francis Ngannou is probably 5'7
Yeah, and spend 20 years to even qualify for permenant residencygo to uk they give even more free shit
go to uk they give even more free shit
W @182ltn I’ll visit you soon akhi
Thx alot.I feel you bro. I got the same "you'll always be someone i care a lot about but not more" part. I honestly think it means she already replaced you. It's going to be hard the first week honestly, but FOCUS ON YOURSELF AT ALL COSTS. Prove to yourself you're worth more than the guy that got dumped, that you're better than last month, every month.
Love
Mirin jfl
Guess i committed the nr1 mistakeNumber one mistake is trying to love somebody, like your life depends on it, while not even being slightly aware of the fact that there are trillion of bitches like this.
No disrespect though, most of us been there. We didn't know any better.

You did alla that alone at 14?I'm gonna impregnate your white women too, cry about it
And you cant do shit to deport me, I'm 14
Yeah jfl, exactly what happened.It hurts more when they say they don't wanna hurt you and that they just fell out of love, wishing you well![]()
Crazy man, i feel a little bit like a bitch reading this.I'm here for more opportunities to build my shit myself, not be an entitled manchild
Thx alot.
This all happened 13 days ago tho.
Mirin jfl
Guess i committed the nr1 mistake
Learning by doing?
You did alla that alone at 14?
Fuck man, that's a rough life and that shit is impressive icl.
Yeah jfl, exactly what happened.
Thx
Crazy man, i feel a little bit like a bitch reading this.
Classic "I'm not part of the problem" complex. You probably will be a burden to my country fucking immigrant.Yeah, and spend 20 years to even qualify for permenant residency
Like I could genuinely die before I become a citizen, let alone even have a work permit or residence or anything. 20 years in a camp, doing fuckall? Nah bro
Genuinely though I think Europe NEEDS to close the borders. Only after me though, like I will 100% vote for right wing when I'm in France
nigga sits at home all day whilst @182ltn is working his ass for cheap labor yet you're still complaining about himClassic "I'm not part of the problem" complex. You probably will be a burden to my country fucking immigrant.
I'm on the train to a town on the France border, forgot the namenigga sits at home all day whilst @182ltn is working his ass for cheap labor yet you're still complaining about him@EvilSatanArseRapist
Proud of you akhi keep me updatedI'm on the train to a town on the France border, forgot the name
The moment I'm inside, my running ends. Either I make it to Paris then get registered in the minors protection, or I get caught in a town near the border, get registered in thr protection anyways bc it's illegal to deport a minor, then ask to be transferred to Paris
... feels good to not be worrying about my fucking country. Now all I have to worry about is school (because here it's actually worth something), getting the driver's license and all that papers bullshit.
... I have 93 euros right now... but I look suspicious AF. Still in that same dirty jacket I swam into Ceuta in...
... my family still thinks I'm missing btw, I'm only calling them once I'm in Paris
What about your family tho?I'm 14
Me too jflProud of you akhi keep me updated