Alright, the second limiter as gone as well.
Yeah, number #2. I had one to cap my power, and one to hold me in place- to keep me from wandering off into some strange dimension or whatever. I have complete control over my power and don’t need that one anymore, either.
I mean I’m still a junkie and still suicidal and still… lonely, and depressed, and angry, bitter, frustrated, and self-loathing, and I still think often that the world would have been best without me. And I still want to flatten those that I think have ruined my life and turned me into a monster. The Zionists, the schools, the politicians, the civil rights people, big business, etc.
You think I’m a bad person? You think I’m hateful, you fuckers? A monster, because of who I am- a common Midwesterner, an ordinary, so-called evil, and hateful, white male, because I don’t want to get killed by niggers? A worthless goyim? Not human, am I? A monster, you say? Be careful of what you wish for, you shitheads. Because you just might get it.
But whatever. All things aside, my life would be better off if I made some changes, clearly. So the second limiter is gone.
This post, and what I did with / to Lucy Hale today is a mere taste of what I can do.
Watch out, you assholes.
I’m coming.