MysteryAnonLove
I went looking for you.
I haven't found you.
I'm cold and alone under the cedars.
Please find me! I don't want to be alone any more.
Love
ELOMAnon
Retard you are so slow.
We are both married. To each other. In the future.
Define backchannel.
Define Plan.
Fucks sake. Do I have to do all the thinking round here?
Patriots, Please pray. For Anon and I to find each other. Or at least for me to have a warm place to sleep tomorrow night, and a place to live so I can resume meming.
I've followed God faithfully through every step of this Plan. And it's worked out wonderfully for the Great Awakening, but my own life gets worse and worse. So please pray for me. I just want to come out the other side of this endless hell into a new world. I know you do too.
I Love you all.
TY Anon.
I will read it. Guess I am a pilgrim now.
Pilgrimage is not what I hoped for and not what I was promised. I desperately need rest and home and peace after what has already been the longest and most arduous journey. I'm struggling to make peace with the way this movie is unfolding for me because it relentlessly sucks^x beyond what I can handle and then it perpetually gets worse. Over and over. Like being stuck in hell no matter what I do.
And every time there's a light offered at the end of the tunnel, it turns out to only be a mirage, and the way just gets harder.
Thank you for your prayers, fren. This is one lost and lonely anon right now. Guess I spent all my courage already.