Being left with very little to lose, I subconsciously began the pursuit of truth. All of that unused lust was channeled into this, without me even realizing it at first. I would call this sublimation, but as a sub5 nothing I do can be considered socially acceptable... not even drinking a glass of water or a walk in the park.
The truth is now my mistress, and I now direct myself to it - I WILL find you. It doesn't matter if I'm stuck to a bed without showering for days. It doesn't matter if I lose an arm or a leg. Or being held down by multiple jobs. Or even illness.
Once I find you, I will document you. And as I document you, you will destroy me. You will let me know on everything I missed out on. Every time I was lied to and exploited. All the opportunities and escapes into normal life, stolen from me by disease and family environment. At some point I'll wish I had never met you. I will be permanently damaged and others will think even less of me then they already do... but is it before or after I'm done with you? I guess that's one additional aspect of the truth in of itself. After you're documented, some lives can be saved before it is too late. The ones I can't save will rot away.
To those who prevented me from discovering the truth - some of them even browsing this forum. The normies who went out to have normal lives with spouses and kids, using me as a stepping stone. The feds... who should probably be using their limited resources in more productive ways, but insist in looking at this filth. The authority figures who turned a blind eye to obvious signs of suffering - or perhaps even enjoyed those signs. You people are not as smart as you think you are. You're going after people - individually or in groups - instead of the flow of information itself. I will concede that you are smarter than me, after all, I fell for every disgusting trick in the book, but apparently you couldn't stop me from writing these threads. Perhaps next time, choose a different outcome - if you even have a choice here.
To those who have blood in their hands - how much of it can you have before it overflows from your hands? Before it envelopes you completely and you drown in it?
The truth is now my mistress, and I now direct myself to it - I WILL find you. It doesn't matter if I'm stuck to a bed without showering for days. It doesn't matter if I lose an arm or a leg. Or being held down by multiple jobs. Or even illness.
Once I find you, I will document you. And as I document you, you will destroy me. You will let me know on everything I missed out on. Every time I was lied to and exploited. All the opportunities and escapes into normal life, stolen from me by disease and family environment. At some point I'll wish I had never met you. I will be permanently damaged and others will think even less of me then they already do... but is it before or after I'm done with you? I guess that's one additional aspect of the truth in of itself. After you're documented, some lives can be saved before it is too late. The ones I can't save will rot away.
To those who prevented me from discovering the truth - some of them even browsing this forum. The normies who went out to have normal lives with spouses and kids, using me as a stepping stone. The feds... who should probably be using their limited resources in more productive ways, but insist in looking at this filth. The authority figures who turned a blind eye to obvious signs of suffering - or perhaps even enjoyed those signs. You people are not as smart as you think you are. You're going after people - individually or in groups - instead of the flow of information itself. I will concede that you are smarter than me, after all, I fell for every disgusting trick in the book, but apparently you couldn't stop me from writing these threads. Perhaps next time, choose a different outcome - if you even have a choice here.
To those who have blood in their hands - how much of it can you have before it overflows from your hands? Before it envelopes you completely and you drown in it?
